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A red dragon over 20 meters long, with astonishingly large claws. With just a light swipe, Thor scattered no less than ten thousand gold coins.

This is by no means a small amount—almost equivalent to the annual tax revenue of a small city-state, enough for an ordinary family of three to live comfortably and prosperously for dozens of lifetimes.

Aren't dragons supposed to be greedy and stingy? How come this red dragon is so generous?

This enormous fortune caused the surrounding creatures to hold their breath, and even their heartbeats seemed to slow down.

Even the young dragons perched on the armrests of the obsidian throne had an astonishing gleam in their eyes, almost instinctively wanting to rush down, but were stopped in their tracks by a single glance from Thor.

These worthless creatures actually dared to compete with lower beings, like humans and livestock fighting over feed. It made him feel ashamed.

"Stay put! This is none of your business. Don't bring shame upon the dignity of the true dragon!"

Thor's deep voice rang out, so soft it was almost inaudible, but to the sensitive young dragons around him, it sounded like a thunderclap.

Their bodies, which had been hunched over, tiptoeing, and craning their necks, suddenly seemed to have lost their bones, slumping down limply.

All he could see was wealth, and all he could see was gold, yet not a single coin belonged to him—could there be anything more agonizing for a dragon?

All the young dragons felt as if millions of ants were crawling all over their bodies, their blood surging and yearning, yet it was suppressed so tightly that they dared not make the slightest move.

The intense emotions that arose were almost tangible; at this moment, he had cursed Saul countless times in his heart.

The young dragons were stunned by Thor, but the many creatures surrounding the arena below were in complete uproar.

Several gnolls let out excited howls, leaped up, and pounced into the yellow sand of the arena on all fours.

A cannibal, emitting incoherent roars, swung a blood-stained wooden club and rampaged through the area.

Even more terrifying were the blue-faced, fanged orcs, who roared in a rough battle cry as they charged down, wielding massive, wheel-like axes.

In all directions, some goblins and ratmen, their eyes gleaming with cunning, gripped their poisoned daggers and crossbow bolts, following behind the creatures ahead.

"They're mine! They're all mine!"

The first gnoll to leap into the arena was excitedly rummaging through the gravel for gold coins when, in the next second, the ogre's club swung down and smashed hard on its head.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, like a watermelon being smashed open. The headless corpse fell, steaming, its limbs still twitching unconsciously.

Before the ogre could even claim the spoils of victory, the orc's giant axe struck its back like a windmill, tearing flesh and breaking its spine, following in its predecessor's footsteps.

Just then, a sharp whooshing sound rang out. The orc, who had just dealt with an enemy, quickly dodged, and several sharp crossbow bolts flew past his cheeks, leaving several bloody marks.

He initially thought it was just a minor, insignificant injury, but soon felt a numbness spreading from the wound, his expression changed drastically, and he let out an angry roar.

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Three minutes seems very short, not even enough for a person to finish a cigarette.

Three minutes, yet it also seemed like a long time, long enough for creatures driven by greed and bloodlust to continuously leap into the arena from all directions.

Goblins, gnolls, ogres, orcs, half-orcs, plus beastmen, lizardmen, snakemen, and a small number of humans.

The enormous arena was almost completely filled at that moment, with many of the wild creatures not even understanding the value of the gold coins, driven purely by their bloodlust.

Almost every moment, creatures fall, their bright red blood flowing out and staining the soft yellow sand into dark red mud.

The stench of blood exploded and spread, causing the surrounding wild creatures to howl excitedly, while the humans looked rather grim.

Fortunately, none of those who dared to accept the Red Dragon's invitation to come to the wilderness were cowards. Although the bloody battle before them made them uncomfortable, they were still able to maintain basic composure.

Only a few greenhorns, full of enthusiasm, rushed over, like Garrett's squad, who were now pale-faced and trembling.

All the thrilling adventures and the promise of fame became meaningless in the face of this brutal slaughter. They longed to slink away immediately, but seeing the excited monsters around them, they dared not make a move.

Fear, excitement, bloodlust, and death intertwined, making the arena a microcosm of the bloody battle in the abyss.

Such intense negative emotions, coupled with the fragmented and scattered souls of the creatures, should have attracted the attention of some special beings.

However, an invisible force field emanated from Thor's body, like a whale sucking in water, absorbing everything into his body and transforming it into the purest essence of spiritual power.

Several cultists hiding in the shadows looked at the mask in their hands with surprise. The white bone eye sockets gleamed with an eerie light, but they could not absorb any nourishment. They could only roar silently in anger.

What on earth is going on? There are deaths happening one after another not far away, so why can't I absorb even a trace of negative emotions or fragments of souls?

The strange situation made them exchange a glance, and they became more cautious. They quickly put the bone mask into their wide sleeves, letting it gnaw and suck their blood.

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Intense battles are extremely physically demanding and cannot last long.

Some creatures that rushed into the arena in a moment of irrationality, once they came to their senses, fear regained its grip, and they struggled to escape, only to be mercilessly kicked away by the guards that Thor had placed around them.

As creatures fell one by one, the once crowded and chaotic arena gradually became more spacious.

Those who acted solely on bloodlust and instinct had already fallen in the previous chaotic battles. Those who were still standing on the field now not only possessed outstanding strength and good luck, but more importantly, they had clear minds.

This made them hesitant to act rashly. They merely observed each other warily, taking the opportunity to recover their strength while searching for each other's weaknesses.

The fierce battle suddenly turned into a cautious probing, eliciting discontented howls from the onlookers.

Thor rested his head on his paw out of boredom, focusing most of his attention on the ever-growing essence in his mind, only occasionally casting negligible glances at the trash below who could be killed with a single breath of his dragon breath.

Seeing that the battle had become a protracted stalemate, he immediately grinned cruelly and growled in a low voice.

"I don't like your dragging your feet! Ten minutes, I'll give you ten more minutes to decide the final winner, or you're all dead!"

Chapter 199 Slaughter

My heart was pounding violently, like a war drum beating in my chest. Every breath was filled with a thick, pungent smell of blood, so thick it felt like it would drown me.

The ground was littered with corpses of all sizes lying haphazardly. The once soft yellow sand was now soaked in blood, sticky and turning into a dark red mud.

Kate was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the few remaining opponents not far away. Even as blood mixed with sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes, he didn't blink and dared not relax for a moment.

He could no longer remember how he had impulsively rushed into this hellish battlefield.

At that moment, all he knew was that he had survived and was not far from success.

Although his adventurous life hadn't made him a true strongman, his ability to seize opportunities and avoid danger and protect himself had become ingrained instincts.

Those truly powerful individuals, precisely because of their caution and distrust of the Red Dragon, did not meet their end, which gave him an opportunity.

He cautiously moved along the edge of the battlefield, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to hold out until the end.

Four enemies remain. If he can eliminate them, and if the Red Dragon keeps his promise, his life will be...

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The tall, burly orc carried a giant axe the size of a wheel on his shoulder, panting heavily like a weary ox.

Hailing from the Roaring Wilderness of the far north, he cared little for those glittering gold coins. All he wanted was to fight, hone himself through constant battles until he was strong enough to return to the tribe, behead the former chief, and become the new chief.

As the dragon's deep roar echoed throughout the arena, the towering orc immediately let out a wild battle cry. His weary body surged with renewed power as his rage ignited, and he swept forward like a whirlwind.

The other survivors, who had intended to take a break, were intimidated by his aura and immediately began to move involuntarily.

They clearly didn't want to confront this reckless yet powerful guy head-on, and scattered in all directions.

Besides Kate and the orc, among the remaining three survivors was a jackal the size of a small elephant, shrouded in black smoke.

As Thor's territory continued to expand and he waged wars against other lands, the creatures that initially followed him also gained considerable strength through countless battles and his rewards.

Thor found himself vaguely familiar with this gnoll with its rusty, dark red fur; its name seemed to be Bloodclaw Morak.

It seems to be a survivor of the initial chaotic battle it organized. With just that one battle, it completely unified many of Thor's gnoll clans, and thus gained the favor of the gnoll king Yenogu, whose strength, speed, and size were greatly enhanced, and it also gained some special abilities.

For example, after killing a humanoid creature, feeding it to a regular hyena will eventually transform it into a new gnoll-man.

This is exactly the same as when the Yenogu ravaged the Prime Material Plane, and ordinary hyenas ate the corpses of the creatures they killed, thus becoming the original gnolls.

For this reason, gnolls with this ability are also known as Yenogu's fangs.

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The huge, bloodthirsty hyena's eyes gleamed with cunning. Taking advantage of its speed in a four-paw attack, it had deliberately conserved its energy in the previous battle, and was now in its best condition.

Facing the charging orc, it leaped away, its nimble, elephant-like body darting behind a small giant who was a full three meters tall.

It was a cave troll with a thick body, extremely long arms, and relatively short legs.

Its skin is dark brown with a rock-like texture. It has a few sparse hairs on its head and back, a flat nose on its flat head, a pair of deep-set small eyes, and a mouth that splits to the roots of its ears, revealing a mouthful of rotten, foul-smelling teeth.

While other creatures rely on either raw power or alertness to emerge victorious from previous battles, this creature relies solely on its regenerative abilities.

Ordinary physical attacks would theoretically be unable to kill this creature.

When it is well-fed, it can heal quickly no matter if its heart is pierced, its head is cut off, its bones are broken, or it is split in two.

Even if 99% of its body tissue is destroyed, as long as a little finger is left, it can grow back little by little.

If it weren't for the existence of souls in this world, which limits the troll's regenerative abilities to the flesh to which the soul is attached, it could practically multiply like a potato.

In this land littered with corpses, the trolls have no shortage of food and can fully utilize their regenerative abilities.

So this seemingly foolish big guy barely moved from the start of the battle, just sitting on the ground and casually picking up a corpse to chew on.

It was too lazy to move, no matter how many cold knives and arrows came from all around. Sometimes, before the weapons that had pierced its body could be pulled out, they were squeezed out by the wriggling flesh and blood.

This was undoubtedly a natural counter to the orc berserker who relied solely on brute force, but Gluck, who charged towards him, showed no fear whatsoever.

Once a warrior's charge begins, it will never stop. For berserkers, momentum trumps everything, and only death can halt their advance.

The green-skinned orc, standing just over two meters tall, charged with a do-or-die spirit towards the small giant who was crouching on the ground, yet almost as tall as him. His wheel-sized battle axe dragged at his side; at the moment of impact, he twisted his body sharply, using the momentum to sweep forward.

The axe strike was extremely powerful, cleaving through the bone beneath the skin of the troll's raised arm and causing it to hang limply.

However, in the next instant, the skin and flesh at the wound began to writhe and contract wildly, and the broken bones reconnected, visibly healing each other.

This scene made Gluck's heart sink, but his rage instantly overwhelmed all his fear. He roared to the sky, his eyes bloodshot as he raised his axe and swung it down again.

Another axe struck the troll's chest, creating a huge dent, while the opponent's attack landed on his back, tearing out large bloody gashes.

One was a monster with powerful regenerative abilities, and the other was a madman with endless rage burning in his heart. Neither of them seemed to feel pain or injury, and they instantly became entangled in a fierce battle.

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A giant jackal suddenly appeared from the side, watching the bloody battle behind it, and let out a strange howl that sounded like both crying and laughing.

Its green eyes scanned its remaining two opponents: one was a fragile human, and the other was a kobold covered in red scales.

It completely ignored Kate, who seemed harmless, and focused all its attention on the kobold.

Why do these damned kobolds get the most favor when their own race was the first to pledge allegiance to the great dragon lord?

"Just because of the meager amount of dragon blood in their bodies?" Morak was utterly unconvinced.

It wants to prove to everyone that the jackals are the most loyal beings to the Dragon Lord and the most valuable companions.

Chapter 200 The Winner

The moment Morak locked his gaze on the kobold, the other party cast the same burning gaze back at him.

Its entire body was covered in thick, crimson scales, and it had bone-white horns on its head. It stood a full 1.8 meters tall, far exceeding the size of an ordinary kobold. In addition, there was a thick tail behind it, all of which showed its strength.

This is a dragon-blooded kobold, or even a dragon-blooded kobold that has grown dragon scales and horns and activated its dragon blood twice.

It was the second being to achieve awakening after Tana. Thor's breath attack not only failed to kill it, but the intense stimulation granted it even greater power.

Thanks to Thor's favoritism, these dragonblood kobolds can always obtain various resources more easily, including excellent weapons.

It held a spear more than two meters long in its claws. The spear was made of fine steel and shimmered with azure starlight, clearly mixed with sparrow stone and dragon crystal.

The spearhead, which was over a foot long, had rising flame patterns on it, with a faint red light flowing around it, causing the surrounding air to distort.

As beings that serve Thor daily, the Dragonvein Kobolds have the opportunity to collect Thor's metabolic waste during cleaning.

These things, which are as useless to Thor as sweat and dead skin to an ordinary person, have long since become mortal due to the immense magical power within him.

One of the most obvious benefits is its significant amplification and conduction effect on fire elements.

Faced with the charging giant hyena, Igner immediately gripped his spear tightly, and with a slight tremor, a burst of flames exploded at the spear tip.

The glory of the Dragon Lord cannot be desecrated by any creature, and his property is naturally worth protecting with the lives of all kobolds.