These adventurers had gone through a tough life in the mines, evident from their bare bodies. But their nakedness was nothing to Amos. The murlocs were all loyal fans of naturism, and the jackals and ogres only wore a small leather skirt.
Amos glanced at the white castle steward—Ghoul-Garu's dress, yo~, it was still in leopard print. But apart from not having a set of decent clothes, in other respects, these voluntary miners had not been abused.
Especially in terms of food, Amos had plenty of food. Even the low-ranking races such as kobolds could have meat at every meal, and so did these human miners.
Amos looked at the bulging muscles of the adventurers, nodded in satisfaction. Enough nutrition coupled with long-term hard "exercise", made their physique stronger than ever.
It's just that these muscular big men, in front of the White Dragon Lord, were like shivering chicks.
Amos looked down at the trembling adventurers. “You! How dare you challenge the authority of the White Castle! To die is a gift for the crimes you’ve committed.”
The White Dragon Lord's words changed, "But, now, I give you a chance to regain your freedom."
The adventurers whispered at the sudden news.
Amos pointed to the wyverns, "My pets lack combat experience, so I need someone to spare and fight with them, and you will regain your freedom."
"The premise is that you can survive their attacks."
The adventurer looked at the two huge two-legged wyverns and freaked out.
Seeing the white dragon's frown, a big man with the appearance of a leader immediately stopped the whispers of his subordinates.
The big man knew that he and the others had no other choice. He gritted his teeth and raised his head to look directly at the white dragon, "Dear Lord White Dragon, our hands are already familiar with mine picks and minecarts. We need a few days to come back and adapt to long swords and shields."
Amos thought for a while, "Yes! Then I will give you a week, during which you can move freely on the Tasman Island."
Amos was not worried at all that the adventurer would run away. On the vast sea, there was no ship, where could they escape? Besides, who could escape the hunt of the murlocs?
"Then, a week later, you will report to the White Scale Colosseum by yourself."
After several years of expansion and development, the White Scale city had become a large city with a population of over 100,000. The surrounding breeding bases had been relocated to other islands.
The social hierarchy of murlocs had gradually differentiated. The specific manifestation was that the White Scale City was divided into four districts: the square district, the trade district, the education district and the residential district.
Among them, the square area was the political centre of the murlocs and the residence of the upper class of the murlocs. The educational area and residential area were just as the name suggested. In addition to business, the trade area also contained all kinds of entertainment buildings. Among them was what the White Dragon Lord called, the Colosseum.
The Colosseum was a circular building with a sunken centre and a circular arena with a diameter of two hundred meters. Around the arena were circular auditoriums that were raised in sequence.
In the Colosseum, the beasts and slaves captured during the expansion, the gladiators specially trained by the Colosseum, or the warriors who volunteered to participate in the gladiatorial battles were engaged in the most primitive and bloody duels, bringing joy to the audience.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Today's Colosseum was more lively than ever. Not to mention the seats, even the aisles were full of people, all because of the stalwart figure on the high platform.
At the beginning of the construction of the Colosseum, the situation of the white dragons was taken into consideration. The highest point in the four directions was designed with a huge square platform for the white dragons to watch the game.
However, the white dragons were not interested in these little fights. With this leisure time, they were better off sleeping.
And now, the seat specially designed for the white dragons finally ushered in its first guest.
The White Dragon Lord looked at the cheering murlocs and followers of other races and raised its huge wings. The atmosphere on the scene was completely ignited, and the cheers were deafening.
Old blind was standing by the White Dragon Lord while looking at the scene below, and he was filled with emotions. Where were the murlocs who were still struggling at the bottom of the food chain?
But now, one could sit high on the Colosseum and watch the murlocs fight for fun. It respectfully looked at the White Dragon Lord on the side. If it wasn’t considerate of its identity, it would be like the ordinary murlocs below, chanting the name of Lord White Dragon together.
Because all this was changed by the white dragon.
Old Jimmy on the side also smiled and looked at the crowded scene below. While feeling emotional, he also calculated today's income.
Yes, it was impossible to build such a huge Colosseum in the White Scale City without the support of the senior murlocs. This Colosseum was built and operated by Old Jimmy, and other murloc seniors who took shares.
Amos opened one eye to these small actions at the high-level murlocs and closed another. As long as the water was clear, there would be no fish. As long as the bottom line was not violated, the white dragon was also happy to see the prosperity of business, because, for all businesses within his sphere of influence, twenty percent profit was considered tax, which entered the private vault of the white dragons.
Not long after, a side gate on the arena opened, and a group of human adventurers in leather armour flooded out, either holding spears or carrying sharp swords,
Although the weapons were different, everyone held a standard oak shield.
The gate was closed, and the adventurers stood on the edge of the arena, taking the last second to familiarize themselves with their weapons and equipment.
The audience was attracted by the human adventurers who appeared on the stage, and they all looked at the arena.
In the arena, the ground was red and black, exuding a bloody atmosphere. It was because the blood in the past penetrated the slabs and could not be cleaned. The surface of the slabs was filled with pits and nicks, telling the tale of the tragic battles to the audience.
After a while, there was a cry in the sky, and two two-legged wyverns descended from the sky and landed in the centre of the arena.
Old Jimmy who received the news had done a good job of propagating it, the audience already knew the protagonist today, but they still couldn't suppress the excitement. And why should it be suppressed? In this world, the most primitive blood and violence could always stimulate the most instinctive animal nature of intelligent creatures.
The audience watched the bipedal wyverns descending from the sky, cheering madly, throwing out the petals in their hands. The Colosseum had been established for a few years, and there were only a few high-level battles, and this time there were two high-level battles of the half-dragons. It was simply unprecedented.
Wyverns with two legs were the closest to real dragons, except that it had no forelimbs and was small in size, it was no different from the real dragon.
Of course, these were only external features, internal things like dragon inheritance were not something that half-dragons could have. They could only rely on dragon veins to passively awaken some spell abilities. They had subpar intelligence, and they couldn't actively learn magic.
The intelligence of the wyverns was equivalent to that of a four or five-year-old child. It could accept simple orders. Before it came, the White Dragon Lord had ordered that it could not fly away and so did its best to fight.
But it was the adventurers who took the initiative.
Under the command of the leader, the adventurers raised their shields to protect their torsos, and slowly approached the wyverns standing at the centre of the arena.
The wyverns looked at the approaching human beings and felt threatened. They opened their mouths, revealing their white fangs, and a threatening low roar from its throat. The turbid green acid dripped from its teeth and fell to the ground. The rock made a creaking sound, and small bubbles emerged one after another, and the surface was corroded into small pits of different depths.
The show had started!
These adventurers had gone through a tough life in the mines, evident from their bare bodies. But their nakedness was nothing to Amos. The murlocs were all loyal fans of naturism, and the jackals and ogres only wore a small leather skirt.
Amos glanced at the white castle steward—Ghoul-Garu's dress, yo~, it was still in leopard print. But apart from not having a set of decent clothes, in other respects, these voluntary miners had not been abused.
Especially in terms of food, Amos had plenty of food. Even the low-ranking races such as kobolds could have meat at every meal, and so did these human miners.
Amos looked at the bulging muscles of the adventurers, nodded in satisfaction. Enough nutrition coupled with long-term hard "exercise", made their physique stronger than ever.
It's just that these muscular big men, in front of the White Dragon Lord, were like shivering chicks.
Amos looked down at the trembling adventurers. “You! How dare you challenge the authority of the White Castle! To die is a gift for the crimes you’ve committed.”
The White Dragon Lord's words changed, "But, now, I give you a chance to regain your freedom."
The adventurers whispered at the sudden news.
Amos pointed to the wyverns, "My pets lack combat experience, so I need someone to spare and fight with them, and you will regain your freedom."
"The premise is that you can survive their attacks."
The adventurer looked at the two huge two-legged wyverns and freaked out.
Seeing the white dragon's frown, a big man with the appearance of a leader immediately stopped the whispers of his subordinates.
The big man knew that he and the others had no other choice. He gritted his teeth and raised his head to look directly at the white dragon, "Dear Lord White Dragon, our hands are already familiar with mine picks and minecarts. We need a few days to come back and adapt to long swords and shields."
Amos thought for a while, "Yes! Then I will give you a week, during which you can move freely on the Tasman Island."
Amos was not worried at all that the adventurer would run away. On the vast sea, there was no ship, where could they escape? Besides, who could escape the hunt of the murlocs?
"Then, a week later, you will report to the White Scale Colosseum by yourself."
After several years of expansion and development, the White Scale city had become a large city with a population of over 100,000. The surrounding breeding bases had been relocated to other islands.
The social hierarchy of murlocs had gradually differentiated. The specific manifestation was that the White Scale City was divided into four districts: the square district, the trade district, the education district and the residential district.
Among them, the square area was the political centre of the murlocs and the residence of the upper class of the murlocs. The educational area and residential area were just as the name suggested. In addition to business, the trade area also contained all kinds of entertainment buildings. Among them was what the White Dragon Lord called, the Colosseum.
The Colosseum was a circular building with a sunken centre and a circular arena with a diameter of two hundred meters. Around the arena were circular auditoriums that were raised in sequence.
In the Colosseum, the beasts and slaves captured during the expansion, the gladiators specially trained by the Colosseum, or the warriors who volunteered to participate in the gladiatorial battles were engaged in the most primitive and bloody duels, bringing joy to the audience.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Today's Colosseum was more lively than ever. Not to mention the seats, even the aisles were full of people, all because of the stalwart figure on the high platform.
At the beginning of the construction of the Colosseum, the situation of the white dragons was taken into consideration. The highest point in the four directions was designed with a huge square platform for the white dragons to watch the game.
However, the white dragons were not interested in these little fights. With this leisure time, they were better off sleeping.
And now, the seat specially designed for the white dragons finally ushered in its first guest.
The White Dragon Lord looked at the cheering murlocs and followers of other races and raised its huge wings. The atmosphere on the scene was completely ignited, and the cheers were deafening.
Old blind was standing by the White Dragon Lord while looking at the scene below, and he was filled with emotions. Where were the murlocs who were still struggling at the bottom of the food chain?
But now, one could sit high on the Colosseum and watch the murlocs fight for fun. It respectfully looked at the White Dragon Lord on the side. If it wasn’t considerate of its identity, it would be like the ordinary murlocs below, chanting the name of Lord White Dragon together.
Because all this was changed by the white dragon.
Old Jimmy on the side also smiled and looked at the crowded scene below. While feeling emotional, he also calculated today's income.
Yes, it was impossible to build such a huge Colosseum in the White Scale City without the support of the senior murlocs. This Colosseum was built and operated by Old Jimmy, and other murloc seniors who took shares.
Amos opened one eye to these small actions at the high-level murlocs and closed another. As long as the water was clear, there would be no fish. As long as the bottom line was not violated, the white dragon was also happy to see the prosperity of business, because, for all businesses within his sphere of influence, twenty percent profit was considered tax, which entered the private vault of the white dragons.
Not long after, a side gate on the arena opened, and a group of human adventurers in leather armour flooded out, either holding spears or carrying sharp swords,
Although the weapons were different, everyone held a standard oak shield.
The gate was closed, and the adventurers stood on the edge of the arena, taking the last second to familiarize themselves with their weapons and equipment.
The audience was attracted by the human adventurers who appeared on the stage, and they all looked at the arena.
In the arena, the ground was red and black, exuding a bloody atmosphere. It was because the blood in the past penetrated the slabs and could not be cleaned. The surface of the slabs was filled with pits and nicks, telling the tale of the tragic battles to the audience.
After a while, there was a cry in the sky, and two two-legged wyverns descended from the sky and landed in the centre of the arena.
Old Jimmy who received the news had done a good job of propagating it, the audience already knew the protagonist today, but they still couldn't suppress the excitement. And why should it be suppressed? In this world, the most primitive blood and violence could always stimulate the most instinctive animal nature of intelligent creatures.
The audience watched the bipedal wyverns descending from the sky, cheering madly, throwing out the petals in their hands. The Colosseum had been established for a few years, and there were only a few high-level battles, and this time there were two high-level battles of the half-dragons. It was simply unprecedented.
Wyverns with two legs were the closest to real dragons, except that it had no forelimbs and was small in size, it was no different from the real dragon.
Of course, these were only external features, internal things like dragon inheritance were not something that half-dragons could have. They could only rely on dragon veins to passively awaken some spell abilities. They had subpar intelligence, and they couldn't actively learn magic.
The intelligence of the wyverns was equivalent to that of a four or five-year-old child. It could accept simple orders. Before it came, the White Dragon Lord had ordered that it could not fly away and so did its best to fight.
But it was the adventurers who took the initiative.
Under the command of the leader, the adventurers raised their shields to protect their torsos, and slowly approached the wyverns standing at the centre of the arena.
The wyverns looked at the approaching human beings and felt threatened. They opened their mouths, revealing their white fangs, and a threatening low roar from its throat. The turbid green acid dripped from its teeth and fell to the ground. The rock made a creaking sound, and small bubbles emerged one after another, and the surface was corroded into small pits of different depths.
The show had started!
