I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 114 Mokre

"Trial?" Lancelot's mind was filled with questions, and he immediately asked the question he wanted to know most: "Can you explain to me why I became a slave?"

"Here, except for the nobles, everyone is a slave, including myself."

"Why does the mage in red robe look exactly like Mr. Harvey?"

Boru looked into the boy's eyes and patiently explained: "Strictly speaking, this is a death game."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Lancelot stared blankly at Boru, who had been with him for half a month, but he felt stranger than ever.

"Lancelot, as you can see, this is a gladiatorial arena, and you and I are both slaves here."

"As for why our master has the same appearance as Harvey, it may be a coincidence, or it may be specially designed for you." Boru said this and gave the boy a meaningful look.

"In short, we have to survive in this game and achieve our goals. And except for the two of us, everyone else will be your opponent."

Lancelot took a deep breath after hearing this, trying to make himself accept this shocking fact. His voice seemed to be trembling: "The so-called goal of the game is to kill all opponents, is that right?"

"No." Boru shook his head, denying the boy's statement.

"The key to winning in this game is not to kill your enemy, but to grow from your opponent until you grow into a real man."

[What on earth is this guy talking about? He is playing riddles here.] Lancelot cursed, Boru was playing riddles with him.

Boru's smile became a little weird. He walked up to Lancelot, leaned over and whispered in Lancelot's ear: "Only by successfully passing this death game can we go back. Before that, I will do my best.

I can help you in any way I can.”

Boru paused and added: "Remember the most important thing, don't mention the wizard academy to anyone."

"What would be the result if I told you?"

"Death." Boru's answer was simple and clear.

Lancelot sighed helplessly and asked: "Okay, then what should I do next?"

"follow me."

Boru said, opening the wooden door and waving his hand to Lancelot, beckoning the boy to follow.

Lancelot did not dare to neglect and followed Boru closely.

Obviously, he couldn't accept this inexplicable death game. He just wanted to learn some martial arts to make himself stronger.

Fortunately, Boru did not disappear, but entered this dark and damp Colosseum like himself.

Lancelot didn't really believe Boru's words in his heart, because he was not sure whether Boru was the instigator of this death game, but at the moment he had no other choice.

In this way, Bolu led the boy to an iron door at the corner. The boy found that this place was very similar to the cell he was in before. A thin man was huddled in the corner and shivering.

"Click!" Bolu took out the key from his pocket and turned the door lock. With a sharp "squeak" sound, the two of them walked in.

Lancelot walked closer and saw the man's face clearly.

Her cheekbones were prominent, her eyes were sunken, her black hair was in a mess, and her face had a sickly yellow color.

"Who are you?" the strange man asked in horror, moving back unconsciously, "Don't come over here!"

"Relax, Mokre." Boru squatted down in front of the man and made a silent gesture.

"In half an hour, you will have to fight above, do you understand?"

"No! No! No!"

Mocre yelled like crazy, pointed at Lancelot and roared: "It's you! It's all because of you!"

Lancelot was frightened by the opponent's crazy move and took two steps back.

"Don't be afraid, Lancelot, he will not hurt you."

Bolu's smile became a little fierce, and he threatened Mokre: "We made a promise before, do you want to go back on it temporarily?"

"Bah!" Mokre spat in Bolu's face.

"Lancelot, please, please let me get out of here!" Moquel fell to his knees with a plop, pulling on Lancelot's trouser legs and begging desperately.

Lancelot couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

[Why does everyone here know their name?]

He subconsciously wanted to pull his feet away, but the other person was like a hyena that had bitten its prey, and the boy could not break away at all.

Boru wiped the saliva from his face with his sleeve, and his tone became more gloomy: "Mokele, let him go, or I will kill you now!"

After hearing this, Mokley looked up at Bolu and found that his eyes were filled with murderous intent. After hesitating for two seconds, he loosened his hands out of fear.

"Lord Bolu, I was forcibly captured by them. Please let me live." Mokre clasped his hands together and suddenly showed a pitiful expression.

"It's a pity that everyone here was brought in by force."

"Lord Boru, I speak the languages ​​of five countries. I can be your translator and attract more nobles to the arena."

"Haha, it's a pity that I'm not your master, I'm just a high-level slave, essentially no different from you." Boru smiled and shook his head, and continued: "However, you can use your expertise elsewhere, such as

Begging for mercy in five languages ​​during a duel.”

When Mokeli heard these words, he instantly felt like a deflated rubber ball. He collapsed on the ground and hit his head heavily on the cold stone wall.

Lancelot could clearly see the blood flowing down Mokre's scalp, sticking the messy black hair into a red blood clot.

The boy looked away, not wanting to see Mokre's tragic face again.

Lancelot's attention was attracted by a piece of ground on the left side of Mocre. He reached out and pushed aside the hay on it, revealing a bright weapon.

"Hey, there is a dagger here." Lancelot said and wanted to pick it up.

Mokre's eyes shone as if he had seen a treasure. He grabbed the dagger as quickly as possible before Lancelot, and stabbed it into his neck the next second!

"Don't do anything stupid."

Fortunately, Bolu had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he caught the opponent's left hand in time, and the sword suddenly stopped five centimeters away from Mokeli's neck.

"Fight and die like a man!"

Bolu's words calmed the other party, Mokley loosened his fingers, and the expression on his face became much calmer.

But Lancelot saw from Moquel's eyes that this calmness was not due to emotion, but a kind of indifference under despair.

"Let's go." Bolu said, helping Mokeli up, and the three of them walked out of the cell.

Lancelot discovered that Mocre's height was not much shorter than that of Boru, and he walked with his head held high, without any trace of his previous obscene manner.

(End of chapter)