The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 64 Arena

Since Malus had been in a state of illness in order to maintain Zakhan's balance, Rohan did not receive any decent orders during this period.

So in addition to sleeping and practicing every day, Luohan chased the animal trainers all over the street, hoping to fulfill his long-cherished wish:

"Brother, are you selling the hydra?"

"If you don't want to sell it, get out!"

"Wow, this manticore is quite strong. I'll pay double the price..."

"Go, go, don't block the road!"

Holding the money bag in his hand, Luohan walked aggrievedly on the street, looking at the various behemoths around him, and his heart was full of resentment towards the Witch King.

You are amazing! You are rich!

All the behemoths in Nagaros were taken care of by the Witch King. Even though Rohan is now a slightly famous fear lord, no one is willing to sell the behemoths to Rohan.

The problem is that the behemoths are handsome, and they can be kept on the Black Ark. When Rohan goes to colonize other worlds in the future, he can use the behemoths to bully those worlds with lower force values!

Following Rohan around the streets these days, the soldiers naturally knew that Rohan wanted to own a giant beast, so he let go of his swords, grabbed the rat man's head and threatened:

"If you dare to speak nonsense in front of my family, then I will chop off your eyes and cut off your flesh piece by piece. Do you understand?"

Because of this, Rohan did not think about finding a black dragon as a mount. After all, compared to the scarce black dragon, manticores and war hydras were more reliable.

"Die!"

"Are you sure that if you become the champion, you can win a storm dragon egg?!"

Storm Dragon?

After recalling it carefully, Rohan finally remembered that the so-called storm dragon was a four-legged flying dragon that lived in the chaotic plains.

Seeing this rat slave approaching his master rashly, a soldier immediately stood in front of him. Hearing the other man's intermittent Elvish language, he pulled out his swords and said jokingly:

However, heirs are strictly prohibited from killing their fathers, private assassinations between lords are not allowed, only fair duels are allowed, etc. All of these are completely inconsistent with the laws of Druchi's cruel society.

It looked at the Fear Lord Armor on Rohan with a lewd look, and there was an unusual shrewdness in its eyes.

The rat slave was obviously just a messenger. After hesitating for a moment, he said hoarsely in the Elvish language that he was not very proficient in:

————Klarkarond, underground arena

"Blood! Glory! Blood!"

Back then, Malekith stole many dragon eggs from Ulthuan, relied on black magic to corrupt them, and then ripened these eggs into black dragons.

As soon as he kicked the stone on the ground onto the rat slave next to him, Rohan mounted the dark horse dejectedly and prepared to return to his camp.

At this moment, a well-dressed rat man with a noble collar around his neck suddenly walked out of the crowd nearby.

The two swords of the guard were directly placed on the neck of the rat man, and the characteristic [Holy Rune] was activated directly, burning its fur.

"Dragon eggs? Do you know that selling dragon eggs privately is illegal?"

On the chariot, a shirtless Druchi holding a spear stood on the chariot and stabbed the horse of the chariot next to him with his spear!

Fortunately, most storm dragons have an arrogant temperament, even more arrogant than the most rude elves. They always act alone, so the damage caused is not great.

"钰卋捋~"

"Honorable, noble... sir, I heard that you are looking for giant beasts? I know where there are giant beasts!"

"Yes...yes! I promise you I won't talk nonsense!"

Deafening screams continued to echo in the spacious ring arena. Thousands of excited Druchi were waving their arms feverishly, enjoying the ongoing fight between the four tanks in the audience!

"My master, he...he has a local gladiatorial arena specially prepared for nobles, and this time the championship reward is a precious dragon egg!"

(Really, Malus killed his father back then and was wanted by the whole society. He had no choice but to escape for a while to seek strength. In the end, he found Zakhan...

Zhakan: Hey, hey, hey!)

The private sale and purchase of dragon eggs is something that is expressly prohibited by the Witch King!

Regarding Rohan's concerns, the rat slave had obviously already expected it. Like a fly rubbing its hands, it whispered with a lewd smile:

"Look, there is no black dragon egg now. It has been handed over to the Witch King a long time ago... Our dragon egg was found deep in the Titan Peaks by a beast tamer who went through a lot of hard work.

A storm dragon egg!"

Hearing that the arena dared to be so unscrupulous, the captain of the guard, Rohan, immediately became alert. You must know that this has violated one of the few laws in Nagaroth!

"Oh my God, this lowly slave can actually speak, and it's in Elvish language?"

Luo Han's eyes shone, that was a young dragon that could be trained since childhood. He was confident that he would live for thousands of years and grow up with this giant dragon!

Good guy, no matter which noble dares to come and rob him this time, even if Malus, possessed by Zhakan, comes in person, Rohan will take drugs to win!

Seeing that he had successfully aroused the other party's interest, the rat slave excitedly came to the front of the team and shouted under the vigilant eyes of the surrounding soldiers:

"Please come with me, dear sir, I will take you to the arena... Yes! Yes! The master will definitely reward me well!"

Looking at the sharp blade with a faint blue light in the silver mist hunter's hand, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the rat slave, but when he thought of the master's promise, he gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to say:

"Great... great Lord of Fear, don't you want to own a giant dragon? That is the master of the sky, who can... ahhhh!"

After that, the rat man was pushed in front of Rohan. Luo Han had already heard what the rat slave said and asked curiously:

"Who is your owner? Why are you willing to sell the black dragon?"

Strangely enough, in the laws of Naggaroth, it doesn't matter if the armies of the Dread Lords engage in private wars with each other, or even frame each other in front of the Witch-King.

Therefore, every dragon egg is extremely precious. Even the eggs just laid by the female dragon will be kept strictly, waiting to be taken back by the sorceress of Grond for ripening.

Legend has it that as long as a storm dragon reaches adulthood, its lightning breath can tear apart any city walls and fortresses. Even other types of dragon scales of the same species cannot withstand this penetrating attack with vicious magic.

The unlucky war horse was instantly pierced through its body. It fell to the ground wailing, and threw away the Druchi driver on the chariot behind it.

The pilot who landed on the ground rolled like a carp and dodged the spear flying towards him. Then he picked up the spear, looked at the chariot that was charging towards him, and rushed forward with a ferocious expression!

"Ahhhhhh——(Stinky Charge)"

The spear pierced directly into the body of the chariot driver, and he himself was hit by the out-of-control chariot against the wall and squeezed into a pulp!

Seeing the two people dying one after another, the surrounding Druchi screamed crazily, wishing he could go down in person and join the fight!

PS: Thanks to Lili, not Li, for the 35,000 starting coins and the 20-chapter monthly pass. I will try my best to see if I can repay you with more chapters recently, yesyes!

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