The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Stan is a sturdy goblin that was sold to the arena.

In exchange for food, his parents sold him into the gladiatorial arena when he was very young.

For a more exciting "performance", the arena will feed children and provide them with martial arts to practice until they are close to maturity and will begin to fight.

The talent of goblins is almost the weakest among the various underground races. Among the millions of goblins, only one goblin has legendary strength.

The talent of human magicians is more about the ability to discover and create, and the talent of dragons comes from the unrivaled and powerful bloodline inheritance.

The talents of other tribes are derived from the gods they once believed in. People with strong talents will cultivate a level of fighting qi or awaken extraordinary magical abilities.

In the era of the decline of the gods, their talents came from the blood of their predecessors, so the rank of these tribes was almost insurmountable.

Stan is not an exception. He did not have the bloodline to awaken magic to become a goblin sacrifice, and he only reached the bronze level in terms of fighting Qi.

But his mind is far beyond the flexibility of ordinary goblins, which also allows him to survive after countless duels.

These people who were sold to the arena were not much different from slaves. They were locked in dark dungeons, separated by thick rocks.

The more one day spent in the arena, the greater the chance of death, and the senior leaders of all ethnic groups will never let them go.

This is something that Stan has already made clear. He hates those who treat the lives of civilians as playthings, and he will not wait to die.

Stan has been trying to dig a hole in his room since he broke through the bronze-level Dou Qi, and he wanted to escape.

There was no concept of time in the dark arena, and Stan didn't know what day it was when he suddenly heard a tap on the ground above his head.

Stan thought he had finally left the arena, but he happily climbed up, but entered a dark cell.

He saw a strange creature, this creature was not naked, not much hair, he had never seen a human being.

Stan's heart froze, he found that he did not find an exit, but exposed his actions in advance.

He crawled out of the hole, hoping to negotiate with this strange creature in front of him, and not to stab his affairs out.

Stan didn't want to kill him. After all, once someone dies in the cell, what awaits them is a thorough cleanup, and then Stan's burrowing will be revealed.

"Hi bro."

Stan greeted the strange creature in front of him in Common.

"Shh~"

This strange creature was a human magician. After he made a hissing gesture, he stopped paying attention to Stan, as if he didn't see him at all.

He was wholeheartedly sketching with stones on the ground.

There was not much light, but Stan saw one wonderful magic rune on the ground.

They seem to be alive, breathing, cheering, jumping, and playing.

Stan was attracted by this magical scene, and for a while he forgot his own situation.

"You can see the magic runes I drew."

The human magician raised his head and looked at Stan with sharp eyes. He didn't expect a goblin to have the talent of space magic. It was incredible.

Stan would be fine if he couldn't see anything, but since he did.

A trace of unkindness flashed in the eyes of the human magician, and he has no mercy towards aliens.

"It's amazing, are you the magician of the great mankind?"

Stan came back to his senses and looked at the human magician with admiration. He had only heard of such a magical scene in the legends of human magicians.

"You don't hate me?"

The human magician looked at this strange goblin in surprise.

"Compared to humans, I hate our kin who treat us like toys!"

Stan said resentfully.

He was driven into the underground world by humans thousands of years ago, and he had absolutely no idea about a low-level goblin like Stan.

Compared to this, he hated the elders and priests of his own clan even more.

Why are the same goblins, they can only work hard for food, and they are likely to be sold into the arena and use their lives to please others?

Why!

"Oh?"

Human magicians don't really know much about the underground world, so he seems a little curious.

Stan was surrounded by guards and opponents who died under his own hands. He never talked to anyone, and he didn't dare to express his inner thoughts. This was disrespectful to adults of all races.

But the human magician in front of him would never tell anyone their conversation.

Stan couldn't help pouring out the anger in his heart to the human magician.

"It turns out that, as early as thousands of years ago, before the Lord of the Law God was born, this kind of thing happened among us humans from time to time."

The human magician couldn't help but nodded. He could understand what happened to Stan.

"Even now, where the church manages, the class is still deeply rooted. But in the territory under the jurisdiction of our magicians, at least we guarantee the safety of civilians' lives and the basic needs of life."

The human magician said proudly.

He also had nothing to communicate with. The goblin in front of him was just a rather insignificant guy. He also told Stan what he had seen in the human world. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

That is a magnificent picture of magical magic. All kinds of magical magic are no longer high above, but go deep into the lives of ordinary people, and constantly strive to improve the quality of life of all people.

Everyone under the jurisdiction of a magician, as long as they have certain magical talent and a strong desire for knowledge, can participate in the assessment of the Magic Academy.

Every year, ordinary people with extraordinary talent are admitted to the magic academy and even invited to enter the magic capital for further study, thus changing their fate against the sky. Even human kings must treat each other with courtesy.

Stan's eyes showed a fascinated expression, but he was just a goblin, and he couldn't see such a magical world at all, even in a precarious situation.

"I have to go."

Stan realized that a long time had passed, and he said goodbye to the human magician for fear that the guards would find out that he was not in the cell.

"You won't tell the guards about me, will you?"

Stan finally confirmed.

"Absolutely not. I and them are mortal enemies. They just want to torture me if they don't kill me."

The human magician said in a clear and disdainful tone.

Stan nodded, his body submerged in the tunnel.

"I'll come again if I have a chance."

Stan Road.

"be careful."

The human magician smiled and told him.

He didn't reject Stan's request to visit him. It was too lonely in a different world alone.

Since then, Stan has often come to listen to human magicians tell various anecdotes about the human world.

The human magician also discovered that Stan actually has a rare talent in space magic. After a long time together, he no longer regarded Stan as a hostile goblin. He taught Stan some simple magic knowledge and space magic.