After walking for dozens of meters on the dark stairs sloping downward, Gron finally touched a door. The door was locked, but it was not difficult for an ogre in human skin to use it forcefully. After twisting the door lock into rotten iron with brute force, Goron gently pushed the door and entered.
The next moment, he seemed to have entered another world...
A high-end cocktail party with a romantic and elegant atmosphere was being held in front of Gron. In the corner, an elegant pianist played a touching and melodious movement with half-squinted eyes. Under the moderate light and dark lights, more than twenty pictures Sitting around the round table were dozens of human men and women in luxurious clothes and elaborate masks on their faces. Their eyes were all focused on the stage of the venue. A beautiful middle-aged woman in her forties who still retained her charm was sitting on the stage. Presided over the core activity of this cocktail party with an affectionate and soft tone...
If Goron hadn't been convinced that his consciousness was very clear, he would have even thought that he was back at the midnight cocktail party not long ago. Goron even had the urge to take off the evening dress he just took off. The urge to put them on again.
"... Ladies and gentlemen, I want everyone here to know what is the greatest harm to our dear Low Tide Harbor? Yes... it is those disgusting Demi-humans and humanoids... It is their existence that destroys the order of the harbor, hinders the development of commerce here, and even makes the air here dirty... Yes, we We did try to hire professional guilds and mercenary groups to solve this problem for us, but as we all know, those so-called professional guilds, adventure teams, and mercenaries are actually just another group. They are just rubbish, not much better than those sub-humans. They defrauded us of huge wealth, but the actual results are only sending the ears of a few hobgoblin bandits to deal with us. Thank God, those who must curse. The devil finally did a good thing. It cleared away all the garbage entrenched in Lunchiao Port a few days ago, and now we should know that it wants to protect our Lunchiao Port, protect our home, and protect us. We must do something about our wealth... That's right. We must personally eliminate those filthy garbage with our own hands."
Speaking of which. The rich people in the audience immediately applauded. Although the applause was not strong, it lasted for a long time. The middle-aged beautiful woman wiped her eyes, wiped away a few non-existent tears, and then continued: "Of course, everyone here is the most distinguished gentleman and lady in Lunchide Port, so of course we can't be like that Just like a group of savages, you put on dirty and uncomfortable armor and go into the humid and hot rain forest to hunt those bandits. Fortunately, in our club, you can elegantly experience the pleasure of driving away pests and killing bandits with your own hands. Everyone, are you happy~~~?”
There was another burst of enthusiastic applause, and the curtain behind the middle-aged beautiful woman opened to the left and right, revealing three squirming objects covered with thick cloth. A strong waiter walked up from the audience and lifted off the thick cloth on the object on the far left, revealing what was hidden underneath.
Amidst the excited whispers of the rich, a forest troll with his whole body tightly bound by chains appeared in front of everyone.
The hostess waited for the guests' enthusiasm to cool down, and then said with an elegant smile: "These are the poison-toothed trolls entrenched in the rain forest. They believe in evil voodoo. Look! How ugly! What a dirty look, what a bad smell, and... what strong muscles, gentlemen and ladies, don't you want to pierce its heart with your own hands and a sword? Pry open its head with an ax, pick out its internal organs with a sharp spear, and blast its ugly soul with a musket? As one of the highlights of the night... Starting price, five hundred gold coins... ... Mr. Locke, I am very happy to see you raising your hand. I have been waiting for your active registration throughout the night. After tonight, you will have the revered and feared title of 'Troll Killer'. If not If someone is willing to compete with you for this honor, you can choose your favorite weapon. Of course, you can also use your famous family heirloom sword... Oh, Ms. Han Lina, it seems that you do too. Interested in this title..."
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Seeing this, Goron has completely understood that this is a killing salon specifically for the rich in Low Tide Port. Here, those cowards with no power can exchange their wealth for the pleasure of killing powerful creatures with their own hands. . Different from the naked violence and brutality of Junjijiu, this venue is shrouded in an aura of self-deception and hypocrisy that is disguised with elegance. The guests here are rich and luxurious, but in essence they are not the same as Junjijiu. There is no difference between the drunkards and drunkards who are shouting loudly and screaming like crazy.
At the end of the bidding, a white-haired old man licking his belly came to the stage with a beautiful girl who looked like his granddaughter. Under the kind and encouraging eyes of the fat old man, the beautiful girl's face was full of excitement and excitement. With a somewhat innocent and timid expression, he inserted a spear into the anus of the immobile troll, and then with the help of two male waiters, he successfully thrust the spear out of the troll's mouth. Come out...
"Dear~~~! I did it~~~!" The girl, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old at most, ran up to the fat old man, hugged his neck and kissed him passionately. There was a round of good-natured applause.
After the troll's body was quickly disposed of, the second piece of thick cloth was lifted. Underneath, was a Naga girl covered in emerald-green fish scales...
"This is the most terrifying pest that plagues the maritime trade routes, the evil Naga Siren..."
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Instead of listening to the middle-aged mature hostess's high-pitched words, Goron's eyes had moved to the last piece of thick cloth that had not been opened. There was no doubt a humanoid or demi-human, looking at Even the thick cloth could not hide his huge figure. Goron sniffed, and the next moment, his eyes turned as red as blood...
Goron took two deep breaths quietly. Then his eyes wandered left and right, he walked to the side, silently moved a huge solid wood cabinet, and then blocked it in front of the door where he came in. Then Gron looked around in the dark, crushed the door locks of the other two secret doors into a ball of rotten iron, and then blocked them tightly with debris. He also quietly broke the necks of the two waiters who discovered his whereabouts and came to check. Because the light was dim in the location where Goron was, and everyone's attention was focused on the stage, nothing Goron did was noticed.
The unlucky Naga girl was eventually made into sashimi by a loving middle-aged couple. Naturally, there was laughter and applause on and off the stage, and they began to share this freshest and delicious dish.
The female host stood in front of the last thick piece of cloth. She seemed to realize that the real highlight of the night was coming, and everyone fell silent. Focus on the thick cloth.
"Gentlemen. Ladies, if I ask you, what is the most terrifying and hated nightmare in this Haishiwan Peninsula, then what answer will I get... That's right. , that is the filthiest, most evil, most disgusting, but also the most terrifying demihuman race in history... Amazon centaurs, and even more terrifying humanoids. .. ... Black Hand Ogre. Everyone here is very lucky, because today, one of us will be a true warrior, who will be awarded the title of 'Demon Slaying Warrior'! You know, this is originally only a competition! The supreme honor can only be obtained by a great hero on the field~~~!”
Amid the crazy cheers of the crowd, the curtain was lifted, and a young ogre covered in blood was revealed in front of everyone.
His eyes have been blinded by a deep knife mark, and only half of one of his thick hind legs is hanging down from his body. I am afraid this is why this ogre cub appears here instead of being sold to the arena and slave traders. The reason there was that because he was already dying and severely disabled, he had no value at all in being trained as a gladiator.
Despite this, no one among the rich people sitting here cares about the age of this ogre or his physical condition. They only care about who the title of "Devil-Slaying Warrior" will eventually fall on.
Of course these people know that this is just a game. Except for the members of this inhuman killing club, no one will take their prestigious and powerful "titles" seriously, but even a game can hardly stop these people. enthusiasm.
Being able to kill a black-handed ogre with your own hands is enough to make them brag in the noble circle for a long time.
The price of the auction was raised crazily, from one thousand gold coins to 3,500 gold coins very quickly. Compared with this, the pitiful dozens and hundreds of gold coins of Army Chicken Wine were simply weak. From this In one aspect, the boss behind this inhumane killing salon is not on the same level as the rude and obscene military chicken wine.
Amid the excitement and cheers of the crowd, a young and wealthy businessman bought this honor for five thousand gold coins and gave it to his beautiful fiancée as a proposal gift.
The pianist played the marriage proposal march in time. In the touching and affectionate congratulations of the host, on the stage, in front of the ogre who was tightly bound by chains, the young and handsome businessman half-knelt down and bowed to the noble and elegant man in front of him. The woman offered her gift... a stiletto sword.
It will of course be very difficult to kill a tenacious ogre with this kind of weapon. It will be an extremely long process, but it is this long process that makes this rare proposal gift particularly weighty. ... ...
The night is still long anyway, and they have plenty of time, right
Of course, the above sentence can also be applied to another person at the venue...
Among the petals rising in the sky, the moving music, the host's excited sobs, the beautiful lady's slightly trembling body, the sweet smile of the young businessman, and the angry struggle of the ogre, Gron, who seemed to be incompatible with the whole world, finally calmed down. Slowly walked onto the stage...
******(To be continued...)