blueteamnovel Chapter 200 Opening Scene
Chapter 200 Opening Scene
Chapter 200 Opening Scene
A red dragon over 20 meters long, with astonishingly large claws. With just a light swipe, Thor scattered no less than ten thousand gold coins.
This is by no means a small amount—almost equivalent to the annual tax revenue of a small city-state, enough for an ordinary family of three to live comfortably and prosperously for dozens of lifetimes.
Aren't dragons supposed to be greedy and stingy? How come this red dragon is so generous?
This enormous fortune caused the surrounding creatures to hold their breath, and even their heartbeats seemed to slow down.
Even the young dragons perched on the armrests of the obsidian throne had an astonishing gleam in their eyes, almost instinctively wanting to rush down, but were stopped in their tracks by a single glance from Thor.
These worthless creatures actually dared to compete with lower beings, like humans and livestock fighting over feed. It made him feel ashamed.
"Stay put! This is none of your business. Don't bring shame upon the dignity of the true dragon!"
Thor's deep voice rang out, so soft it was almost inaudible, but to the sensitive young dragons around him, it sounded like a thunderclap.
Their bodies, which had been hunched over, tiptoeing, and craning their necks, suddenly seemed to have lost their bones, slumping down limply.
All he could see was wealth, and all he could see was gold, yet not a single coin belonged to him—could there be anything more agonizing for a dragon?
All the young dragons felt as if millions of ants were crawling all over their bodies, their blood surging and yearning, yet it was suppressed so tightly that they dared not make the slightest move.
The intense emotions that arose were almost tangible; at this moment, he had cursed Saul countless times in his heart.
The young dragons were stunned by Thor, but the many creatures surrounding the arena below were in complete uproar.
Several gnolls let out excited howls, leaped up, and pounced into the yellow sand of the arena on all fours.
A cannibal, emitting incoherent roars, swung a blood-stained wooden club and rampaged through the area.
Even more terrifying were the blue-faced, fanged orcs, who roared in a rough battle cry as they charged down, wielding massive, wheel-like axes.
In all directions, some goblins and ratmen, their eyes gleaming with cunning, gripped their poisoned daggers and crossbow bolts, following behind the creatures ahead.
"They're mine! They're all mine!"
The first gnoll to leap into the arena was excitedly rummaging through the gravel for gold coins when, in the next second, the ogre's club swung down and smashed hard on its head.
A crisp cracking sound rang out, like a watermelon being smashed open. The headless corpse fell, steaming, its limbs still twitching unconsciously.
Before the ogre could even claim the spoils of victory, the orc's giant axe struck its back like a windmill, tearing flesh and breaking its spine, following in its predecessor's footsteps.
Just then, a sharp whooshing sound rang out. The orc, who had just dealt with an enemy, quickly dodged, and several sharp crossbow bolts flew past his cheeks, leaving several bloody marks.
He initially thought it was just a minor, insignificant injury, but soon felt a numbness spreading from the wound, his expression changed drastically, and he let out an angry roar.
Three minutes seems very short, not even enough for a person to finish a cigarette.
Three minutes, yet it also seemed like a long time, long enough for creatures driven by greed and bloodlust to continuously leap into the arena from all directions.
Goblins, gnolls, ogres, orcs, half-orcs, plus beastmen, lizardmen, snakemen, and a small number of humans.
The enormous arena was almost completely filled at that moment, with many of the wild creatures not even understanding the value of the gold coins, driven purely by their bloodlust.
Almost every moment, creatures fall, their bright red blood flowing out and staining the soft yellow sand into dark red mud.
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The stench of blood exploded and spread, causing the surrounding wild creatures to howl excitedly, while the humans looked rather grim.
Fortunately, none of those who dared to accept the Red Dragon's invitation to come to the wilderness were cowards. Although the bloody battle before them made them uncomfortable, they were still able to maintain basic composure.
Only a few greenhorns, full of enthusiasm, rushed over, like Garrett's squad, who were now pale-faced and trembling.
All the thrilling adventures and the fame they had dreamt of became meaningless in the face of this brutal slaughter. They longed to slink away immediately, but seeing the excited monsters around them, they dared not make a move.
Fear, excitement, bloodlust, and death intertwined, making the arena a microcosm of the bloody battle in the abyss.
Such intense negative emotions, coupled with the fragmented and scattered souls of the creatures, should have attracted the attention of some special beings.
However, an invisible force field emanated from Thor's body, like a whale sucking in water, absorbing everything into his body and transforming it into the purest essence of spiritual power.
Several cultists hiding in the shadows looked at the mask in their hands with surprise. The white bone eye sockets gleamed with an eerie light, but they could not absorb any nourishment. They could only roar silently in anger.
What on earth is going on? There are deaths happening one after another not far away, so why can't I absorb even a trace of negative emotions or fragments of souls?
The strange situation made them exchange a glance, and they became more cautious. They quickly put the bone mask into their wide sleeves, letting it gnaw and suck their blood.
Intense battles are extremely physically demanding and cannot last long.
Some creatures that rushed into the arena in a moment of madness, once they came to their senses, fear regained its grip, and they struggled to escape, only to be mercilessly kicked away by the guards that Thor had placed around them.
As creatures fell one by one, the once crowded and chaotic arena gradually became more spacious.
Those who acted solely on bloodlust and instinct had already fallen in the previous chaotic battles. Those who were still standing on the field now not only possessed outstanding strength and good luck, but more importantly, they had clear minds.
This made them hesitant to act rashly. They merely observed each other warily, taking the opportunity to recover their strength while searching for each other's weaknesses.
The fierce battle suddenly turned into a cautious probing, eliciting discontented howls from the onlookers.
Thor rested his head on his paw out of boredom, focusing most of his attention on the ever-growing essence in his mind, only occasionally casting negligible glances at the trash below who could be killed with a single breath of his dragon breath.
Seeing that the battle had become a protracted stalemate, he immediately grinned cruelly and growled in a low voice.
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"I don't like your dragging your feet! Ten minutes, I'll give you ten more minutes to decide the final winner, or you're all dead!"
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