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Chapter 678 - 232. The Great Savior of the Wolf People【Seeking Monthly Tickets 7/10】_2

Chapter 678: 232. The Great Savior of the Wolf People【Seeking Monthly Tickets 7/10】_2

"Therefore, my suggestion is to let Little Wei Ming stay over there to help at most, you should hurry back here to continue the main task."

"!"

Lumina responded faintly a few seconds later:

"I feel like my intelligence has been crushed again. You, as a housewife, are going too far. Are you really that good at driving wolves and chasing tigers?"

"It’s not that you’re stupid, it’s that you’re lazy. Your tactical diligence can’t cover your strategic laziness."

Lady Shui said mercilessly:

"You’ve never considered more efficient methods. The big villains in the real world don’t do everything themselves when they support puppets. You’re the host of this, not a kindergarten teacher...

Are you really going to treat this as a role-playing game?

It’s not impossible, but who in their right mind would play with wolf people?"

"Stop the insults, children are going to look foolish."

Lumina lamented and hung up after being reprimanded a few times, she sent a private message to Little Wei Ming who was enjoying the fight club to hurry up and grind mobs.

Little Wei Ming looked regretfully at the exciting battle in the arena below, as she got up, she threw a small purse to Hog, saying:

"You can keep watching here, this money is enough for you to bet twice. Although you’re weak and can’t be a good barbarian soldier, I think you’re smart and agile. Maybe you should learn to use the power of wisdom and agility."

After speaking, she picked up her shotgun and left. She left Hog, cloaked in a robe, alone among a bunch of fanatical audience.

Truth be told, it felt bad for a small wolf person like him to be surrounded by so many humans.

Hog felt like he might be killed by these guys at any moment, but he touched the calculating bead hanging on his chest, which seemed to give him a little confidence.

He had been chosen by Lord Morphy as the grandson of the "King of Bone Biting".

He now had a new identity, and was protected in the land of Sir Morphy, and it was time to consider how to form his own clan. These elite barbarians who were brought back to fight like slaves for human entertainment were his future clan members.

Hog adjusted his hood, under which only two gray-green eyes were exposed.

He stared hard at the arena below, where a jackal barbarian and a fierce ghoul were fighting as a "warm-up".

His fellow wolf person, wearing unfit armor and holding a sword he’s not used to, was struggling under the ghoul’s claws.

He had been told that he could only survive if he won.

What cruel rules! They’re even more brutal than hunting and robbing in the wilderness. Failing to hunt only results in hunger, but losing here means being eaten by ghouls.

Sir Morphy’s advice to him was to find gladiators who could survive three battles and become his clansman. Those who can survive three brutal battles must be the elites of the elites.

Such elite barbarians used to disdain to talk to him, a weak wolf person. But now, he held the power to save them from the hell of gladiatorial combat!

Ha!

Hog’s mouth moved under his hood.

He knew he must make good use of this precious power. And he didn’t necessarily have to subdue those unruly elite barbarians. So, maybe he should start with "easy mode"?

The clever wolf person made up his mind.

He saw his fellow wolf person below win a hard fight against the ghoul, but was about to face the second fight against the Cadman People’s Army veteran.

The good news is that this is not a fight to the death, just to decide the victor.

Here comes the chance!

Hog squeezed through the crowd to the betting point of the Blood Rat Gang, put the purse in his hand on the table, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Bet all on your veteran winning."

"Hm?"

Old Peter, the Blood Rat Gang member in charge of collecting money, noticed Hog’s furry paws under his hood, and was about to shout for help when he saw Hog waving his calculating bead at him.

Okay.

This was a recognized "one of us".

"Tsk, this Crimson Castle is a strange place. Why would vampires allow wolf people to strut around here? You should really thank Sir Morphy for his generosity. In the old days when the vultures were in power, you would definitely have been stewed into wolf soup."

Old Peter sneered a few times at Hog but still accepted the bet.

Every visitor is a guest and must be treated with care.

This was Doris’ admonition.

Ten minutes later, the bloodied wolf person barbarian was dragged back to the gladiator prep area by the Blood Rat Gang. As a black iron ranked barbarian, he beat the ghoul but lost badly to the veteran.

The veteran didn’t kill him.

After all, it was just a warm-up, no need to bleed.

Doris wouldn’t really treat her wolf people barbarians as cannon fodder, it costs to train gladiators. The barbarian who’d been beaten badly could not get up for a while, his wail seemed to be lamenting his fate.

But in this human city, he couldn’t find any companions to save him. Humans wouldn’t let him die that easily, he would live but his life would be full of daily battles until he died at the hands of some opponent one day.