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Chapter 679 - 232. The Great Savior of the Wolf People【Seeking Monthly Tickets 7/10】_3

Chapter 679: 232. The Great Savior of the Wolf People【Seeking Monthly Tickets 7/10】_3

"Hey! Do you want to live?"

Just as the battered barbarian soldier managed to rise and licked the blood off his fur, a voice burst out from the shadows behind him, causing the injured gnoll to turn his head with difficulty.

He saw a dwarf in a hood, holding a bag of money, walking towards him.

But this was not a human!

The gnoll’s keen sense of smell told him that this guy had the same scent as himself. Was this also a gnoll?

"You probably don’t know me, but that doesn’t matter."

Hog slid back his hood with his clawed hand, his green eyes scrutinizing the novice gladiator before him, who had one win and one loss.

He opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and said,

"I can save you!"

"Huh?"

The Gnoll gladiator stared with wide eyes, looking not particularly bright.

"I’ve made a deal with the boss of the Blood Rat Gang. For every fifty ghouls I kill, I can help one of my own leave the arena. It’s not easy, but I feel like I should do something for my brethren."

Hog took out a piece of smoked meat from his bosom and tossed it to the gladiator in front of him. The latter caught it and began to tear into it, direly needing to recover his energy.

"I know you’ve got another fight coming up soon, against a Star Realm Wildcat."

Hog whispered,

"You have to win it in order to make it until I can get you out of here. Thanks to your recent victory, I only have to kill 49 ghouls to secure your freedom.

But you have to make a promise to me.

After I get you out of here, you’ve got to stay and help me kill more ghouls.

You know, humans are exterminating us. More and more of our strongest are continually being sent here. We must save them all. Like you, I’ve also lost my clan, but perhaps we gladiators can form a new one."

"You...you don’t seem like a gnoll!"

The injured gladiator finished his smoked meat. Pulling a broken tooth from his mouth made his whole body quiver with pain.

But still, he stuttered,

"You are more like a cunning human. Shit, the kind of rotten meat we eat... Who the fuck are you? Are you sure you can save me? Why haven’t the humans thrown you in here too? You traitor!"

"Quit being stupid, you think you’re the first gnoll here in the arena?"

The cunning Hog retorted half-jokingly,

"You can’t possibly imagine what I’ve been through, and there’s no way you could escape on your own like I did. I regained my freedom by bathing in the blood of my enemies, you fool.

Listen well. My name is Hog!

No matter whether you believe me or not, I will save you. But the premise is, you can’t die under the claws of that Star Realm Wildcat. Got it? I’ve found you the weapon you prefer, hopefully, it can save your life."

A bloody black flail was thrown to the gladiator.

This was the weapon gnolls favored, it was incredibly powerful and had a long-range, perfectly bringing gnoll’s brute strength and agility to bear.

"Um...I hate you!"

The gladiator grabbed the flail, glared at Hog, but still muttered,

"Thank you."

"Good, you seem a bit smarter than the average gnoll. No wonder you managed to scrape a victory from the claws of those mad warriors."

Hog let out a strange laughter unique to gnolls, he asked,

"Last question, what’s your name?"

"Big Bone."

The gnoll gladiator muttered softly,

"I am Big Bone!"

"Damn. That’s not a name you moron!"

Hog shook his head, while retreating back into the shadows saying,

"You’re...Nash! Got it? From today onwards, your name is Nash, don’t die here, Nash. Wait for me to come back and save you."

Under the gaze of the gnoll Nash, Hog disappeared into the gladiator’s prep area.

He indeed didn’t like this gloomy fellow.

Even his feeble mind could figure that this fellow must have some unusual relations. Meanwhile, just outside the gladiator’s prep area, "Razor" Doris looked at the bag of money Hog handed over and bizarrely said,

"Are you sure about this one? He just lost. His third round won’t be a sure victory either. I thought you’d choose more powerful ones."

"I’m too weak."

Hog said quietly,

"I can’t control the stronger ones. In a gnoll clan, the weak have no rights to command the strong. Now is not the time for the stronger ones. I’ve raised hyenas, I know if I want to control them, I have to start training them when they are still pups."

"Alright, you are indeed very smart."

Doris jingled the bag of money in her hands and said,

"But I have an agreement with your human friend. We don’t require money for this, you can keep it."

"You misunderstood, the money I gave you is not for buying them."

Hog shook his head.

His green eyes flashed with a cunning light. He whined,

"I’d like to ask you a favor. Change the order of the fights. Send them to battle, but don’t let them die too soon. Make them suffer, make it hard for them, make them wish someone would come to save them! What’s the word you humans use... um, what’s the word?

Drama?"

"Oh, you want me to help you cheat?"

Doris’ eyes twinkled subtly.

She looked Hog up and down and shook her head, saying,

"This little bit of money won’t be enough for that. This would risk the reputation of the Blood Rat Gang. However, there is one thing you have that I do need."

"Hmm?"

Looking up, Hog saw Doris throwing him a hawk-claw blade, saying,

"Join the Blood Rat Gang, gnoll. I am in dire need of hands, especially someone as cunning as you. I can lower the standards for one of our own. Forty ghouls for a black iron gnoll, one hundred twenty for an elite, twenty for a gnoll.

Of course, they must survive three fights for me first.

After all the ghouls underground have been dealt with, I’ll give you weapons and supplies and send you on your way. I’ll even personally train you to be an outstanding gnoll thief.

Your skinny frame and cunning nature suit the job well.

Deal?"