Under Ballez's leadership, they came to the depths of the tavern and followed a steep and winding wooden ladder into a dim and noisy underground arena.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of blue smoke, but it could not hide the stench of sweat, sour wine and blood.

The underground space of the Skull Tavern is more than three times larger than above. There are also various enclosed single rooms and secret rooms for conversation on the surrounding walls.

When Brian and the other two entered the hall, some vicious adventurers stared at them with boring, hostile or curious eyes, while the rest gathered at the edge of the large pit in the center to watch the duel.

The moon spirit, Zhao Feng, just followed behind him as if no one else, attracted a lot of attention, but no one dared to come forward to talk from beginning to end.

Brian turned his eyes to the large earth pit where he was watching. He saw a werewolf with a coyote-like hideous face and dirty dark red mane, escorted and thrown into the earth pit.

As the crowd cheered and screamed, the Gnoll's opponent, a tall, human slave holding a spear, was untied.

The two immediately fought together.

The human slave's spear sting was the first to limit the gnolls with the advantage of weapon length, but when the gnoll's fangs and claws attacked the circle of the spear, only one-sided massacre was left.

The duel ended faster than expected. The werewolf cut out the human heart, raised it bloodily over the head, took a bite, and ate it voraciously.

Suddenly, blood and madness, splashes of blood and crazy cheers of betting people intersected, echoing in the dim and noisy arena.

"Most people have a desire for blood, and it is not surprising that the arena can satisfy them, thus making Mokou Town more stable." Ballerus glanced at the arena and said in a low voice:

"For criminals who are convicted and dying, duel trials in the arena can also be given the last chance to prove their innocence and become a new person. But now the arena has long become a tool for slave owners and merchants to exploit interests."

Brian nodded slightly, expressing his approval of his words.

Since Mokou Town is the most prosperous town and settlement on the edge of the desert, it is a place where countless adventurers and various merchant groups rest.

So, the arena has been part of this town since its establishment.

If in essence, competition is similar to a noble ceremony, it is not simply killing and deadly art, but a display of courage, skills and power.

But now, it's more like a cruel underground arena.

Just as they were about to walk towards the secret room around the arena, the words of a slave merchant dressed in a sea-green silk robe and holding a short whip attracted everyone's attention.

"Everyone!" the fat slave merchant stood in the center of the pit and shouted:

"The Broken Skull Arena arranged a good show tonight, with a big bear against three little boys, one covered in honey, the other covered in blood, and the other covered in rotten fish. Now you can bet on which bear to eat first..."

The wild and excited screamed, like a ghost crying and howling, responding to a brown bear locked in an iron cage one after another.

Brian heard the joint sounds of Balleris beside him clenched with his fists. The old sword saint's face was calm, but his movements showed his inner anger.

"Let's go, don't delay the serious business." He glanced at the brown bear locked in the iron cage, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, indicating that Ballerus led the way.

When the three of them were about to leave, the clanging sound of the iron cage being opened automatically suddenly came from the pit.

Immediately afterwards, the hungry brown bear roared and instantly threw the unprepared slave merchant down.

The powerful bear paws slapped hard on the slave owner's forehead, like watermelons smashed by stones, and red and white logistics flowed all over the place.

The brown bear's pupils were congested, and its muscles were flowing back and forth like waves, roaring and running wildly in the pit, chasing all living things in its sight.

"This boss is too dedicated!"

“It seems that honey and fish are more attractive than the boss.”

"Now, three children will lose if they suppress anyone, and the boss will make a lot of money!"

Stimulated by blood and killing, joyful cheers came from the onlookers, and the entire arena suddenly became even more excited.

The guards guarding the side were like ants on a hot pan, shouting and running around in scattered manner as the brown bear chase.

Brian frowned, and while the three children were not put in the pit, he used his magic to quietly untied the chains of the iron cage.

However, the power of this brown bear burst out was obviously blessed with the "furious technique", otherwise, the guards would not have chased them all over the place.

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly noticed the smirk that the moon spirit shone on the corner of his mouth.

Her gray-white eyes flashed, and a protective barrier appeared around the brown bear in the earth pit, blocking the guards' slashing and stabbing in time.

Seeing that the elf girl of this month actually threw out magic so skillfully and quickly without attracting anyone's attention, Brian's doubts were instantly confirmed.

He finally determined that the other party was not the real moon elf shadow dancer Sun Feng at all.

Thinking of this, he could probably confirm her true identity.

After a small episode.

Under the leadership of Ballez, they came to the secret room of the leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Corps.

Brian took the lead in stepping into the dark room covered with carpets, followed by the moon elves. After Ballerus came in, he closed the door and blocked the door with a cold expression.

He saw that the owner of the room was a man who seemed to never age.

He had pale skin, lazy expression, long pale yellow hair, his hands were placed on his thighs, and his face was thin and stiff.

This is a feature of the elves, at least part of it.

The corners of his eyes were raised more than humans, but his eyes were hidden in the shadow cast by his forehead as wide as humans, emitting a faint golden light.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Dragon Vein Warlock Sallow, the leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, Brian recognized his identity at a glance.

Then, his eyes moved to another person.

This is a male human ranger with a pitch-black long bow hanging behind him, and two scimitars hung around his waist. He was as thin as a sharp knife, but his face seemed to always have a passionate smile.

Ranger Planda, deputy leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Corps.

In the brief silence, there was a broken bone and groaning sound from a brown bear knocked down from outside the door.

"Two people agreed, why did you have one more person?" The human ranger broke the silence, his eyes fell on the graceful figure of the moon elf, and he could no longer move away.

"Can't you tell? She's not a person." Brian glanced at the girl beside him and emphasized with a smile, "She's just a woman."

Song Feng was startled by Brian's sudden words. She pressed the urge to kick him in the butt. Under the gaze of the two mercenaries, she met the unscrupulous gaze of the golfer and said playfully, "Why, don't you believe it, do you want me to take off my clothes and show you? Or are you afraid?"

"Really?" Ranger Planda's eyes lit up. He was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by the commander beside him.

"That's not necessary, but no matter what, you took advantage of the loopholes, and the first impression I left was very bad." Mercenary Commander Salou looked up at Brian, took a deep breath, and said in a tone that was not too hurrying and slow:

"Of course, three to two are not a big advantage for me, but there are always benefits. In this world, especially our desperate mercenaries, we must seize every little bit of grace given by the gods. This is a lesson I have learned at a lot of cost. Let's sit down, Mr. Brian, explain the purpose of the visit, and I promise that I will not take action until you finish your words."

"Since that's the case, we won't be polite in these false gifts." Brian sat on the chair, looked at the mercenary commander, and said bluntly: "I think you should know that for the first time people meet, they will involuntarily look at the other person's identity and value, and then choose whether to kneel down for the other person or let the other person kneel down for him."

"You really dare to say this. I really admire your courage." The mercenary commander Salou chuckled, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip of the wine. "Don't you know? Wild boars are domesticated into domestic pigs, and bisons are domesticated into domestic cattle are only effective for hunters. They are not good for wild boars and bisons, but are harmful, because the purpose of this domestication is only to eliminate their resistance and make it more convenient for hunters to slaughter."

"I think your metaphor is not appropriate at all." Brian retorted with a smile:

"I admit that you are mercenaries, or the strongest mercenary group that has appeared in Mokou Town so far. But in my opinion, it seems terrible but can only guard the house. You are fast, powerful, fierce enough, and martial, but the bleeding adventure is of no benefit to protecting the territory. Employers only need to use commissions to declare the enemy's appearance. After winning the battle, they can bandage the wound and use magic to relieve pain. At this time, the danger has passed. You can eat, drink, gamble until the next battle begins.

But for the knights of the Kingdom, the battle will never end, the threat is everywhere, no matter day and night. There is no commission to declare the enemy to appear, because they protect friends, brothers, children, and even wives. For an hour of fighting in the territory, the knights of the Kingdom will spend ten thousand hours watching and waiting. If there is a better choice, who is willing to live a desperate life."

Mercenaries are also called mercenaries. Professional mercenaries are different from adventurers who appear in essence to explore the unknown. They are just a group of guys who use money to do things.

Unlike adventurers who are occasionally mixed with druids, priests or paladins, who are most noble in character and advocate balance and justice.

Moreover, most of the mercenaries are composed of deserters on the battlefield, wanted criminals, thieves, and even without any bottom line in doing things.

This is the current situation that Brian remembers that mercenaries in the material world are common.

However, there are also a few mercenary groups with strong principles.

Their goals are almost the same. They first expose their reputation, and finally find ways to join institutional forces worthy of their recognition.

The female lord of Arab City started his career with the help of mercenaries.

Brian naturally knew the importance of these mercenaries when he established his territory.

At the same time, he also understood what these desperate mercenaries really needed.

After hearing his words, the mercenary commander did not answer directly. Instead, he used his drinking skills to quickly exchange glances with the ranger beside him, then put down his wine glass and said with a smile:

"What this friend said makes sense. If there is a choice, who doesn't want to have a big tree that can enjoy the shade. This is why we travel thousands of miles to Mokou Town.

But you have to know that no matter where one war ends and another war begins, there will always be some people attacking others in some places. Perhaps when we drink here, a certain lord's head has fallen into the hands of another lord, and the free people and slave owners will also look at the neck of the Chamber of Commerce president unwilling to be lonely, sharpening their swords. Even the Supreme King of the Enoak Desert may stand on the floating city, waiting for the yellow sand to sweep over and take the opportunity to go out. Therefore, in my opinion, you do not seem to give us the sense of security we deserve."

"Sense of security?" Brian asked pretended to be ignorant, "You mean..."

"For professional qualities, I'm not convenient to disclose it." The mercenary leader replied, "but you should be able to guess it."

"So that's it." Brian nodded suddenly and realized, then snorted coldly with disdain and said to him in a slightly mocking tone:

"If you think a huge kingdom is not as powerful as your service, then just pretend I didn't say it. I don't want to waste time here and talk nonsense to you."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After that, he inadvertently showed them his purple dragon seal ring and a magical light that floated over.

This is true. Compared to the evil forces of Santalin, most people are more willing to believe in the Kingdom of Cormier and join their system.

Brian once again secretly thanked the girl who gave her ring. Without this purple dragon seal ring that symbolizes power and status, he would not have been able to have reached this point so smoothly.

The mercenary commander Salou saw a dazzling purple light flashing. A shock appeared in his calm eyes, and immediately realized that the real identity of the mysterious man in front of him was actually from the Kingdom of Cormier.

He looked at each other secretly with his companions, and suddenly hesitated.

"I know that you are a dragon vein warlock who has received the blood baptism of the ancient red dragon." Before the other party could speak, Brian said first:

"But I see that your eyes are deep, your steps are weak, your lips are dry, your hands are shaking, and your speech is weak. Obviously, the sequelae of your blood disorder have reached the late stage. If you cannot deal with it in time, don't talk about advanced to the legendary realm, you may not even be able to save your life."

Dragon Vein Warlock is an advanced profession.

There are two main ways to take up this powerful profession.
To be continued...