As usual, he found a tavern and stayed there. His behavior of bringing along a group of maids made the passersby and the owner of the tavern speechless. It seemed that this kind of scene was rare here. Most of them did not mind it and went into the tavern to rest.
Now, there was only one thing he had to do — wait.
This was already a very obvious opposition. Many had killed the red-robed Count. Needless to say, this Count's actions were the orders of His Majesty. The warlord's brain was not interested in thinking about anything else. He only listened to Sakamento because Sakamento had defeated him before. It was not like this Count had never risen up and established his own faction before.
This huge city did not have the grandeur of the capital cities that he had seen before. Speaking of which, the atmosphere here looked slightly strange. All the behavior of the civilians seemed to be orderly, but in fact, it was as if they were being suppressed by something.
And one very important thing was that Many did not find any statues or believers related to the Demon God Garen in the city. There were even no books or similar works about the Demon God Garen in the bookstore.
Was there a conflict between religion and this place?
Due to the existence of the perceptive ability, many people did not have to worry about the maids and subordinates in their hotels when they walked on the streets. They simply strolled slowly in this huge city.
It seemed that he really came here for a tour.
It was still the usual night of the Abyss Clan, but the sky was very different in the eyes of many and the eyes of others. He habitually looked up, and then smiled indifferently as he walked into the porch of a huge arena.
Similar to a movie theater, Many bought a ticket that was not considered to be the best. Under the guidance of the waiter, they came to a seat in the arena. There was a bustling crowd around them, and many of them were inconspicuous among them.
"Kill it!
Kill it! "
"Twist its head off!"
…
In such a crowded place, people's emotions were easily affected. Many demonstrations did not have any extreme purpose at the beginning, but during the march, the emotions would expand and intensify. In the end, it often led to everyone entering a state of madness and paranoia. The spectators watching basketball and football games were like this, and the people who went to anti-war demonstrations would also be like this.
As soon as Many sat down, he felt a great pressure as if he was near a huge volcano. That kind of madness, like the emotions of red-eyed soldiers on the battlefield, made Many frown slightly.
Was this a place that was crazy and revered killing?
Many did not understand why these people advocated this kind of violence. In his mind, it seemed that most of the Abyss Clan were lost people who lived all day and endless desires. The only thing that made Many feel better was the believers in Satsuma City. Regardless of the god they believed in, at least in his doctrine, there was no worship of killing. It only emphasized of the concept of "if people do not offend me, I will not offend them."
To be honest, in this environment where the weak were prey to the strong, this was already very merciful.
He raised his head. The arena was far from being as exaggerated as the huge epic building in Solon City, but it was still big enough to accommodate three to four thousand people. Of course, it was not full right now. The Buffon celebration seemed to have passed, and the business in the arena did not seem to be particularly good.
Because of this, the competition in the arena seemed even more excessive and bloody.
He bought cheap tickets, and the view from many places was not very good, and there were other spectators very close to him. However, he could still clearly see the battle that was happening in the large arena.
Three warriors who looked well-armed were besieging a Dukel Tauren.
Although it was said to be a siege, the battle was actually nearing the end. The Tauren obviously had a lot of wounds on his body that affected his strength. He was beaten back by the three well-armed warriors, and finally, he knelt on the ground due to exhaustion. However, this was not the end. The three mercilessly rushed forward and actually stepped on the Tauren's huge head. They chopped off his head with the giant axe in their hands. When the strong bones and the metal axe collided, the muffled sound could be heard clearly throughout the arena.
This extremely cruel method won the standing cheers of the audience. When the huge head was chopped off and taken as a trophy, the cheers of the audience were deafening, as if it was a different kind of celebration.
Many squinted their eyes, but what they saw was not the scene in front of them.
In their perception, there were countless tunnels under the arena for people to pass through, and in the huge rooms at the edge, there were many Tauren imprisoned by heavy iron chains … Of course, there were also all kinds of other races, and even many dark elves.
Slaves.
This term made many people have a clear understanding of the operating state of the entire arena. Something similar to a gong was sounded, and the next match began.
There were six staggering figures at the edge of the arena, and on the other side, there were five arrogant fellows.
This obvious contrast was obviously what the audience liked to see. On one side were the slaves of the arena, and on the other side were mercenaries hired at a high price and gold medal fighters who were willing to eat this bowl of rice. No matter which side won in the end, the excitement was naturally something that the audience could enjoy.
The excitement of being showered with blood would one day make them suffer the consequences of their actions.
The match quickly began. Among the six slaves, there were four tall Tauren and two graceful dark elves. This strong contrast made the audience even more excited. As the match progressed, the match that seemed to be full of suspense but actually had no suspense at all quickly ended.
The corpses of the four Tauren lay on the ground, and the remaining two dark elves were pressed to the ground by the three guys who were still alive like hungry wolves.
"Kill them!"
The audience stood up and cheered again. Looking at the beastly scene below the stage, they became even more excited.
The dark elves, a race full of tragedy, at this moment, many people really felt a kind of sorrow in their birth. These races with the blood of the Roslolian Continent and the Abyss Continent were treated like this here, treated as inferior slaves and subjected to all kinds of torture. What if they were brought to the Roslolian Continent?
They would probably look at them with unfriendly eyes.
Many people sighed and looked at the two teams that once again appeared on the battlefield. They really didn't have the mood to continue watching, so they turned around and left.
Because on one side of the team was more than ten elite warriors, and on the other side was a group of unarmed female slaves with curvy bodies.
There was no need to mention the consequences.
In order to save a race, what they had to do was not to do meaningless things in such a place. Although many people had compassion in their hearts, more of it was rational judgment and thinking.
After leaving the arena that was filled with filth, many people randomly found a tavern and sat down in a corner.
He was waiting, and his senses told him that the thing he was waiting for was about to arrive.
The tavern was very lively, and all kinds of people were drinking to their heart's content. After a few glasses of wine, they would usually throw out whatever they had in their stomach, and the topic at hand was unsurprisingly related to many people.
"Red Robe Count is dead!
Do you guys think this is possible? "
"He's really dead?
I don't believe it … "
"The news has been confirmed!
His body was just outside Satsuma City, and no one dared to clean it up for three days and three nights! "
"Bullsh * t, I heard that his body is still there, and no one dares to touch it!
A few brave soldiers went over, but as soon as they got close, they were so scared by a murderous aura that they peed their pants! "
…
Many people gently raised their glasses and looked at the group of people in front of them who were discussing these things enthusiastically. They felt that it was quite interesting.
"Who the hell killed him?!
This heinous bastard should have died a long time ago!
Even the Demon God Garen wouldn't take him in! "
"Shh … Don't say his name."
There was a moment of silence, as though "Demon God Garen" was a forbidden word here.
"I heard … that the guy who killed Carlin was the incarnation of 'it'."
There was an uproar.
The huge tavern suddenly became much quieter, and then there were all kinds of opposing voices — — "That doesn't exist!
It's just a name made up by those lunatics! "
"I think that even if a Karu Beast killed Carlin, it would also become the incarnation of 'it'!"
"Hey hey hey, let me finish. Yesterday I heard from that Stain guy … that the guy who killed Carlin defeated the entire Eastern Continent's army on the battlefield alone, and killed Carlin with just one slash!"
"That powerful?
What does he look like? "
The people below surrounded them.