Open Your Quest Log Chapter 407

Diss Arena.

A pure black sarcophagus was placed in the center of the venue. Around the coffin, there is a scarlet bas-relief in the shape of Manzhushahua, and on the heavy coffin lid, there is a bright silver inverse metal cross of unknown material.

"He is the noble and elegant son of the night..." the voice above the arena introduced with high emphasis, "and also a wanderer in the moon sky. He will sit alone in the tomb, shaking the crimson liquid A wine glass, recalling the last time I saw the sun; it will also appear in the nightmare of a pure girl, with a charming and lazy smile, inviting beautiful women to dance with him. His kisses are always intoxicating, because It contains nostalgia for life and blood..."

"Yes, the fire of his life has been extinguished, and he can't walk in the scorching sun, but as the human opera said, 'If you have eternal life, what is the loss of the sun?' For thousands of years, He continued to use his fangs to compose notes and chapters that only belonged to him. The notes included the loneliness and depth of the night, as well as the horror and crying of the lost; Dusty window edges and picture frames, he is our 'curtain caller', Lambert Rufans!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the stone coffin in the center of the venue suddenly shattered, and a pale and handsome man in a black dress emerged from the coffin. He hung on the yellow sand and bowed to the audience in the surrounding stands.

The gladiatorial fight did not unfold as usual today, so the roars and shouts of those devils were particularly clear.

"By the way, by the way, the above nauseous introductions were written by Lambert himself." The voice above said, "So it only represents his own point of view, except for the nickname 'curtain caller', other explanations and my It doesn't matter at all."

Such additions did not affect Lambert's good mood. While enjoying the cheers from the audience, this vampire with a charming aura was secretly thinking about how to improve his introduction.

"My melancholy and loneliness should be highlighted more in the lines, so as to arouse the maternity of more girls." Lambert thought, "How can I describe it? Um..., 'His eyes are always full of Sadness, that is the sadness left after seeing the changes of the years; although time could not hurt his handsome face, it left him a melancholy that could never be erased. 'Okay, use this next time!" The vampire said to I am very satisfied with this new introduction.

"I also need to remove the phrase 'the panic and crying of the lost'." He found another small flaw. "This description seems to be too aggressive for me, and it does not match my deep and melancholy temperament."

Lambert was completely immersed in his newly conceived lines, and did not listen to the explanation of the opponent in the gladiatorial fight. It wasn't until the voice from above suddenly became extraordinarily intense that it interrupted his inextricable self-appreciation and intoxication.

"Barritt the Butcher!!" The vampire finally heard only a vulgar nickname and a meaningless name.

He saw a tall...human in tattered armor coming out of the gate on the opposite side? Although the appearance and skin color of the opponent are a bit special, the tattoo on his forehead shows his Nord identity. Lambert had been to Nord before and lived there for a long time. The women of that country had wildness that other human countries did not have, which could arouse Lambert's desire to conquer.

When he inserted his fangs into the necks of those women, the way they wanted to resist but had no choice, and their eyes filled with tears and resentment, was simply a masterpiece drawn by a famous painter!

The Nord man held a wide-bladed long sword in his hand and slowly walked towards him. Although the cheers for this guy from the audience in the stands were not as loud as their own, they could be called warm.

"It seems that this guy is also very popular with the audience!" The vampire raised his head proudly. "That's fine, this kind of talent is a little worthy of being my Lambert's opponent. After I kill him, I will gain a greater reputation! Ultimately, the female in the entire multiverse, whether she is human, devil, Or any other creature, as long as you hear my name, your heart will be rippling!"

Just when Lambert was immersed in his fantasy again, the opponent walked in front of him step by step. The two stood a meter apart and looked at each other. The guy first stared at Lambert impolitely for several times, then turned his eyes away and observed the scattered coffin wreckage around. Immediately afterwards, the expression of this Nord barbarian became quite puzzled.

"Do you have to smash a coffin every time you play?" the other party asked. "This is too wasteful."

Che, how can such a shocking appearance of mine be compared to a prisoner like you who is locked in a prison. Lambert did not answer the other party's question, because he would be overwhelmed by the other party's momentum.

At this time, he also looked up and down the other party with those arrogant and impolite eyes, and then asked aloud, "Are you Barrett the Butcher?"

The other party frowned, and after hesitating for a while, he reluctantly said, "I am indeed Barrett, but I don't like that nickname."

very good! "You're Barrett the Butcher?" the vampire asked again, unchanged.

"Didn't you ask again just now?" The other party was a little unclear.

"Yeah, of course I know." The vampire said solemnly, "Don't you see, I'm just humiliating you by asking this. Sure enough, he's a guy with developed limbs and a simple mind." He used a very low, But it was enough for the other party to hear the voice and said ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Lambert's feet kept a little off the ground - this is his unique movement talent - flying around the other party in a circle, "'The Butcher 'Barrett, why are you given such an ugly nickname?" The vampire provoked again, "Could it be that before you became a gladiator, you were actually a butcher who sold meat? To be honest, this nickname is quite similar to your temperament. of!"

The vampire went around the opponent's side and tried to pat the guy on the shoulder, but was forced away by the opponent's sudden sword.

Lambert floated back, easily dodging the opponent's attack, "Hey, don't worry, Barrett the Butcher, the host hasn't announced the start of the gladiatorial fight." He smiled contemptuously, "If I were you, I would I cherish this time very much. I will take another look at the dark red sky and take another breath of the hot and sulphurous air. Although the environment here is not as fresh as the main material world, it is the last thing you can see the view."

The other party had a cold face and did not fight back with words, but he really raised his head and looked upwards.

Just when Lambert was about to sneer, he heard the other party ask the sky in a low voice, "Hey, if I kill this guy now, it won't be a violation."

"I have a name just like you, Barrett. You can call me 'Pink Idu' or just call me 'Idu' just like everyone else." The voice above replied, "I'm actually still I want you to talk a little more, but if you are really in a hurry, then..." He stretched his voice, "Gladiator, start!"

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