Open Your Quest Log Chapter 409

Well, let's stop talking, let's hold up the popcorn and the happy water of the fat house in our hands, hit the play button with our spare little finger, and continue to watch this life-and-death struggle on the yellow sand.

Barrett's face showed a look of cruelty and anger as voices in the sky announced the start of the gladiatorial fight. He roared like a beast, as if to devour the vampire named Lambert alive.

But the barbarian didn't actually feel the slightest bit of anger because of his opponent's previous ridicule. As an adventurer, he was already used to this level of sarcasm and irony. Adventurers insulting each other was much more serious than this. His expression at this time is just pretending, the purpose is to let the opponent relax because of the success of the plan.

Although the vampire in the dress was full of confidence in the previous big talk, but after the battle started, he couldn't wait to attack. This guy just relied on his mobile advantage to keep circling around Barritt, looking for loopholes in the barbarian defense.

After about half a minute of stalemate, Barrett's response seemed to become a little slack. At the moment when the other party turned behind him again, he turned around quite untimely, and was directly stuck behind him by the vampire.

The three-edged rapier in the opponent's hand, like a cane of a nobleman, was like a poisonous snake that suddenly burst out of the grass, biting straight to the heart of Barrett's back. Just at this critical moment, Barrett stabbed the twin swords diagonally from under his ribs, and hit the fangs of the poisonous snake first.

With a crisp ding sound, the thin sword and the broad-bladed long sword collided with a small spark in the air. Then Barrett turned around and slashed, but was dodged by the opponent.

The barbarian, who had mastered the initiative to attack, did not give the vampire a chance to adjust. He bent his knees slightly, jumped up and rushed towards the opponent. The weapon in his hand opened and closed, and he launched several fatal attacks in an instant.

The vampire Lambert is constantly moving backwards. Every time the rapier in his hand is parried, it will be directly swept away by the much heavier twin sword, so the figure can only be forced to dodge left and right as the barbarian continues to attack, unable to open the distance in time.

Barrett closely followed his opponent, attacking several times with each step. Vertical slashing, straight stabbing, uplifting, and over-the-top blows, he continued to oppress, trying to crush the opponent in one go with a storm-like attack.

The vampire's face no longer had the graceful and contemptuous expression on his face, but instead dealt with it one by one with a solemn expression. This guy was forced to hold the cane-like scabbard of the rapier in his hand, and repeatedly blocked with one rapier and one scabbard.

Such airtight attack and defense not only made the two gladiators on the field have no time to pay attention, but even the demonic audience in the stands and the annoying voices in the sky were much quieter at this time, and they seemed to be watching intently. Contest.

How many rounds have it been? Barrett can't remember. He felt that his two arms wielding weapons were already quite sore, and the twin swords moved from left hand to right hand, and then from right hand to left hand, during which there were several fierce blows with both hands.

But this kind of slow attack Barritt didn't dare to use it too much. He was worried that the agile vampire in front of him would take the opportunity to adjust.

After another cup of tea, our barbarian adventurer gradually felt exhausted. His breathing began to become messy, his steps were no longer as agile as before, and the twin sword in his hand became heavier and heavier.

The martial arts of this vampire in front of him greatly exceeded the barbarian's imagination. The opponent was quite composed in his continuous attack and pressing, hardly ever making a serious mistake. Although the gorgeous dress on the vampire had already been cut to pieces, and even the long platinum-blond hair had been chopped off several strands, but this guy was not seriously injured, only two unaffected shallow scars.

No way, I won't be able to hold on if it goes on like this! Barrett had to admit that he actually lost to his opponent in terms of physical strength. However, there is no way to do this. Vampires are also undead creatures after all. They don't need to breathe, and they don't have a heartbeat, and their muscles will not be tired and sore due to long-term exercise. In terms of attrition, the living are really not the opponents of the dead.

Since this round of offense has been unable to win the opponent, Barrett had to find a way to find another way.

After forcing the opponent back with a heavy blow, the barbarian did not follow closely as before, but retreated rapidly and pulled away from the battle. After pulling enough distance, he stood on the spot, leaning on the twin sword and gasping for breath.

And the vampire Lambert did not take this opportunity to counterattack, but turned into a dark and ugly pig-faced bat, flapping his wings and flying directly into the distance.

When he was about to approach the tall fence of the arena, he turned into a human figure and landed, staring at Barrett with a look of alertness. "To be honest, you played pretty well, completely beyond my imagination!" The vampire said in a loud voice with some sympathy.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say!" After Barrett shouted, seeing the distance between the two sides so far, he simply sat directly on the sand. The hot sand scorched his **** through the armor, but the barbarian couldn't care less about it at this time.

"But you couldn't have won me, Barrett the Butcher," said the vampire. "Do you know why?"

"Let's hear it!" The barbarian was not angry, but was very cooperative. He wished the other party could talk as much as possible, so that he would have enough time to recover his strength.

"Because vampires are higher creatures than humans," Lambert said. "Unlike your slow recovery, I can easily and quickly replenish lost energy."

After he finished speaking, a sheepskin water bag suddenly appeared in his hand. The vampire unscrewed the water bag and directly raised his head to fill it up. A little scarlet liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his pale cheeks and neck red.

"Hey hey, you can't do this!" Barrett stood up in surprise. After realizing that he could not stop the other party from drinking blood, the barbarian asked loudly to the sky, "Hey, that, what is your name, Ibrahimovic..."

"It's Idu!" The voice above corrected.

"Don't worry about the name!" Barrett tried to use the rules to cause trouble for the other party. "How can that vampire drink blood in a gladiatorial fight? What about the rules? Is this also allowed? If so, for other gladiators. It's so unfair!" Don't all the devils like to follow contracts and rules.

"Fair? Hehe, this kind of magical thing doesn't exist in the multiverse itself, let alone this is the Arena of Diss." The voice chuckled, "If you feel dissatisfied, you can also be like your opponent. , eat something to recover."

"But there's nothing here except sand, and I don't have anything on me!" Do you want me to have a few pieces of barbecued meat hidden in my waist for a gladiatorial fight? How many bites will you take out after you beat it for a while? This is simply ridiculous!

"Unfortunately, it's like a weapon. No matter whether you have a weapon or not, whether the weapon is in your hand, and whether the quality is as good as your opponent's, you need to fight to the death with others in the arena."

As soon as the voice above finished speaking, a certain tall devil sitting in the first row of the stand suddenly stood up and shouted, "Here you are, Barrett the Butcher!" After it finished shouting, it directly threw the **** thigh of an unknown creature at the barbarian. Come down~www.mtlnovel.com~ After you finish eating, kill that idiot on the other side for me, I have crushed a hundred souls on you, a hundred! ! If you lose, I will buy your soul and torture you day and night! ! "It also spreads its black-grey wings on its back to increase its threat.

This devil is quite strong, with wings as broad as a dragon, and that huge body seems to be embers buried under the ashes, smoldering faintly.

This is a powerful burnt sacrifice demon, but Barrett does not know it. This is the first time he has seen such a demon.

Just when the barbarian was about to respond, the voice in the sky was the first to say, "Captain Aknubo Guard, don't affect the gladiators in the field. This is not allowed by the rules!"

However, such words did not frighten the burnt sacrifice demon. After it threw a fresh arm with scales into the arena, Shi Shiran sat down. And its actions also inspired other viewers, and there were several demons nearby who seemed to have some identity, and they also began to "feed" on Barrett.

The messy flesh and blood kept flying towards the barbarian. After the voice in the sky failed to stop it several times, it could only cover the dark red barrier again.

At the moment when the barrier closed, all the noisy sounds disappeared..., oh, no, that annoying sound is still there.

"After a short interlude, let our gladiators focus on fighting again." The voice said, "If you don't do it for a long time, I will change the arena environment!"

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