Chapter 1360: At Least Give Me a Weapon?

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"Hahaha, come on, come on!"

The goblin merchant Gascol usually shuttles back and forth between the civilian areas of various towns, engaging in reselling. He has to spend a long time on transportation for a transaction, and he has to risk crossing the vast and dangerous wilderness between the towns.

In this way, he only made two or three hundred gold coins from reselling, and this was still a good market, and he did not encounter losses.

But now, as long as he wins the slave girl, he can make a net profit of 200 gold coins, which makes him, a small businessman among the civilians, excited.

"Roar!"

Hearing the master's order, the ogre Abron Giant Hammer picked up the big iron club and roared at Lydia.

The stench and the terrifying power that shook the earth immediately blew up a disgusting smelly wind sound wave, which made Lydia's hair messy and her heart beat wildly.

"Ah!"

"Hit, hit quickly!"

"That human slave girl is dead!"

The crowd around was also excited by the ogre's roar, cheering and shouting.

These people are bloodthirsty and cruel in their bones. They will indeed feel sorry for the tragic death of a top-grade slave girl, but the violence and cruelty of the ogre can stimulate their bloodiness and make them more excited.

"Human slave girl, delicious!"

The simple-minded and well-developed ogre drooled at Lydia.

He was like a hungry bear, grinning, taking thick and heavy steps, and approaching Lydia.

"Don't, don't come over! I, I..."

Lydia's scalp was numb. She had never seen such a terrible and cruel cannibal monster in her life. She couldn't even speak at the moment. She got up from the ground and hurriedly retreated.

The ogre Abron Giant Hammer was not in a hurry. He held an iron hammer full of spikes and pressed forward step by step, like a beast that constantly pushed its prey into a desperate situation.

"Son of Fire, where are you? Son of Fire..."

Lydia repeated Son of Fire countless times in her heart, but it was obviously useless.

She understood that when people are in desperate situations, they can only rely on themselves. There are not so many miracles in reality. Those so-called miracles are often just a kind of self-survival in adversity.

In this way, in just a few steps, Lydia was forced to the corner of the arena.

In front of her, the ogre Abron Giant Hammer, with a mouth full of saliva, a pair of eyes without much wisdom, full of greed.

The eyes of everyone at the scene were all fixed here. The onlookers were all holding their excitement, waiting for the ogre to give them a bloody and exciting blow.

Wang Yan was also paying attention to all this. His eyes were calm, but his scattered divine thoughts were closely following every detail and fluctuation of the scene.

He understood that Lydia had entered a stage of transformation. She was struggling with her past self. Whether she could change and break through depended on this time.

Perhaps it was because she had reached a desperate situation, or perhaps it was because of the surge of adrenaline. When Lydia's back leaned against the wall at the end of the arena, she calmed down instead.

Although her heart was still beating wildly and her nerves were still tense, she calmed down to some extent.

"Okay, I, I accept my fate! I, I will duel with him!"

I don't know where the courage came from. Lydia held back her energy and shouted at the ogre in front of her to vent. At the same time, she also cursed Wang Yan above: "Bastard Mo Yan, you let me duel, at least give me a weapon?"

Lydia's stubbornness attracted the attention of many audiences. Then when these people heard her dare to curse her master, the great Lord Mo Yan, as a bastard, they couldn't help but be shocked.

These onlookers began to talk and suddenly realized.

"The slave girl is indeed a good one, but she is a little ungrateful."

"No wonder Lord Mo Yan wanted to throw her into the arena to feed the ogre, and didn't even give her a weapon. It turns out that she asked for it."

"Alas, what a pity, what's wrong with being Lord Mo Yan's slave girl? She has to seek death."

Looking at the reactions of the people around, Lydia couldn't care less at this moment. She had a fighting spirit in her eyes and was determined to fight.

If nothing else, just for her precious life and dignity, she had to fight.

She thought to herself that if the holy-level wind-type magic wand her grandfather gave her was still there, she would have more or less the strength to fight, and she wouldn't be so scared facing this ogre.

Of course, at this moment, she no longer expected the holy-level magic wand. Now she was just a slave girl, and she still had some self-knowledge.

So now she only wanted an ordinary staff, or an ordinary magic wand, as long as it could help her gather energy quickly and cast spells faster, she could save her life, and at the same time deal with the terrible ogre and look for an opportunity to counterattack.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed.

Above the wall of the arena, the Lord of the Flame, whom she hated, seemed to have heard her desire, and raised his hand to throw a knife covered with oil from above her head.

The knife was crudely made and fell silently at her feet.

Lydia looked at the knife that fell to the ground, her eyes widened, and she was stunned on the spot: "What...what?"

What the hell is going on?

A knife covered with oil? That abominable Lord Mo Yan wanted her to use this disgusting and dirty knife that she couldn't bear to touch to fight the terrible ogre?

What a joke!

Lydia felt like thousands of grass mud horses were running through her heart, and she was stunned.

Isn't this too bad?

The crowd watching the scene was also stunned, and then burst into unprecedented laughter.

"Hahaha, too miserable, that human slave girl is really miserable!"

"Lord Mo Yan actually only gave her a knife. Is this a knife for cutting meat? Hahaha, I laughed to death!"

"Did you slaves see clearly? Dare to provoke the master, this is the end! Hahaha..."

The crowd laughed at Lydia's bad luck, praised Wang Yan for being playful, and educated their slaves by the way. If they didn't know how to live or die, they would also feed them to the ogre.

"By the way, where did this knife come from?" The onlookers who were cheering happily asked around and found out that the knife belonged to a fat man who was watching the fun. He didn't know where to get the tool for cutting meat and eating. Wang Yan just took it and threw it down.

At this time, the fat man seemed to feel honored because Wang Yan used his knife. He gnawed the leg of the beast in his hand with more energy.

Seeing this situation, the people around laughed even more happily. The most excited one among them was the goblin merchant Gascol.

This goblin merchant traveled all over the country like a shrewd person. Seeing Wang Yan's actions, he still didn't understand Wang Yan's intention?

It was obvious that the ungrateful female slave angered the Lord Mo Yan. Now the Lord was obviously going to feed the female slave to his ogre.

This kind of thing is very common in the whole world of hell, and Gascol was lucky today and was about to make a lot of money for no reason.

"Happy! Hahaha! Really happy!"

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