Beneath the Red Dragon-Chapter 220 - 85: Good Luck Won’t Favor Fools

"The match of the Giant Dragon team is about to start, dear guests. Today's game is the Centaur team versus the Ogre team. It's going to be quite a spectacle. A ticket costs only ten Copper Coins. This is an intense game for the Giant Dragons to exercise when they were young! Don't miss it!"

A gap-toothed old man at the entrance waved a stack of tickets in his hand, enthusiastically shouting to the passersby of the Giant Dragon Arena.

His promotion indeed piqued the interest of many, especially those Barbarian Warriors who admire bravery. Soon, an adventure party composed of several Barbarians came up, took out the few Copper Coins they had left, and bought tickets from the old man to go in.

The newly opened Giant Dragon Arena was sparsely populated, with only a scattered few spectators seated inside, but surprisingly diverse in races.

Not only were there races like Ogres, Centaurs, Kobolds, and goblins that frequently roamed within the Giant Dragon Territory, but some Elves and Beastmen also appeared in this arena.

Some beings hid their original forms, using Transformation Skill or Illusion to change into the appearance of Elves or Human Nobility.

A perceptive Barbarian Totem Warrior sniffed out a scent of the Dragon Race and the Abyss from them, indicating that they were likely creatures from the Giant Dragons and Abyss Demons.

However, these Barbarian Warriors were not intimidated. Barbarian Warriors are a race that advances through battles; the more battles they experience, the more likely they are to become powerful.

Moreover, these Barbarian Warriors had already offered their path of totem training to the Giant Dragons ruling this place and registered with the Governor of the Golden City, pledging allegiance to the Giant Dragon Territory. They are now regarded as part of the community.

On this land, these Barbarian Warriors already had a backing, no longer the vagrant race hunted and captured by various Human Kingdoms of the past.

A group of Barbarian Warriors took their seats, feeling confident for the first time, holding their heads high proudly looking around, without a trace of stage fright.

Soon, the Ogre team and the Centaur team stood in the center of the arena, with an oval ball placed in the middle. This was the display and introduction of both teams before the game started.

Yet, the spectators' eyes were not on the competing teams, but on the sudden appearance of green-skinned goblins, which carried large round trays on their heads.

These green-skinned goblins moved around in pairs, carrying wooden trays, selling snacks and treats that were specialties produced in the Giant Dragon Territory.

The other cried out loudly, "Dear guests, you can place your bets. Bet on a win or a loss, it all depends on your judgment. Predict who scores first, it all depends on your luck. Instant settlement, guaranteed by the Giant Dragons, no delay!"

Many spectators were moved and began asking about the odds and various questions.

These green-skinned goblins, specially selected for their intelligence, agility, and patience, answered every question. Soon, the once-empty trays were laden with shimmering Gold Coins and Silver Coins.

The Barbarian Warriors were also tempted. They had spent their last Copper Coins on tickets, and all they had left were the rewards they received, piece upon piece of Gold Coins.

The shining Gold Coins gave these Barbarians confidence, and one by one, they pulled out a few Gold Coins from their pockets, shouting loudly, "Hey, green-skinned midget, come here, we want to bet on the Ogres to win, those Ogres' muscles look quite powerful, I feel we're about to get rich."

The green-skinned goblin quickly rushed over with the tray, saying a string of praise and flattery to these rough Barbarians.

This group of Barbarian Warriors was amused by the green-skinned goblin, and one particularly virile Barbarian pulled out another Gold Coin from his pocket, threw it onto the tray, and laughed loudly, "I find your words quite enjoyable, here's a tip for you."

The course of the match left these Barbarian Warriors very satisfied; the clash of muscles between the Centaurs and Ogres thrilled them.

But the result of the match left these Barbarian Warriors heartbroken, as they finally left the arena crestfallen, no longer looking as bold as when they first entered.

"Why don't I go ask Lord Fa if we can pledge allegiance to the Giant Dragons tonight. I heard that once you pledge allegiance, they even provide meals and lodging." A Barbarian Warrior, with a worried face, looked at their leader, the powerful Totem Berserker, covered in totem tattoos of various colors. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Jib, the Totem Berserker, shook his filthy hair, and said heartily, "Go? I, Jib, won't lose face like that. We agreed to hold the allegiance ceremony in three days, so it's three days later. Isn't sleeping on the ground just fine? Haven't we slept less in the wild forests?"

Jib kicked the worrying warrior's buttocks, laughing, "Go, find us a corner where the wind doesn't blow, it's your job to set up camp for us tonight."

The sturdy, towering Beastman walked past these Barbarians with several robust Beastman Warriors, a slight contemplative look on their ugly faces.

"Judging from the situation in this Golden City, this Giant Dragon Territory is quickly taking on the shape of a nation," the tall Beastman frowned, speaking softly in the Beastman language to the Near Guard beside him.

"Lord Fati, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to accomplish the task of the Beastman Elder Council. For a ruler of a Giant Dragon Kingdom, what kind of price needs to be paid to buy them out?"