An Illustrated Guidebook to Other Races

"As long as you win this last time, how about I let your sister go?"

Hearing that, the cold-faced Orc boy clenched his fists, and the wolf-like dark gray eyes stared at the human in front of him.

"What you said is true?"

He didn't believe that this cunning and greedy human would easily let go of the cash cow he had cultivated so hard.

Sub-orcs with the blood of werewolves are rare, and hybrids like him who use the most ferocious and belligerent hyenas and werewolves to please humans are even rarer. He and his sister are the same group. The only lucky one survived in the experiment.

Since he was a child, he and his sister had to survive the cruel fighting. Even after they came out of the training ground, their brothers and sisters were sold to the Colosseum at a high price, and they escaped again and again. After a **** battle, the two gradually became the most famous victors in this city. I don't know how many people spend a lot of money to watch their brothers and sisters.

But the boy didn't want his sister to stay in this **** and cruel Colosseum forever. As long as he could regain his freedom, it wouldn't matter if he was trapped here forever until he died.

So he fought desperately, tried hard to defeat his opponents, gained every victory, and attracted the eyes of others to himself. As long as his value was far more than his sister, then his sister might escape this magic cave.

"Of course, what did I lie to you? Anyway, your sister has been getting worse and worse since she was injured last time. You can't make any money by keeping her here. Don't you always want me to let her go? Your performance satisfied Master Olier, and it wouldn't hurt me to let your sister go." The boss of the Colosseum said with a smile.

The Orc boy frowned and thought for a while, feeling that his words also had a certain degree of credibility, so he agreed to the other party's request.

"But Master Olier said that he wants to increase the difficulty, so that you can defeat the enemy blindfolded, and you can't make a sound in the middle. I think this should not be difficult for you." The boss suddenly changed his tone and added another condition. .

The sense of smell and five senses of werewolves and hyenas are notoriously sharp, and even if they are invisible, they will not prevent him from fighting. In addition, they have had similar experience before, so the Orc boy did not think much and agreed.

The thought of his sister being able to leave this ghost place after this battle is over, the boy's heart is full of excitement and excitement, but he guessed that this always stingy boss would make such a tempting request. It is estimated that this time the opponent is also very difficult to deal with. , So the boy is ready to use all his strength from the beginning to end the battle as soon as possible.

It's just that the opponent seemed to have the same idea. As soon as the boy entered the field, the opponent quickly attacked him fiercely.

In the Colosseum, you must not be merciful to the enemy. Once you lose, you will die. Even if you survive the battle, the owner who loses the money will vent your anger by killing the defeated slave.

After a while, the sub-orc boy with rich combat experience gained the upper hand. He directly pierced the opponent's chest with the palm of his sharp claws as before, and dug out his heart.

This is the **** scene that visitors in the audience like to see most.

Accompanied by the enthusiastic cheers of the audience outside, the winning Orc boy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The blood and flesh of his opponent still remained on his claws, dripping into the darkness of the Colosseum along his fingertips. In the red dirt.

It just made him feel quite puzzled that even if he had been pierced through his chest for a lifetime, his opponent didn't make any noise this time, or even groaned.

And the opponent's strength... seems a little weak.

However, the Orc boy was eager to go back to tell her the good news with his sister, so he didn't think about it any further, until he was about to step into the tunnel, his ears keenly caught a weak murmur.

"Brother...don't look back..."

"Must... live..."

The sub-orc boy's body froze suddenly, he tore off the cloth covering his eyes in disbelief, and turned to look at the figure lying in the Colosseum.

that person……

It's clearly his sister!

He quickly turned back and ran over, carefully picked up his sister's thin body, and watched her lose **** lips and the blood hole in her chest that was still emitting bright red liquid. The eyes of the Orc boy instantly became blood red and gray. The pupils of the eyes contracted into a straight line, and his body trembling violently almost twitched.

"Brother silly...why do you want to look back?"

The sub-orc girl, who looked like a teenager, had a muddy face and worked hard to show him a bright smile.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"This time, I have to go first."

"If there is an afterlife..."

"I still want to be your sister..."

Before the sub-orc girl's mumbling was finished, the ending sound suddenly disappeared, and her arms fell weakly on her side.

The sub-orc boy stared blankly at his sister's face that seemed to be asleep, he slowly leaned down, hugged his sister's cold body, and bursts of desperate hoarse screams from his throat.

However, laughter and cheers were heard all around.

"Did you hear that? This guy actually killed his own sister."

"It's wonderful! It seems that today's ticket money has not been spent in vain."

"Haha, great! The cry of this sub-orc **** is quite interesting. It is not in vain that I specially spent a lot of money to watch their brothers and sisters kill each other."

Hearing the sudden loud laughter from the audience, the Orc boy slowly raised his blood-red eyes and stared at the person who made the noise with hatred.

He was an aristocratic young man wearing a luxurious dress. He was looking down at the boy condescendingly, and when he met his hateful eyes, he laughed very proudly.

"Little bastard, you made me happy with success, and I want to reward you well,"

After speaking, he grabbed a thumb-sized gem from his arms and sprinkled it into the Colosseum at will.

Such a big deal stunned the audience in an exclamation.

"Climb over and pick it up, these are all rewards for you."

The young orc boy slowly put down his sister's body, stood up, and walked towards the gems scattered in the Colosseum.

"Haha, have you seen it? This little **** is too obedient..."

However, before the aristocratic youth's words were finished, a figure jumped up from the towering wall of the Colosseum, passed through the crowd, and bit the aristocratic youth's arm fiercely amidst the panic screams of the crowd, as if To bite his hand alive.

"Ah-it hurts!"

The noble young man howled like a pig, his face was full of distorted fear, there was no half of the pride before.

When the suborc boy who was dazzled by hatred wanted to dig out the heart of the noble youth to avenge his sister, the slave neck ring locked on his neck suddenly tightened, and at the same time the poison needle in the neck ring pierced his neck. , Making his body stiff, he slowly fell to the ground.

"Damn it! You dare to bite me!"

The aristocratic youth who escaped from the dead clutched his bitten arm, scolded and stood up, angrily kicked the immobile Orc boy several feet, and stepped on his face and said viciously: "Damn bastard, I will let You know what life is better than death!"

The boss of the Colosseum was afraid of angering the powerful young nobles, so he sent the Orc boy who had hurt people to the other side to ravage/vent his anger.

In the following time, the noble youth ordered people to sever the hand and hamstrings of the Orc boy, turning him into a useless person, and used countless cruel and vicious methods to abuse/humiliate the boy until he was tortured to death. He sold him at a low price to a slave owner, and told the slave owner to never let him die easily, but to sell him to one of the most vicious and mean buyers, so that the Orc boy would die in the pain of life worse than death.

It's just that they underestimated the young man's survival and patience. He deliberately pretended to be dying and weak, causing the slave owner who guarded him to relax his vigilance, and walked into the cage with food, and bit him when he was unprepared. His throat didn't let go until the slave owner died completely, his mouth was full of blood, and the expressionless young orc boy released his mouth.

He stared coldly in one direction, the **** hatred in his eyes almost turned into substance.

"If I can come back alive."

"It will definitely turn this city into ashes."

...

The young Orc with gray hair and gray eyes looked up at the almost one-sided cruel massacre in the audience, with a cold and indifferent expression.

Once again, returning to this old place that bears countless painful memories of his, unexpectedly, there is not much pleasure of revenge and ecstasy, only indifferent peace.

It wasn't until the panic escaping crowd saw a familiar face full of panic that Dubin's heart twitched sharply like a needle.

At this time, an enchanting and graceful body slowly landed from the air.

"The entire Colosseum has been sealed by barriers. No matter how you make trouble, people inside will not be able to escape, and people outside will not be able to enter."

Du Bin took a faint look at the person, his expression still not loose.

The beautiful female devil bit her lip and complained dissatisfiedly: "I have helped you so much, don't you thank me for it?"

"Get what you need, why should I thank you." The young Orc with gray hair and gray eyes coldly pulled the corner of his mouth, "Is so many souls not enough for you?"

Mamen shrugged her shoulders and sighed helplessly, "It seems that you are a face to anyone except that cute little human girl."

"What to mention her for?" Doberman frowned.

Mamen pretended to be surprised, and covered her red lips with a vicious smile, "Hehe, don't you know that the person you are going to kill tomorrow is the girl's sister?"

"...What?" The gray-haired youth's pupils suddenly tightened.

"The envoy that Balsado sent to the Warner League this time was the little girl’s sister. I also only recently learned that the little girl’s sister was originally the daughter of Duke Alfred of the Balsado Empire. In order to make her child a future princess, a maid of the Duchess of Frederic had secretly swapped her child with the child of the duchess who had just given birth, and took the child to the small country town and abandoned it. In the forest, they were only raised after being picked up by others, but the adoptive parents died in a disaster shortly afterwards. Only the poor little guy was left. Later, the little guy picked up the same abandoned little girl. We are sisters and depend on each other as companions."

"The fake princess accidentally revealed her trap not long ago. Duke Alfred, who learned the truth, was furious and quickly mobilized all the forces in his hands. After some setbacks, he finally recovered his relatives. Daughter, now Shalena is no longer a lowly civilian, but a noble princess."

Dubin listened to the news of the female devil in silence, and then frowned: "Since Shalena has restored her status as a princess, how can she come to ally with Werner as an envoy of Balsado?"

"I don't know this anymore. It is estimated that Shalena wants to find the little girl who has always been her sister. If you want to break the alliance between Werner and Balsado, you must be in front of everyone in the ceremony. The face killed Shalena, and the daughter that Duke Alfred finally found died in Werner, and warner will inevitably go to war."

The corner of Mamen's mouth curled slightly: "But you don't have to worry. Didn't you mean that the little girl lost her memory and no one remembers it?"

The beautiful female devil lowered her voice and whispered in a bewitching manner like a devil.

"So even if you kill her sister."

"She won't know."