The Domestic Hero

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"Hahaha, come on, hurry up to me!"

The Goblin businessman Gascole usually shuttles between the civilian areas of various towns and engages in buying and selling. He had to spend a long time transporting in a single transaction, and had to venture through the dangerous and unmanned wilderness between the towns.

It was like buying and selling at a time, but only earned two or three hundred gold coins. This is still a good market, and no losses have been encountered.

But as long as he wins the slave girl, she can earn 200 gold coins purely, which makes him a small businessman who is among the civilians.

"Roar!"

Hearing the master's instructions, the ogre Ablon Giantmaul fought the big iron rod mallet and burst into a roar at Lydia.

The stench and the earth-shattering power of terror immediately blew a disgusting stinky wind wave, stunned by the clutter of Lydia's hair in front of her, and her heart beating wildly.

"Oh!"

"Fight, fight!"

"That human slave girl is dead!"

Watching the crowd around, and under the roar of the ogre, the group was excited, cheering and cheering, and it continued.

These people have bloodthirsty and brutality in their bones. They will indeed regret for the death of a top female slave, but the violence and cruelty of the ogre can actually stimulate their blood and make them more excited.

"Human slave girl, delicious!"

The simple-minded, ogre-developed ogres watched Lydia's saliva flow out.

He was like a hungry teddy bear, grinning his mouth, stroking his thick and heavy feet, and forced him towards Lydia.

"Don't come here! I, I ..."

Lydia's scalp was numb for a while, and she had never seen such a terrible, life-threatening horde in her life. She couldn't even speak at the moment.

The ogren Ablon Giantmaul was not in a hurry, carrying the iron rod mallet full of thorns, pressing step by step, like a fierce beast constantly pushing its prey to the dead end.

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

Lydia read the Son of Flame countless times in her heart, but it was obviously useless.

She understands that in a desperate situation, people 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 under the corner of the arena.

In front of her, the ogres Ablon Giantmaul, full of saliva, eyes full of greed, with little wisdom.

The eyes of all the people on the scene were watching here, and all the onlookers were calm and excited, waiting for the ogre to give them a **** and exciting blow.

Wang Yan is also paying attention to all this. His eyes are full of ancient wells. In fact, the scattered thoughts are closely related to every detail and fluctuation on the scene.

He understands that Lydia has entered a stage of transformation. She is fighting with her past self. Whether she can make changes and breakthroughs depends on this time.

Perhaps it was because of the soaring adrenaline. When Lydia's spine leaned against the wall at the end of the arena, she calmed down instead.

Although her heart was still beating frantically and her nerves were still tense, she calmed down somewhat.

"Okay, me, I admit my fate! Me, I duel with him!"

Without knowing where the courage came from, Lydia held her strength and yelled at the ogre in front of her for a catharsis test. At the same time, he also scolded toward the upper Wang Yan: "Asshole Demon Flame, you let me duel and give me a weapon anyway?"

Lydia's unyielding stubbornness attracted the attention of many live audiences. Then these people were shocked when they heard that she dared scold her master, the great Lord of the Flame Lord.

These onlookers began to discuss one after another and suddenly realized.

"The slave girl is indeed a good slave girl, just a little ignorant."

"No wonder Lord Moyan, she will be thrown into the arena to feed the demon, and she will not even give her one weapon. It turned out that she asked for it."

"Alas, what a pity, what's wrong with being a slave girl to Lord Mo Yan? You have to find your own way."

Watching the crowd's reaction all around, Lydia couldn't control that much at this moment anymore, her eyes lit up with fighting spirit and she was determined to fight.

Nothing else, she has to fight for her precious life and dignity.

She thought to herself, if she still had the holy weapon-level staff that the grandfather gave her before, she would still have a little fighting power, and she would not be so frightened to face this ogre.

Of course, at this moment she was no longer expecting the Holy Class Staff, now she is just a slave girl, she is still a little self-knowledge.

So now she just asks for an ordinary staff or ordinary wand. As long as it is convenient for her to quickly gather energy and speed up the casting, she can save her life, and at the same time wrestle with the terrible ogre and wait for the opportunity to find a chance to fight back. .

Suddenly, a little silver flashed by.

Above the walls of the arena, the Lord of Demon Flames, which she hated, seemed to hear her craving, and raised her hand and threw a greasy knife from the top of her head.

The knife was rough and fell silently to her feet.

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

What is this, what is this?

An oily knife? The wicked Demon Lord, intending to let her use this disgusting and dirty knife that she couldn't bear to touch, but fight the terrible ogre?

This, this, this, what kidding?

Lydia's heart ran like a thousand horses and mud horses, and she was stunned.

This is too pitted?

Watching the crowd at the scene was also shocked, and then an unprecedented laugh broke out.

"Hahaha, so miserable, that human slave girl is so miserable!"

"Master Moyan has only given her a knife, is this a knife for cutting meat? Hahaha, laugh at me!"

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

Those onlookers ridiculed Lydia bad luck one by one, touted Wang Yan to play, and at the same time educated his slaves, and if they didn't know life or death, they were also used to feed the ogre.

"Oh, where did this knife come from?" Those happy bystanders looked around. It turned out that this knife was just a lively fat man. Where did the tool for cutting meat eat, Wang Yan just took it by hand, Lost it.

At this time, the fat man seemed to be more honoured because of Wang Yan's use of his knife, and he chewed up the legs of the animal in his hands, all more energetic.

Seeing such a situation, the crowd around was even happier, and the most excited one was Gosling businessman Gascole.

This Goblin businessman, who travels from south to north like a person, does not understand Wang Yan's intentions when he sees Wang Yan's approach?

Obviously, the mistress did not know what to do, and annoyed the demon lord, now the lord is clearly about to feed the slave girl to his ogre.

This kind of thing is very common in the whole world of hell, and he Gascol, after a good luck today, is about to make a fortune for nothing.

"Happy! Hahaha! Really happy!"

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