I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 29. Fight Club

With this shock, her body was no longer soft, and her legs were full of strength. She even wanted to hit someone.

"You're doing this on purpose,"

The Dark Elf jumped down and immediately turned hostile.

A second ago, they were so close to each other, but the next second, she turned into a cold queen.

"How powerful! How would I know that someone was doing something in the room?" Char said innocently.

"Aren't you God's chosen one?"

"You finally believe me."

"You ..."

Evelyn took a deep breath, her chest was rising and falling, and she calmed down after a few seconds.

"Lead the way,"

Such a small matter was not enough to make her angry.

It was just that she had never taken advantage of Char, which made her very unhappy.

After all, she was a picky woman.

"As expected of Miss Evelyn," Char praised. "You're even a little faster than the others in calming down."

"Hmph, I just want to know where the second way to the stronghold is."

"No, I didn't say I was going to your stronghold..."

"Then where are you going?"

"The fight club."

"What's that?"

Char pointed at the entrance of the Dark Brotherhood.

"Go down the steps there and explain as you walk."

In order to prevent such a situation from happening, Evelyn concealed herself and walked in front.

Char admired the perky, translucent butt in front of him, and explained as he walked, "

"Svartalfheim blockaded Andaheim more than a decade ago. Before that, there were a group of purple-skinned cavemen living underground. Do you remember?"

"I know. They have blisters on their heads. They call themselves Ancient Mushroom Man, and they even set up a company..."

"Scarlet Mushroom Investment Company," Char said, "They bribed your former queen and got the news in advance. They escaped before the Night Lord sealed off the underground and formed the 'Gold Association' with the Goblins on the surface. The full name is 'Gold Alliance'."

"Goblins? Those green-skinned dwarves who only know how to make potions and feed Ogres? They... Aren't they very weak?"

"In terms of physical strength, they are indeed weak, but they're very knowledgable..." Char said helplessly.

There were some great principles that were not suitable to be explained to Evelyn, such as productivity, currency, finance, and so on.

She had almost no concept of this.

This was a problem of education.

Although she had received the education of a queen, 70% of the education was about how to serve the Night Lord, and the remaining 30% was about torture, etiquette, and hatred. There was no knowledge, production, or scientific development.

It was simply a disgrace to education!

With such an education, it was no wonder that even after thousands of years of secret planning, they still could not counterattack the surface. Furthermore, whenever a Dark Elf was sent out on a mission, they would basically end up in a state of ecstasy.

"In short, you just have to remember that the the Gold Association is a very strong club." Char concluded.

The Dark Elf was still doubtful.

The two of them went into a sewer and went more than ten meters deep, braving the stench. They were blocked by a yellow-green water curtain.

"Are you sure the entrance is here..."

While Evelyn was still hesitating, Char pushed her in.

"Ah..."

Evelyn's scream stopped abruptly because the touch she had imagined did not happen.

In an instant, she realized that it was a teleportation gate!

She opened her eyes. Her body was as clean as the air around her.

The two of them were in a building that looked like an arena, with a translucent ceiling.

The arena was surrounded by wooden fences with sharpened roofs. It was obviously made of top-quality peach wood, but it had a brown metallic luster.

The Dark Elf knew that it was a greasy luster that could only be obtained after it had been repeatedly stained with blood and wiped hundreds of times until the blood had seeped into the wood's veins and could not be wiped away.

It was clearly a cold-blooded and awe-inspiring building, but the atmosphere in the venue was unusually warm. The noisy waves of sound mixed with the harsh music, one wave after the other, hitting their faces in the heat.

Outside the fence was a complex grandstand with more than ten floors. There were all kinds of spectators shouting and screaming. It was simply a hodgepodge!

She actually saw a Light Elf and a Dark Elf with their arms around each other!

Dear Zin'rokh, what in the world...

Behind the two of them was the entrance where the magical light kept spinning. Their arrival did not cause much of a stir, as if the people here were used to people suddenly barging in.

"Hey, man, welcome to the fight club. Where's your ticket? "

A drunk Ogre shouted at the Dark Elf and hobbled over.

The Dark Elf was curious about what was going to happen next when she saw Char take a step forward. The tip of a bright white sword emerged from the back of the ogre's neck.

Bang! Bang!

The fat body fell to the ground.

Evelyn bent down and knocked on the door curiously.

As a believer of Zin'rokh, the Dark Elf did not seem to have the awareness of a murderer's companion. It was as if Char's sudden killing was not as interesting as her new discovery.

"Hey, it's hollow down here ..."

"You'll know when you see the arena."

Char pointed inside and wiped her sword clean on the Ogre's body.

"Iron net? Hollow ground? What's down there?" said Evelyn in shock.

"Fire," The one who answered her was a red-headed Mushroom Man with a blister on his head.

"Time is money, my Goblin friends all say so. Therefore, every match will be shortened to less than ten minutes. If you exceed the time limit, the person who wastes money will be roasted and carried away."

He was less than a meter tall, had small eyes, and no nose.

He had a red badge on his chest, on which was a hand that clutched a large gold coin.

This was the head of the Astan City's fight club, the host, and the collector, Maica.

They were too stingy, not even willing to hire a person to do such a thing. Fortunately, all the odd jobs were done by Ogres with low intelligence, so there would not be any trouble.

He took small, unhurried steps and snapped his fingers, and someone carried the Ogre away.

"Welcome, both of you. Who is the contestant? Or perhaps, the two of you?"

"Me,"

Char took out a bag of gold coins, and it was the 25 gold coins that he had just earned.

"Oh, I like sensible players like you."

The Mushroom Man squinted his eyes.

He weighed the money bag in his hand, and the sound of gold coins rubbing against each other was exceptionally beautiful.

He immediately took out a sign and crossed out a row of names.

"You'll be ranked third. Tell me your name, contestant."

"Char."

The Ancient Mushroom Man wrote Char in it.

Evelyn felt that he had cut the queue of at least ten people.

After the Mushroom Man left, Evelyn looked at the blood stains of the Ogre being dragged away thoughtfully.

"Is it a sign of loyalty?"

"You mean the Ogres? No, it just said something wrong."

"What did he say?"

"The first rule of the fight club: You can't talk about the fight club."

"But it didn't... Oh, I see. It did..."

"Yes, if we just barged in, this place would be finished," Char explained.

"Interesting..."

The Dark Elf licked her lips.

She was starting to like this place. There was order in the chaos, and it was simply tailor-made for her.