Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

As the first round of the game was over, Telankar, in an excited state, raised his head and looked around.

His eyes swept across the stands, and he saw that every corner was packed with spectators, and even the aisles were full of people. The crowded crowd and the layers of noise made him gasp. Even though he came from the Black Ark, which was known to have the most enthusiastic arena, he had never seen such a high attendance rate.

The scene before him shocked him, both because of the number of people and the enthusiasm in the air.

After scanning the stands, his eyes finally landed on the lizard next to him, who was smoking a pipe. The lizard looked relaxed, with the smoke floating gently in the wind, and he looked calm and composed, as if he was completely immune to the noise around him.

The more he observed, the more he realized the uniqueness of the lizards. Lizards had a lofty status in this peculiar city. Whether in the arena or on the streets, whenever Duruchi came into conflict with the lizards, the soldiers would often stand on the side of the lizards without hesitation.

He carefully observed the movements and expressions of the skin lizard, and gradually an idea came to his mind. He took a deep breath, savored the second-hand smoke, and then mustered up his courage and slowly reached out his hand to the lizard. He did not pat the skin lizard's shoulder, because he could feel that the lizard was in a strange state. He did not dare to bet on how the lizard would react after he patted the shoulder. If the lizard overreacted, his vacation might be over, and he did not want to end his vacation in this way.

The Skin Lizard noticed the hand that the Hot-Blooded One was slowly extending, and turned to look at the Hot-Blooded One. His yellow pupils showed a calm observation, and then he shook his head, rejecting the Hot-Blooded One. He turned his head and continued to inhale and exhale smoke, looking calm and mysterious.

Telankar was stunned, but soon he realized why the lizard reacted like this. The lizard probably thought he wanted a cigarette. From the conversation between Druki behind him, he learned that the lizard was smoking a cigarette, which was a very expensive enjoyment. He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want a cigarette, and then his gesture took effect. The skin lizard turned around and looked at him again.

The skin lizard's expression was filled with a hint of confusion and curiosity, and it tilted its head slightly to observe the hot-blooded creature.

Telankar took a deep breath, pointed to the seat where he sat, then pointed to the Skink, then put his hands together in a pleading gesture. The Lizard's eyes flickered, as if beginning to understand what he was asking for. He continued to point to himself with his right hand, and stretched out his index and middle fingers of his left hand to make a walking gesture, indicating that he needed to leave for a while. Then, he gestured with his right hand in the direction of his left hand, and then pointed to the distance. The Lizard's expression gradually changed, and it was obvious that he had grasped some information.

Under the lizard's increasingly clear gaze, he finally hooked his right index finger back and pointed to the seat he was sitting in. At this moment, the skin lizard finally understood his request, held the pipe in his left hand, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a grinning expression, and then stretched out his right hand and made an "OK" gesture.

Telankar couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't know the specific meaning of the lizard's gesture, he knew that the lizard understood what he meant and agreed to help watch the seat when he left. He nodded to the skink, saluted slightly, and was about to stand up.

At this moment, the lizard suddenly raised his hand and gently pulled him. He was slightly stunned, and looked at the skin lizard with doubts, his eyes full of confusion. The lizard did not explain immediately, but held the pipe in his mouth, and then reached for the seemingly inconspicuous bag on his abdomen. He noticed that the lizard's movements seemed cautious, his expression was full of concentration, his yellow pupils narrowed slightly, and he had a serious and mysterious look, as if he was about to take something important out of the bag.

The next moment, his eyes widened and he couldn't help but gasp as the lizard pulled out a few silver sovereigns from his bag.

The Skin Lizard raised a huge silver coin that the Warmblood had never seen before, with exquisite craftsmanship, and pointed at the Warmblood's wine glass, hissing and snapping, and then pointed at himself. After seeing the Warmblood's expression change from confusion to ecstasy, and then to nodding continuously, he handed the silver coin over.

When Telankar took the silver coin, the lizard took out another silver coin that was a size smaller than the previous one and handed it to him, then did the same action as when they first met, saying "Taco". He nodded, knowing that the lizard asked him to help buy a burrito that he had just eaten. However, it didn't end here, the lizard took out another huge silver coin and handed it to him. When he took it, the lizard pointed at him, then spread his hands and shrugged.

He picked up the last silver coin in surprise and pointed at himself. When the lizard smiled and nodded, his expression turned into ecstasy again. He knew that he had a good luck today and Matheran blessed him. The lizard promised to help him save a seat and let him buy some things. This silver coin could be said to be a running fee or part of the transaction.

For a moment, greed surged in his heart. What if... he ran away and never came back. What if... he bet a few silver coins. What if...

Seeing the lizard making the "OK" gesture again, he came to his senses and made the same gesture in an imitative manner. However, just as he was about to stand up again, a hand was placed on his shoulder, pushing him back down.

"Anything good happened?"

When Telankar heard the familiar voice ringing in his ear, he stopped what he was doing. He turned his head and saw the guide wearing a red belt looking at him with a scrutinizing look. He grinned. At this time, he had completely understood what the guide did. The guide was a staff member of Chapeyuto, responsible for maintaining order in secret and guiding at critical moments. Many of the key words just now were said by the guide.

"Where's your brand?"

Telankar handed over the wooden cup stiffly.

The guide calmly took the sign out of the wooden cup, then took out another sign from his arms. He overlapped the two signs for a moment, then threw Telankar's sign back into the wooden cup.

"A bottle of chicha, a tacao you just had, and the remaining silver coins are at your disposal. He trusts you, and you know that trust is precious in our society, so... don't betray his trust in you, understand?"

The guide's eyes were filled with a calmness that saw through everything, making him feel like a shadow that could not be hidden anywhere. It was a scrutiny that made him uneasy. It was neither hostile nor malicious, but like a sharp blade, precise and calm.

His gaze subconsciously shifted to the Skin Lizard, and he saw a strange curiosity flashing in the Skin Lizard's yellow pupils. It still held its pipe and waited patiently for him to leave. Although his heart was beating violently, the Skin Lizard's calmness and the guide's undisguised words sobered him up, and he nodded quickly to show that he understood.

"Then go ahead, you from the Tower of Annihilation." The guide smiled slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, with a meaningful expression.

Telankar's heart suddenly sank, his grin froze on his face, his heartbeat quickened, and he even forgot to breathe. He felt as if he had fallen into icy water, and he woke up instantly.

He knew what the initial hole on the wooden sign represented. He knew that he could not escape. If he did not return before the start of the second round, he would be on the wanted list, and the Chapeyuto system would be activated to track him down. This money would be his life-saving money. Returning to the Tower of Oblivion would be tantamount to seeking death. The admiral and his captain would definitely not protect him as an unknown person, but would pour out their anger on him. Chapeyuto was big, and Asheril was also big, but he was unfamiliar with the place.

He stuffed the silver coin tightly into the Kaitan, fearing that the precious money to save his life would disappear. After standing up, he did not choose to walk through the aisle, but imitated other Duruchi and jumped directly from the stands in front of him. He swiftly passed through the crowd and walked towards the direction of the silver flag.

There were a large number of Duruchi gathered there, the noise was endless, and the silver flags fluttered in the breeze, guiding the gamblers to gather here. Although there were a large number of people, under the management of the soldiers, the scene was in good order, and the passages clearly separated the crowds.

He looked around and found that many Duruchi had happy faces, obviously they had made money in the first round of betting, while others had sad faces, obviously they were not lucky. Various voices intertwined, and many people gathered in small circles, pointing and whispering about the next round of betting strategies.

"thief!"

"catch him!"

Just as he was thinking carefully, a burst of rapid shouting came from not far away, breaking the noise around him.

He immediately pricked up his ears, crossed his arms, and protected the silver coins in the kaitan in front of his chest. After doing all this, he looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a terrified Duruchi running wildly in the crowd, obviously trying to escape from something. However, he was blocked by the soldiers around him after running a few steps. All escape routes were blocked. There were soldiers with spears in all directions, and in higher places, there were crossbowmen raising their crossbows and aiming.

The fleeing Drucci paused for a moment, his face filled with fear and despair. The soldiers quickly surrounded him, encircling him tightly. The crowd around him also immediately fell silent, all eyes focused on this small disturbance. He looked at the soldiers surrounding him, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, as if he was still thinking of a way to escape.

However, the soldiers did not give him any chance, and several soldiers coldly pressed him to the ground. There was a burst of tittering and contemptuous boos around, and it was obvious that many people were already accustomed to such scenes.

He shook his head and stopped looking at Drucci who was dragged away. He began to think about how to bet. In the first round, the red and white teams won and both got 6 points, and the other two teams got 3 points each.

The three teams of each team are composed of different branches, either Duruchi, Asur and Ainel, or all Duruchi, or Duruchi, Ainel and Asle, or others. The winning team will advance, and there is no saying that all the teams in the team will advance if the team wins. It all depends on the strength of the team. In his opinion, the existence of the four teams is more for Duruchi to bet on, and other than that, there is no use at all. Therefore, when betting, it all depends on luck, and there is no skill at all.

What impressed him most was a match in the second round, where the only remaining Dread Spearman of the garrison actually abandoned his shield at the last moment and used his wooden stick as a halberd. In a one-on-two situation, he effortlessly knocked down a Dread Spearman who was rushing to attack, and then the Dark Swordsman failed in a single-handed attack. In the end, the garrison won the victory with the counterattack of the Dread Spearman and obtained the qualification to advance.

It doesn't make any sense at all.

He learned from the discussions of the Duruchi that the Dread Spearman was now a Dread Spearman, but he was definitely not before. That fighting style was clearly mastered by the martial arts masters or black guards of Naggarond.

The Duruchi speculated that the Dread Spearman was most likely retired due to disability, and then was brought to Asheril by the Hand of the Witch King for treatment. It is more likely that he was the captain or centurion, because the Duruchi found that during the battle, he was always in command, and the captain followed behind him. The captain was more like a mascot, who had to be placed there due to the rules.

He took a step forward and stared at the red, white, blue and yellow flags hanging above his head. Soon, he made a decision. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, protected his chest with one hand, and pointed at the flag with the other. His strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding Duruchi, who looked at his outstretched hand and wavered. Finally, his hand stopped, and he opened his eyes and looked over. Red.

"Hey, are you going to bet on the chess piece you pointed to?" asked a spectator, Drucci, in a joking tone.

"No." Telankar shook his head.

"Are you going to buy all the other ones except the red one?"

Telankar nodded.

"I don't know what to bet on, I'll follow you."

"I'll follow you too, I hope you can bring me good luck."

Telankar said nothing, and said: Don't look for me if there is any problem. Now he just wanted to get to the window as soon as possible, place his bet, leave here immediately, and then go buy things for the Skink.

Soon, he lined up at the window and accurately took out the fifteen silver sovereigns from his pocket. If the one given to him by the skin lizard was not counted, this was all his wealth. Then, he handed over the sign.

"White, Blue, and Yellow each bet five sovereigns!"

The staff member first quickly counted the silver coins, then held up a silver coin, looked at it carefully, and then a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Telankar's heart skipped a beat. He knew that there was something wrong with the silver coin. The sudden wave caused the boat to shake violently, and he cut it crookedly, which was a little obvious. However, to his surprise, the staff did not return the silver coin to him, but threw it into the bucket beside him casually, with an expression and action as if he was throwing away garbage.

"White, Blue, and Yellow each bet five Sovereigns? Don't nod, speak!" The staff member who had done all this turned around and confirmed.

"Yes!"

"White, Blue, and Yellow each bet five sovereigns?" This time, while asking, the staff member's hands kept fiddling with the device.

"Yes!"

"White, Blue, and Yellow, five sovereigns each?" When asked for the third time, the staff rubbed the cards with his hands, confirmed that there was no problem, and put the cards in.

"Yes!"

Just when Telankar thought the staff was going to ask more questions, the staff pressed the device. When he took the card again, there were a few more holes on it. He knew that these holes represented the second round, the color he bet on, and the amount of chips he bet on. He took a look at it and held it tightly in his hand, and left the window under the soldiers' gaze.

He walked towards the market area, familiar with the route. When he arrived at the wine shop, he realized that the silver coin, which was much larger, was worth 5 silver sovereigns, which meant that the skink gave him 5 silver sovereigns as a fee for his errands. Instantly, he felt more confident. If... However, before he could remember what he was thinking, he heard the urging voice behind him.

When he returned to the stands, they were already full. As he walked down the aisle, he felt a huge pressure, as if all the Duruchi present were looking at him. He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and walked carefully to avoid being tripped by a sudden foot.

He fell down, and being laughed at was a minor matter. If the bottle of wine in his kaitan was broken, that would be troublesome. He could only go back to the market area and use the errand fee to buy a new bottle. As for running away, it was not an option for him at all. He lived in the Duruchi society and knew the monitoring and informing system too well. He could not escape. Fortunately, the Duruchi did not make things difficult for him. They looked at him more as if they were looking at who was so sacred that the skin lizard could help him occupy a position.

When he came to his seat, his face was covered with cold sweat. He panted, looking at the empty glass and thinking. He knew that he was still careless. The time he spent on the trip was longer than he thought. During this process, the skin lizard who helped him save the seat must have had an argument with other Duruchi, so that when he came back, the Duruchi looked at him.

While he was thinking, the Skin Lizard handed him the bottle. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Skin Lizard, only to see the Skin Lizard pointing at his cup. He reacted for a moment and handed the cup over. The Skin Lizard poured the wine into the wooden cup, and the wine kept flowing until it almost reached the top of the wooden cup, until one third of the wine in the bottle was gone.

"Chicha!"

"Chicha!"

The Skin Lizard smiled and raised his glass to greet him. He smiled back and clinked the bottle with his wooden cup, then took a big sip. Wine that costs money is better than free wine. Wine without water is more fragrant, sweeter, and more flavorful.

"Hey, you and this lizard are friends?"

"Impossible! He should be from the Black Ark."

"It wasn't before, but it is now." Telankar held the cup in one hand and blocked the mouth of the wooden cup with the other hand, then turned his head. He knew that this question seemed casual, but it would actually... cause unnecessary trouble, and the wine in his cup might even have to be distributed. He had been targeted, he knew that the Skinks could not speak Drusil, he knew...

"Good luck guy."

"Can you teach us?"

Just as he was about to organize his words, cheers came from afar. Drucci's attention behind him was diverted, and he suddenly felt inexplicably relieved.

(One more chapter) (End of this chapter)