Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Just as Telankar was about to speak, a deafening cheer suddenly came from afar. Unexpectedly, this time, no contestants entered directly as usual, but instead a team of Sons of Asuryan appeared.

He had seen these special beings in the previous round. They had a white mask half covering their face and black battle makeup on the other side. The dancing long-handled battle axes left a very deep impression on him.

The son of Asuryan stepped into the arena, carrying a rack to the center, carefully placing the rack in the center of the arena, and then quickly evacuated. The next moment, the flames spread rapidly like a rising beast, enveloping the rack in blazing flames.

The Duruchis in the audience began to talk, some exclaimed, some whispered, and the scene became noisy and heated.

After a while, the contestants slowly came on stage. The burning racks made their figures appear taller and taller, and every step was oppressive. However, one son of Asuryan did not leave completely like the others, but stood beside the flames and even took a few steps closer to the flames.

This action instantly caused a commotion in the stands.

"What is he doing?"

"Self-immolation?"

"Are you trying to prove something with fire?"

There was a noisy discussion in the audience, and the Duruchis speculated on the intentions of the Son of Asuryan. As the horn suddenly sounded, the noisy audience suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on the Son of Asuryan who remained on the field, full of curiosity and expectation, as if waiting for the secret to be revealed.

The Son of Asuryan walked and performed beside the blazing fire. In the reflection of the flames, his expression was filled with despair and determination, and every movement exuded a heroic atmosphere.

Then it dawned on the Druki that this son of Asuryan was reviving the legend of Aenarion.

"If Asuryan can save my people, I will throw myself into the sacred fire!" roared the Son of Asuryan who played Aenarion, with pain and determination in his eyes.

Then he strode towards the holy fire, the fire engulfed him, his limbs seemed to be burning, but he still stood up, chanting the oath of sacrifice loudly. The scorching flames licked his body, his hair was ignited, his skin was charred in the high temperature, and he was surrounded by flames, as if he was about to lose everything.

In the audience, the Druki and the Skinks held their breath, staring at the breathtaking scene with shock in their eyes. Everyone present was shocked by Aenarion's courage and spirit of sacrifice, even those Druki soldiers who were used to seeing life and death, watched intently with lofty respect in their eyes.

Just when the audience thought that the son of Asuryan, who played Aenarion, would fall and be consumed by flames, a miraculous turn of events occurred.

The Son of Asuryan continued to perform miracles belonging to Aenarion. He struggled to stand up from the flames and walked through the flames. His burned skin gradually recovered and his charred hair miraculously grew back. He walked out of the flames step by step, unscathed, and the light of holy fire emanated from his body, as if Asuryan's blessing had descended from the sky, granting him infinite power and protection.

At this moment, whether it was Druki in the audience, the soldiers responsible for maintaining order, or the referees and participating elves, they all locked their eyes on this "Aenarion". The elves cheered from the bottom of their hearts, and the atmosphere of the entire venue instantly reached a climax, filled with warm shouts and applause, the sound echoed around, as if even the air was vibrating with their excitement.

"Aenarion!"

"Aenarion!"

"Aenarion!"

"Great Aenarion!"

Sound waves gathered from all directions, and the shouts of the audience rose and fell like rolling tides, deafening. The cheers spread from one stand to another, gradually forming a strong resonance in the entire venue.

Every elf raised his hands, his face filled with excitement. There was no doubt that Aenarion's deeds transcended the boundaries of tribes and branches. Whether it was Druki, Asur, Aenil, or Asrai, they all had deep respect for Aenarion. At this moment, they were all deeply moved by Aenarion's legend and spirit of sacrifice.

Tolandil, the actor who played Aenarion, walked slowly around the flames with a solemn and calm expression. He raised his hands and greeted the audience around him. The flames danced beside him, and his figure was reflected by the blazing light, making him look extremely tall, as if he had really transformed into the great hero who was blessed by the holy fire.

His movements were graceful and calm, with a sense of ritual in every step, and every greeting raised the atmosphere of the venue again. It was as if he was passing on this inherited spirit to every elf, reminding the elves that no matter what branch or what belief, this sacrifice and courage is always worth remembering.

Finally, he stopped at the edge of the flame, bowed deeply, and accepted the cheers and applause of the audience. Then, he turned around and walked slowly to the other side of the flame, gradually moving away from the venue. At the last moment before leaving the venue, he turned around and waved to the audience, and then handed the stage to the contestants.

The flames were still burning, and the dancing flames seemed to be spreading the spirit of Aenarion, engraving his legend in everyone's memory. The contestants walked onto the field, their steps were particularly cautious, as if they did not want to easily destroy the solemnity and respect that permeated the air. The audience in the stands were still discussing the performances just now, as if Aenarion's figure was still standing in the flames, not dissipating.

Soon, with the sound of the whistle, the first small round of the second major round officially kicked off.

Just like the original game, it was still the Sea Guards, but the opponent changed from the Black Ark Pirates to the Black Ark Soldiers.

Perhaps it was the legend of Aenarion that inspired them, or the lessons and experience they learned from their teammates' failures, or the still-burning flame. The Sea Guards had firm eyes, full of fighting spirit, and stood tall. The Soldiers also had solemn expressions, becoming more focused and dedicated.

The two sides quickly deployed their formations, and the Sea Guards took out their signature stance, with the players on the left, right and middle holding spears, and two teams holding large sticks located in the middle of the armed Sea Guards.

The soldier team used the Dark Swordsmen to form a semicircular formation, and the Dread Spearmen on the flanks were responsible for blocking the breakthrough path.

It was as if the deep hatred suddenly disappeared. The two sides no longer collided and fought chaotically as they did at the beginning, but gradually tested each other's defenses with precise coordination.

The Soldier Team launched the attack first. A Gloomy Swordsman rushed forward quickly, holding his shield against his chest and pointing his stick at the Sea Guard Spearman. The Sea Guard Team members reacted quickly and thrust their long sticks out swiftly, trying to contain the opponent's attack. The Soldier Team's Fear Spearman changed his pace in time, deftly avoided the long stick, and counterattacked under the cover of his teammates.

The captain of the Sea Guards loudly commanded the team members, quickly adjusting the formation, and the team members cooperated tacitly, always maintaining a tight defense line when dealing with the attack of the soldiers. Under the illumination of the flames, the spears and shields of both sides flashed in the air, and the dull sound of the collision between the shields and sticks echoed over the entire venue. The audience held their breath and watched this fierce confrontation.

During the battle, a stickman from the Sea Guard took advantage of the moment when a fear spearman from the Soldier Team lost his balance and attacked decisively, hitting the opponent's shoulder and causing him to retreat briefly.

However, the soldiers did not collapse. They quickly adjusted their formation and tried to break through the Sea Guard's defense again. Under the command of the captain, two Dread Spearmen rushed forward together and knocked away the Sea Guard's spearmen with their shields, successfully disrupting the opponent's formation. The Sea Guard was forced to adjust its defensive position and formed a semi-arc defense line, but they were not completely suppressed and still maintained a complete formation.

After several rounds of attack and defense, both sides were close to their physical limits. Although their movements were a little slow, they still defended and attacked steadily, and they cooperated with each other like a shadow. The battle entered a white-hot stage. In the last round of confrontation, the Sea Guard took advantage of the gap of the Soldier Team and rushed forward first, and finally successfully broke through the Soldier Team's defense line.

As the audience burst into exclamations, all the members of the Soldier Team fell to the ground, while one member of the Sea Guard Team was barely able to stand. The Sea Guard Team won the victory with a slight advantage and qualified for the next round.

Telankar clenched his fists excitedly. Although he was a little unhappy that the Sea Guards won, the blue team he bet on scored the first point.

After the match, as per the routine, players from both teams stood in the center of the field, five free referees presented medals to the Soldiers team, then saluted, and the Tritons followed suit.

Soon, a second battle began, this time between Aenil's Sons of Asuryan and Asrai's Eternal Guard.

The whistle pierced the air sharply, and the Sons of Asuryan quickly split into two and three teams. The two teams, each consisting of two men, rushed directly to the right wing of the Eternal Guard, while the three teams, each consisting of three men, maintained their formation and launched a feint attack from the front. Every swing of the long-handled battle axes in their hands made a sharp sound of breaking the wind, as if they were going to split the air and hit the opponent's vital points.

The Eternal Guard immediately adjusted their formation, trying to use shields to build a defensive line to resist the opponent's attack, but the Son of Asuryan's attack was too fierce, and the long-handled battle axe opened and closed, and each slash contained great force. Although the shield blocked a lot of the axe blade, the huge impact of the axe still made the Eternal Guard members feel numb in their arms. They were forced to take a step back and tried to stab the opponent's gap with wooden sticks.

However, the second squad on the right side of the Sons of Asuryan showed great tacit understanding. One of them swept the opponent's shield with the handle of his axe, and the other immediately took the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. As one of the Eternal Guard members fell, the right side of the defense line suddenly opened up, forcing the remaining members to quickly adjust their positions to try to make up for it.

The captain of the Eternal Guard shouted orders, trying to stabilize the situation. However, they were still a step too slow to adjust, and the three-member team of the Sons of Asuryan took advantage of the situation and broke into their formation from the front, tearing a larger gap.

The axe blades and shields kept colliding, making a deafening sound. The players on both sides tried their best, and gradually the Eternal Guard fell into a disadvantage.

The fierce battle lasted for several minutes, and the members of the Eternal Guard were knocked down one by one, until only the last member was left on the field. He held the long stick tightly and leaned against his shield. His breathing was rapid and sweat flowed down his cheeks, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"To the Lord of Blades!"

He roared, raised his weapon, and rushed directly towards his opponent.

Three Sons of Asuryan immediately came forward, and two long-handled battle axes swung from both sides, attacking him. He quickly stepped back, blocking the axe blade on the right with his shield, and at the same time stabbed to the left with his long stick, hitting a Son of Asuryan accurately in the chest, forcing him back.

However, another battle axe took the opportunity to chop down from the front, and he hurriedly blocked it with his shield. The huge impact made his knees weak and he almost fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and swung his long stick with all his might, forcing the opponent who was attacking from the front to take a step back.

But his physical strength was limited after all. As an ordinary believer, his movements gradually slowed down, and his shield defense began to have gaps. Just as he tried to stab another opponent with a final blow, the Son of Asuryan on the left seized the opportunity and hit his side with his battle axe, knocking him to the ground.

Lying on the ground, he loosened the spear in his hand, fell on his back, gasped, and closed his eyes helplessly.

The referee blew the whistle, announcing the end of the game. The audience cheered enthusiastically, paying the highest tribute to the wonderful performance of all the contestants. Although the Sons of Asuryan team paid a heavy price, they finally won the victory with the advantage of three people standing, and successfully advanced to the next round.

Telankar clenched his fist excitedly again, and the yellow team represented by the Sons of Asuryan also earned a point.

The third match was between the Asrai War Dancers and the Asheril Garrison.

The war dancers were agile and light-footed. Two war dancers holding sticks were sandwiched between three war dancers holding two weapons, forming a compact and flexible formation. They did not choose to fight head-on, but quickly distanced themselves, as if testing the reaction of the garrison.

The garrison troops still maintained their contradictory defensive formation and stood still.

Facing this situation, the war dancers were well prepared. The dual-wielding war dancer in the middle stood still, crouched slightly, ready to support at any time, while the war dancers on both sides suddenly launched swift movements. They approached the flanks as fast as the wind, with light but oppressive steps.

The garrison's formation began to become chaotic, and they tried to tighten their defense, but the speed of the war dancers was far beyond their expectations. The dual-wielding war dancers on both sides quickly approached, swinging their dual weapons at tricky angles, forcing the garrison's flankers to break up their originally tight formation to meet the enemy.

At the same time as the garrison dispersed, the war dancers who had remained motionless began to press forward from the front, using their flexible bodies to pin down the garrison's fearful spearmen, making it difficult for them to launch an effective counterattack.

The cooperation of the war dancers was like a carefully choreographed dance, each step was swift and precise, and the tacit understanding between them was impeccable. Although the members of the garrison tried to stabilize the formation, they were always restrained by the war dancers in their advance and retreat, and gradually fell into the opponent's rhythm.

A Dread Spearman tried to break through the front, but was hit accurately on the shoulder by a dual-wielding War Dancer, and the wooden stick flew out of his hand, and the entire defense line collapsed instantly. On the other side, a Dark Swordsman was about to raise his shield to block, but the dual-wielding War Dancer quickly circled to the side and hit him on the knee with a heavy blow, knocking him down directly.

The captain of the garrison obviously realized that the situation was not good and tried to adjust the formation, but the war dancers' attack was too fast and they had no room to breathe. Whether it was the frontal stick sweep or the dual-wielding fast attack on both wings, they were unable to resist.

The only remaining Dread Spearman tried to protect the captain and hold up the last line of defense, but the War Dancer reacted faster than him and forced him to lose balance. He was hit from behind by a stick and fell to the ground.

As the referee blew the whistle, the war dancer easily won the victory.

Although the garrison showed strong willpower, they were powerless in the face of the extremely high tactical quality and coordination of the war dancers. The audience in the stands cheered thunderously, and the cheers and applause pushed the victory of the war dancers to the climax.

The war dancers stood in a row in the middle of the field, their expressions calm and confident, as if this victory was just an expected result. The garrison troops who received the commemorative medals quietly left the field, with reluctance in their eyes, but they had to admit that they had lost this time with a clear conscience.

In the fourth game, the Black Ark Slaughter Sisters played against the Black Ark Pirates.

For pirates, the best way to limit the killing sisters is to throw fishing nets with hook blades, but the rules prohibit the use of fishing nets...

Similarly, the Slaughter Sisters could not use whips, but they could use ropes... The battle had just begun, and the field was clearly one-sided. The Slaughter Sisters quickly gained the upper hand with their ruthless fighting style and precise coordination. For them, ropes were no different from whips. In their hands, ropes were like living things, not only a sharp weapon for attack, but also a tool to restrain opponents.

The pirates were obviously prepared for the fierceness and speed of the Slaughter Sisters. After all, they were always close to them. They tried to limit the opponent's attack with brave charges and flexible steps. However, due to the lack of tools such as fishing nets, their tactics were severely limited and they were completely unable to effectively stop the Slaughter Sisters' oppressive attacks.

A pirate rushed towards a Slaughter Sister in an attempt to break the situation, but the Slaughter Sister calmly dodged, and the rope quickly wrapped around his ankle, pulling hard and dragging him to the ground, killing him.

On the other side, a pirate tried to break through the Slaughter Sisters' defense with his shield. He roared and raised his shield, ramming into the opponent's front row. However, the Slaughter Sisters' coordination was almost seamless. Just as the shield was about to hit the target, a Slaughter Sister retreated nimbly and kicked him in the knee with a side kick, interrupting his movement. Then, another Slaughter Sister cut in from the flank, quickly wrapped his legs with a rope, and pulled him hard, throwing him to the ground.

The stands were filled with sighs. They were from the Black Ark and knew the Slaughter Sisters' fighting style too well. At this moment, they had an illusion that they were not in Chapeyuto, but back in the Black Ark. The slaves who fought against the Slaughter Sisters became pirates.

The pirates on the field fell one after another. Although they behaved bravely and fearlessly, they were unable to find an effective way to crack the extremely oppressive fighting style of the Slaughter Sisters.

With the last pirate's ankle strangled by the rope, the referee blew the whistle to end the game, and the Slaughter Sisters won without any suspense.

In the fifth game, the Sea Guard played against the Einel War Dancers, and the Sea Guard had no power to resist.

Game 6, Garrison vs. Soldiers...

Game 7, Pirates Civil War…

The eighth scene, the garrison's civil war...

The ninth match, the Eternal Guard versus the Garrison...

Telankar's heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest. He stared at the center of the field, watching the referees busy cleaning up the field and preparing for the next round of competition. He clenched his fists, and even sweat came out of his palms, but he didn't care.

The first round of competition was finally over, and the results were much better than he expected.

The yellow team had 2 points, the blue team had 2 points, and the white team had 1 point, and he bet on the white, blue, and yellow teams.

At this moment, these numbers kept circling in his mind, and he felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart. He knew what these scores meant, and everything was moving in a direction that was favorable to him.

At this moment, the referee's horn sounded again, breaking the brief calm. The second round of the competition officially began!

Soon, the second round of the game was over, and the scores were 5 points for the yellow team, 4 points for the blue team, and 2 points for the white team.

This result caused a huge wave of emotion in his heart. He could hear the beating of his chest in the noisy environment. The score of the White Team was no longer important. It could even be said that the performance of the White Team was no longer the focus of his attention. Even if the White Team won all the next games, it would only be 5 points, which could not change the situation at all.

The blue team and the yellow team are the key to determining his fate.

He tried to block out the voices around him cursing the Red Team and let his brain work quickly. If the Yellow Team and the Blue Team could maintain their respective 6 points in the next third round, then he would have the opportunity he had been waiting for. If both teams maintained this score, according to the odds of the bet, he would get 30 silver sovereigns! For him, this was not just an accumulation of wealth, but also many more possibilities.

After all, once his bet is successful, his funds will be doubled, the chips in his hand will become more abundant, and he may even have the opportunity to be more unscrupulous in the next bet.

However, in reality, things don't always go as planned, and he was in deep torment. His eyes kept scanning the field, and the wooden cup was soaked with sweat from his hands. He was waiting for the result of the next game. Any unexpected fluctuations could change all his expectations.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. At least the current situation was not the worst. At least he did not bet on the red team. As long as one of the yellow team and the blue team was ahead, he could break even. This way he still had a chance. After all, today was only the first day of the holiday.

Soon, the third round of competition began.

His heartbeat became more and more rapid, and everything in front of him seemed to become blurred. Every second that passed seemed to be stretched countless times, and he could hardly breathe. The situation before him had reached the most critical moment. Every game between the blue team and the yellow team would affect his fate, and all he could do was wait quietly.

The blue team got 1 point first, successfully tying the yellow team's points and reaching 5 points. However, the yellow team remained stagnant and made no progress.

The following game progress almost suffocated him. The red team, which originally had only 1 point, began to climb and the score became 3 points.

His eyes were fixed on the field, and he was almost unable to control his nervousness.

Torment, anxiety, and pain.

The Blue Team promptly contained the Red Team's momentum, and the Red Team's score remained at 3 points, while the Blue Team eventually stabilized its score at 6 points. At this point, all three games between the Blue Team and the Red Team had ended. This meant that his bet on the Blue Team would pay off, and he would receive 15 silver Sovereigns, with no loss or gain.

All eyes were focused on the last crucial match, the Yellow Team versus the White Team.

"If the yellow team wins... 6 points..."

He prayed silently, his voice weak, as if he didn't dare to say the word "if" out loud. He knew that if the Yellow Team could win this game, the Yellow Team would be tied with the Blue Team, and he would get what he wanted, get 30 silver sovereigns, double his funds, and bet more decisively in the next game.

As the whistle blew, the game began, with the garrison team playing against the Aslay War Dancers. The garrison team represented the yellow team and the War Dancers team represented the white team.

His eyes were fixed on the court, everything was still, time passed so slowly. Every attack of the yellow team, every successful defense, was the rhythm of his heartbeat. He clenched his hands quietly, his nails holding the wooden cup deeply embedded in the cup, and the anxiety in his heart surged like a tide.

The contest between the War Dancers and the garrison troops is no longer a simple confrontation, but a collision of two completely different fighting styles, a game between the strong.

At the beginning of the battle, the War Dancers quickly gained the upper hand with their fast mobility. The War Dancers on both sides circled around the flanks of the enemy positions, using their own body movements and the advantages of their long sticks to roll and spin in the air, and each attack was swift and accurate. The garrison members could only do their best to resist, and although the Dread Spearmen fought back desperately with their long sticks, they were unable to break the War Dancers' attack rhythm.

Gradually, the battle entered a white-hot stage, and the war dancers pounced on every member of the garrison like a shadow. The fear spearmen of the garrison began to show obvious signs of fatigue, while the war dancers were still as fast as the wind. As time went on, the situation gradually developed in a one-sided direction.

In the end, only three war dancers and their captain were left on the battlefield against two Dreadspearmen and their captain.

Telankar's heart almost stopped beating. He covered his eyes with his trembling hands. He didn't dare to look any further. He had already foreseen the ending.

On the field, the captain of the garrison was well aware of his team's disadvantages, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that only through some unusual tactics could this situation be reversed. He placed his left hand on the right shoulder of the left-handed Dread Spearman and whispered something.

The Dread Spearman on the right immediately realized the captain's intention and began to move to the right, aiming directly at a War Dancer on the opposite side. The War Dancer immediately started alert and prepared to fight.

At this time, the war dancer standing in the middle also responded quickly. He started and moved quickly to the left side of the battlefield, trying to cooperate with his teammates.

At the same time, the Dread Spearman on the left suddenly moved. He leaped forward like lightning, and suddenly began to spin his body. His shield flew out of his hand in the air, smashing into the War Dancer opposite him like a meteorite.

At this moment, the War Dancer saw the flying shield, and he rolled over almost subconsciously to avoid the rapid attack. However, when he rolled over, his eyes suddenly widened. The target of the Dread Spearman was not him, but to clear the battlefield.

"Lord of the Blade, protect me!"

The Dread Spearman who threw the shield shouted with great determination, as if he was seeking some kind of shelter and strength. As he shouted, he used his special skills, which he had mastered on the Chaos Ice Field. The wooden stick in his hand flew out instantly.

The wooden stick was like a javelin, with such speed and force that it flew straight towards the captain of the war dancers like a violent spear with the force of thunder.

When the war dancer captain saw the wooden stick flying towards her, she almost subconsciously dodged, but the speed was too fast. Just as she turned slightly, the wooden stick still hit her left rib heavily.

Severe pain spread throughout her body. She tried her best to stay standing, but the impact of the stick was too great. She could feel her ribs cracked, and her feet seemed to lose support. Her body staggered back a few steps involuntarily, and finally lost balance and fell to the ground. Her expression was full of shock, and she knew clearly what this blow meant.

Just as the captain of the war dancer fell to the ground, the referee's whistle suddenly sounded and the game was quickly declared over.

The voices in the stands gradually became a mixture of curses, exclamations, and cheers, like a storm of noise. Some people angrily and angrily accused that the result of the game was unfair and that throwing weapons was a foul; others sarcastically retorted that there had been more than one throwing in the previous game, so throwing was obviously allowed. Some people were surprised and couldn't believe that the garrison actually won.

Telankar opened his fingers to reveal a gap, and opened his eyes a little. He was surprised to find that the garrison actually won! The talk in his ears was not an illusion, but so real, just like the ecstasy he was feeling now.

His heart was beating hard, and he could hardly control his emotions. He raised his hand and drank the remaining drink in the glass. The chill spread all over his body, but it made him even more excited. He shouted out loud, but the little bit of rationality he had left reminded him not to shout out: I won!

His mood was like flying into the clouds, as if all the pressure, tension and anxiety had completely dissipated at this moment. The result of the bet was clear, and the victory of the blue team and the yellow team brought him rich rewards. The nerves that had been tense for so long finally relaxed, and he felt as if his whole body was free. He had never felt so happy and relieved before.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the sound of the whole audience echo in his ears. At this moment, even this warm atmosphere became more beautiful, as if the whole world existed for him. He won, not only because of the money, but because he finally seized this rare opportunity and successfully found his own position in the tide of fate.

The Dread Spearman who threw the stick fell to his knees, his hands clenched into fists, roaring at the sky, letting out his inner emotions. At the same time, his teammates and the captain who were lying on the ground shouted and cheered and rushed towards him, surrounded him, hugged him tightly, and drowned him.

The warriors standing in the field stood there in a daze, their eyes seemed to have lost focus, their ears echoed with the referee's whistle and the painful cries of their captain when he fell. There was an indescribable sense of oppression in the air, their hearts were filled with anger and loss, they could accept failure, but they could not accept failure in this way.

As war dancers, as followers of the Deceiver, they were fooled and deceived by a follower of the Lord of Blades.

The five free referees looked at each other. They didn't expect this to happen, and then they smiled.

When everything was over, the Drukis in the stands left in a hurry, ready to start the third round of the game.

When Telankar was about to stand up, a hand was placed on his shoulder. His heart sank, and he looked over carefully and found that it was the guide.

"You are cautious, but you are not cautious enough. Be careful, you are being watched. Change your position later."

"Thank you, thank you for your reminder." Telankar nodded and reached into Kaitan's pocket. In fact, in addition to the silver coin given to him by the skink beside him, he also had an ecu in his pocket. It was the spoils of his first raid, and it was his lucky coin. The guide's reminder was his greatest luck, and he had reason to hand the lucky coin to the guide.

"Thank you, but... you should keep it. I can feel that this silver coin is very important to you." The guide smiled and waved his hand, refusing, and then pointed around, "There are countless pairs of eyes around me. I have a bright future. Please don't hurt me."

Telankar said nothing more, but held the Eju tightly in his hand and bowed deeply to the guide.

"Since you bowed to me, let me remind you again that the Chicha you just drank is very strong. You can exchange it for the bet and buy it again... You can't afford to stay in the hotel at the dock. It's occupied by captains. You can go north, there is a temporary residence converted from a warehouse, but you have to remember that you can only enter there but not leave. If you leave again, it will be tomorrow."

"Thank you, you are..."

"Shake hands with him. As you said, you are friends with him." The guide interrupted Telankar and left after saying this. (End of this chapter)