There was a saying in Talantum, 'you should get rich early'.
It was essentially meant to urge people to work hard, but it gradually became metaphysical.
Early morning was the luckiest time for the people of Talantum.
The gambling den was already packed with a large group of gamblers.
A large piece of papyrus was pasted on the wall, marking the competition that would be held tomorrow. Those who were illiterate had to listen to the attendant's explanation.
Lin Lei and The Butcher's duel had become the focus of the crowd.
After all, the odds of 50 were rare, and if Lin Lei won, they would become rich overnight.
"Bull Butcher? Who's this gladiator?"
"Oh, oh, oh, it's the orc who killed Mad Bull the day before yesterday, right?!"
"Damn, if it's that orc, he might really win."
"I watched that gladiator fight. It was really interesting."
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The manager of the gambling den was happy to hear everyone discussing this. The more people bet on Lin Lei, the more money he would make.
However, at this time, a short dwarf spoke from the crowd.
"Why aren't we betting on The Butcher? The Butcher is a giant. We'll win money for sure!
"Manager, I want to place a heavy bet. Two silver coins! I bet on The Butcher winning!"
Among the gamblers, a subordinate of the gambling den's owner began to take the opportunity to make trouble. "Motherf*cker! If you want a stable income, you should go and lend money. Why are you here betting?"
"That's right. He doesn't have any dreams at all. Besides, that orc might not necessarily lose."
"I watched the competition too. That orc was so fast that I couldn't even see him clearly. He also knew how to stab the bull's anus. Giants are also made of flesh. If that orc were to stab the giant in his anus, he wouldn't be able to take it!"
"Manager, I'll also place a heavy bet! I'll bet two silver coins on Bull Butcher!"
After the dealer placed his bet, he glanced at the dwarf.
"You're such a coward to place this kind of bet so early in the morning! How unlucky! Go away, don't get in the way of this daddy's fortune!"
These words angered the dwarf.
"Bullsh*t!" The dwarf angrily shouted. "How can that orc win?
"Although I don't know magic, I know an apprentice wizard. He told me that giants were born with innate spells! They're natural-born magic users, so how could a normal orc defeat The Butcher?"
The gamblers could not sit still after hearing this.
It was difficult for the average person to come into contact with magic knowledge, but it also raised their expectations of magic.
Those who did not know magic were not necessarily weak, but those who knew magic were definitely very strong!
Immediately, someone in the crowd began to shout, "Manager, I'll bet ten copper coins on The Butcher winning!"
"I'll bet one silver coin on The Butcher winning!"
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The scene was a little out of control. The manager secretly glanced at his subordinate, which made the subordinate's hair stand on end.
He immediately said, "That orc knows magic too!
"The orc who appeared a few days ago was wearing a high priest's robe. He might be able to use 'Chain Lightning'!
"When the time comes, you'll be left in tears!"
The dwarf became excited and shouted at the manager, "I'll bet another silver coin! I bet on The Butcher winning!
"I don't believe that orc has any bullsh*t spells!
"If he really knew how to cast spells, he would have cast them when his comrades died!
"As for the deaths of so many orcs? That's just a tactic used to scare the spectators. It doesn't count!"
The manager silently remembered the dwarf's face, thinking that he would send a few slaves to kill him tonight.
'You're ruining my business.'
The dwarf, who was unaware that his death was near, was still shouting, "Besides, even if The Butcher doesn't know magic, he's not someone that orc can defeat.
"The Butcher can just wear armor. He's not a minotaur that can't prepare its own armor."
The manager thought of the iron underwear he had sold yesterday and gritted his teeth.
'Forget it, let's not wait until nighttime. Later, this shorty will be stabbed to death when he leaves the casino.'
However, they were still in the casino, after all. The dwarf's words made all the gamblers present suddenly realize the situation.
That was right. Giants were big and looked stupid, but their intelligence was not inferior to humans.
The Butcher seemed to be famous for his martial arts too.
"I bet one silver coin on The Butcher winning!"
"I bet 50 bronze coins on The Butcher winning!"
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The gamblers chimed in one after another, and the situation was completely out of control.
At this moment, a figure flew into the casino while screaming.
All the gamblers looked at the man on the ground, his bones broken. Then, they looked at the tall figure who appeared at the door.
The tall figure was dressed in a long robe, and his exposed arms were muscular like vines around trees.
He wore a wooden mask on his face, and his hair was wrapped in a headscarf, but there were still small braids peeking out from under the headscarf.
The tall figure was 2.5 meters tall, looking like a wall. He bent down and entered the casino, then strode toward the man who was screaming on the ground.
The casino bouncers were about to take out their steel crossbows when they were stopped by the manager.
The manager could tell that although the tall figure was extremely muscular, she had large breasts and was a woman.
Moreover, the right side of her breast had been cut off. In his eyes, her status was self-evident.
She was a female Amazon warrior.
The Amazon tribe did not exist on this continent. They were mainly traded from the Talantum people and the Sea Clan.
They were extremely rare, and the number of people who owned such slaves in Talantum could be counted on one hand.
No matter which lord it was, the manager of the casino could not afford to offend him.
The Amazon warrior pulled the man on the ground by his hair and lifted him up, then clenched her right fist.
"Stop."
A young female voice came from the door, and the female Amazon warrior stopped.
The gamblers looked toward the door and saw a petite figure standing there. Although she had a mask on her face and no accessories on her, everyone could still feel an indescribable temperament on her.
She was obviously a noble, and the gamblers present were all people with rich social experience. They did not even need to think to know what had happened.
A thief must have targeted this female noble who came out to play.
Everyone was gloating.
He actually dared to provoke this kind of person who looked like she was not to be trifled with. His eyes were completely useless.
As the female Amazon warrior put the thief down, the thief knelt on the ground and cried in pain.
"Thank you for your kindness! I won't dare to do it again!"
Hearing the thief's plea for mercy, the noble lady waved her hand. "Forget it, I'll let you go."
"Thank you! Thank you!"
The thief kept kowtowing. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the noble lady continue, "I won't kill you this time. Iron Face, just cripple his hands.
"Huh?"
The thief only had time to voice out a syllable before he heard a gust of wind. His hands were held by the female Amazon warrior.
"Ahhh!"
The thief let out a shrill cry, and his hands made a series of crisp sounds like peas being fried in an iron pan. His hands were crushed like ketchup packets smashed by an iron hammer.