This is the recognized "one's own".

"Hey, this Scarlet Castle is really a strange place. Why do vampires allow jackals to appear here? You should really thank Lord Murphy for showing mercy. When the blood vultures were in power, you would definitely be stewed into a jackal.

Human soup.”

Old Pete grinned and sneered at Hogg, but still accepted the bet.

Visitors are guests and must be treated with care.

This is the admonishment of Sister Dorothy.

Ten minutes later, the beaten and bloody jackal barbarian was dragged back to the gladiatorial preparation area by the blood rat gang. As a black iron-level barbarian, it defeated the ghoul but was fighting with the veteran.

Lost miserably.

The veteran didn't kill it.

After all, it's just a warm-up, there's no need to get to the point of seeing blood.

Dorothy couldn't really use the jackal barbarians on hand as cannon fodder. Training gladiators also required costs. The badly beaten barbarian lay limp on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. It screamed as if it was for itself.

sad fate.

But in this human city, it can't find any companions to save it. Human beings will not let it die so easily. It will survive but will live in battles day after day until one day it dies in a certain place.

in the opponent's hands.

"Hey! Do you want to live?"

Just as the miserable barbarian soldier struggled to get up and lick the blood on his fur, a voice suddenly sounded from the shadows behind him, causing the scratched jackal to turn around with difficulty.

It saw a short man in a hood walking toward it, clutching a bag of money.

But this isn't human!

The jackal's keen sense of smell allowed him to smell the same scent as his own on the guy in front of him. Is this a jackal?

"You probably don't know me, but that doesn't matter."

Hogg used his claws to pull open his hood, and he rolled his green eyes to look at the novice gladiator who had won one victory after another and lost one after another.

It grinned its mouth full of sharp teeth and said:

"I can get you out!"

"Ouch?"

The jackal gladiator's eyes widened, looking not very smart.

"I made an agreement with the boss of the Blood Rat Gang. For every fifty ghouls I kill, one compatriot will leave the arena. This is difficult, but I think I should do something for my compatriots."

Hogg took out a piece of bacon from his arms and threw it to the gladiator in front of him. The latter grabbed it in his hand and started to bite it. It was in urgent need of energy recovery.

"I know you will have a duel later, and the enemy is an astral lynx."

Hogg whispered:

"You have to win to survive until I rescue you. I'm going to find trouble with those ghouls now. Thanks to your victory just now, I only need to kill 49 ghouls in exchange for your freedom.

.

But you must also make an agreement with me.

After I rescue you, you have to stay here and kill more ghouls with me.

You know, humans are purging us, and our powerful compatriots will be sent here in a steady stream.

We have to rescue them all. Like you, I lost my own clan, but maybe we gladiators can form a new clan."

"You don't look like a Gnoll!"

When the wounded gladiator finished eating the bacon, he pulled out a cracked tooth from his mouth, which made his whole body tremble with pain.

But it still said intermittently:

"You are more like a cunning human. Bah, who are you, the rotten meat we eat? Are you sure you can rescue me? Why don't those humans throw you in too? You traitor!"

"Don't be stupid, do you think you are the first jackal in this arena?"

Cunning Hogg cursed half-truthfully:

"What I have experienced is beyond your imagination, and it is even more impossible for you to escape here on my own. I used the blood of my enemies to buy my freedom, you idiot.

Listen up, my name is Hogg!

Whether you believe it or not, I will rescue you, but the prerequisite is that you cannot die under the claws of that astral lynx, do you understand? I found a weapon that you like more, I hope it can save you

Life."

A bloody black flail was thrown to the gladiator in front of him.

This is the favorite weapon of the Jackals. It is powerful and has a long attack range, which can give full play to the Jackals' brute strength and agility.

"Well I hate you!"

The gladiator grabbed the flail. He glared at Hogg, but still whispered:

"Thanks."

"Very good. You seem to be a little smarter than the average jackal. No wonder you can save a life from those crazy warriors."

Hogg let out a weird laugh unique to jackals, and said:

"Last question, what is your name?"

"Big bones."

Gnoll Gladiator whispered:

"My name is Big Bones!"

"Uh, that's not a name at all, you idiot!"

Hogg shook his head and said as he returned to the shadows:

"Your name is Nash! Do you understand? From today on, your name will be Nash. Don't die here. Nash, wait until I come back to save you."

Under the gaze of Jackal Nash, Hogg disappeared into the gladiator preparation area.

It really doesn't like its sullen compatriot.

But even its brain can guess that this compatriot must have some unusual relationship. At this time, outside the gladiator preparation area, "Razor" Dorothy looked at the money bag handed over by Hogg with strange eyes.

she says:

"Are you sure you want this? It lost just now, and it may not win the third game. I thought you would choose someone more powerful."

"I'm too weak."

Hogg whispered:

"I can't control powerful guys. In the gnoll clan, the weak are not qualified to command the strong. Now is not the time to ask for those powerful guys. I have raised hyenas, and I know that if you want to control them, you have to train them from the young.

.”

"Okay, you are really smart."

Dorothy shook the money bag in her hand and said:

"But I made an agreement with your human friend that this is free of charge. You can take it back."

"You are wrong. I didn't give you the money to buy them."

Hogg shook his head.

A cunning light flashed in its green eyes, and it whimpered:

"I want to ask you to help me, change the order, let them fight, but don't let them die so quickly, let them suffer, make them miserable, let them expect someone to save them! In your human words, I hope you

Cooperate with me. Uh, what's that word?

drama?"

"Oh, you want me to help you cheat?"

Dorothy's eyes became subtle.

She looked the jackal up and down, shook her head and said:

"Then this little money is not enough. This is a matter of risking the reputation of the Blood Rat Gang, but there is one thing in you that I really need."

"Um?"

Hogg raised his head and saw Dorothy throwing the eagle claw knife in her hand to it and said:

"Join the Blood Rat Gang, Gnoll. I need manpower now, especially a cunning guy like you. I can lower the standards for my own people. 40 ghouls for one black iron gnoll, 120 ghouls.

Replace an elite with 20 ghouls for a kobold.

Of course, the premise is that they must fight for me for three rounds without dying.

After the underground ghouls are dealt with, I will give you weapons and supplies as gifts and send you away, and I will personally train you to become an excellent jackal thief.

Your thin stature and cunning nature are perfect for this line of work.
Chapter completed!