1novels Chapter 204 The Red Hat
Chapter 204 The Red Hat
Chapter 204 The Red Hat
Any creature that dares to set foot in Thor's territory must harbor greed and desire in its heart.
Their cautious and life-saving behavior stems from the fact that the temptation hasn't yet reached a point where it would drive them mad. Just a slight increase in the stakes, and these guys will instantly transform into flies drawn to blood, swarming forward.
Soon, the first creature blinded by greed stepped forward, and his challenger appeared in response. The two engaged in a bloody and naked battle in the blood-soaked arena.
When the chaotic brawl turned into one-on-one duels, the spectacle became much more entertaining and less unbearable than before.
As the fighters roared in anger, the creatures in the stands roared with excitement, shouting in their own languages to cheer on their favorite contestants.
Intense emotions emanated from them, which, viewed from a specific energy perspective, resembled clusters of colorful halos surging about.
However, these scattered "lights" did not dissipate into the world. Instead, they seemed to follow some invisible gravitational force, flowing towards Thor on the throne like rivers flowing into the sea.
Every second, the essence balance displayed in Thor's mind kept increasing, averaging more than a thousand points per hour.
In this light, what were those gold coins and dragon crystals given away earlier? Compared to the current gains, they were nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
Unfortunately, continuously emitting such intense emotions is also a huge drain on these creatures.
People often experience trembling hands and feet, chills, and even nausea and dry heaving after going through extreme highs and lows. Some people with weaker constitutions may even die suddenly as a result.
Thor didn't care about the life or death of these lower creatures; his only concern was that they might become numb from overstimulation, thus affecting his overall harvest.
So as the sun began to set, Thor declared the day's fighting over. A massive red dragon soared into the sky, like a burning cloud, and flew towards the distant volcano.
A large number of kobolds swiftly surged to the vicinity of the throne, repacked and sealed the scattered gold and silver jewels, and then had the young dragons carry them up into the air one by one to follow them.
The many creatures watching all wore expressions of lingering enjoyment, but since the organizers had already left, they naturally had no choice but to leave as well.
The exhilarating shouts throughout the day had depleted their energy, and they desperately needed food and drinks to soothe their hungry stomachs, as well as some special stimulation to ease their tense minds.
Savvy merchants had already prepared a wide variety of goods, and the tavern was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, stews, and spirits.
In certain secluded places, alluring figures are beckoning with their fingers; loud shouts can be heard from casinos.
All of this requires gold coins, lots and lots of gold coins. If you don't have any, you can only squat in a corner like those goblins, gnawing on black bread that's as hard as a brick.
In Thor's territory, there are only two ways to obtain gold coins: either fight in the arena or sell your physical strength.
Compared to the arduous and tedious physical labor, climbing into the arena was obviously a much faster way to make money. Just one win was enough to keep them happy for a month or two.
Therefore, it goes without saying what choices the vast majority of creatures would make. At the same time, money comes quickly and goes quickly, and ultimately all the wealth will flow back into Thor's hands.
Or rather, all the creatures attracted to this territory are themselves a form of wealth earned by Thor.
As night fell, the once bustling arena fell silent, with only the yellow sand, soaked in blood, still emitting a strong stench of blood.
Just then, several bright red bloodstains suddenly appeared on the ground, and the sticky sand began to rise, as if bamboo shoots were growing underneath.
When the sand could no longer maintain its tension and slid down, a cluster of long, pointed red caps sprouted from the ground like mushrooms.
The bright moonlight shone down from the open sky, and the magic in the air began to gather under the influence of some kind of rule. One by one, shriveled, short, hunchbacked but muscular creatures, resembling dwarfs, emerged from the ground.
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These creatures were about the size of goblins, wearing long, red, pointed leather hats on their heads, trousers of the same material on their lower bodies, heavy iron boots on their feet, and long-handled scythes in their hands.
Just like the bright features on their heads, they are called Red Hats, a kind of spirit creature that lives in accordance with the rules of the world.
When a creature with a strong bloodlust completes a killing, if the victim's blood is exposed to moonlight, this special entity will be born.
From the moment these creatures awaken, their hearts are filled with endless bloodlust and a desire to kill, as if they were born to fight.
Furthermore, in order to maintain their unnatural existence, they must soak the hats on their heads in the blood of their victims, and they must replenish them every once in a while.
It's not hard to understand why such creatures could exist here. During the day, which of these creatures isn't filled with a bloodthirsty desire? The ground is already stained crimson with blood.
Although the emotions and fragments of their souls that they emitted had been absorbed by the wheel in Thor's mind, a certain rule that maintains the operation of the world was still triggered.
The newborn red-hatted boy trudged along with heavy steps, eager to rush toward the open entrances and exits of the arena.
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Just then, a group of figures draped in black robes, also bathed in moonlight, walked in through one of the passages.
A surge of heat spread outwards as they entered, and a faint smell of sulfur filled the air.
These sudden appearances of life instantly ignited the bloodlust within Red Hat. They raised their heavy, long-handled scythes and charged forward, howling.
At first, their movements seemed somewhat sluggish, but once they got close enough, their speed suddenly increased dramatically.
This bizarre change, coupled with the heavy weapons, would be enough to overwhelm most low-level adventurers, but these black-robed figures who arrived here in the dead of night were clearly not among them.
One of them raised his head, revealing half of his chiseled, bronze-colored face in the moonlight, his eyes glowing red like burning charcoal.
He pointed forward, and a slender chain immediately shot out from his wide sleeves, wrapping around the red hats in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, a dark flame ignited and spread rapidly along the chains, instantly annihilating these unfortunate newborn creatures in the flames.
"Wouldn't it be a waste to just kill them like that! These creatures, once trained, can be very useful slaves."
Another man in black robes beside him looked at the red hats that had vanished into thin air as if they had never existed, and couldn't help but sigh with regret.
The black-robed man who had made the move retrieved the chains, glanced at his partner, and said calmly.
"That red dragon dwells in the volcano not far away. Are you trying to disturb it by carrying these burdens?"
Don't forget our purpose. Setting up the rituals requires a lot of time; we can't waste it on such trivial matters.