Dark Games

66

“Hey, look at your presumptuous attitude! Do you have courage? We haven't all seen the results but you're instead confident of mentioning Prince Lin Ran the winner!”

“Yes, that's right! It seems he only invited his own death!”

The spectators started cursing and mocking the troll. After all it was their chance to ridicule the different races of the nation from them. Very rarely did they come across an opportunity, that was why they were as content as possible to insult and condemn him.

The Trolls who originally had an arrogant attitude now had faces full of anger, he received this kind of treatment in front of the crowd. Obviously his pride was heavily injured.

“You don't believe it? then fine! Who would bet with me? The victor will get this Saint Heirloom I have!” said the Troll while taking out a very large sword.

The body of the troll was 3 times the size of an ordinary person while the weapon was half the size of his body. That was why the weapon was so big, besides it was filled with small thorns on each side at the end.

The shape is the same as a bat or a small ball game similar to made of jet black steel makes the weapon look very scary. What caused the astonished crowd was that the aura from the weapon was extremely frightening, it was entirely a Holy weapon. As for his strength it was equivalent to the Saint Magic Wand that Reynal possessed.

Many people who had previously insulted and cursed him began to shut their mouths. If the person is fully betting then they are also not sure of winning or not. If they win then it will be very good but if they lose? then they would lose the saint weapon they had.

Keep in mind that although Saint weapons are currently possessed by almost all the great powers that exist but if they had to take them out in a bet then they would not easily let go if they did not have the certainty that they had big to win.

For example if that troll monster was not very sure of his guess then he would not have possibly dared to risk the saint weapon on everyone.

Looking at the many doubters and closing them up tightly, the Troll monster had a satisfied smile on its face. He even began to retaliate against the insults and curses of the warriors there with more force.

“Stop!” But just when he wanted to keep it back, a voice stopped him. Everyone instantly reflexively turned to the source of the voice.

They were surprised by such a strong figure was a person who had a voice like a weak little girl. But what they didn't know was not that Leoni was an old swordsman with a child's voice, but that of a 15-year-old girl.

Although the age may be very old but can not be challenged if the appearance is the figure of a small child.

They were all unaware of this because Leoni and Leona, both wearing body and head-covering robes so that what was visible to outsiders was only the Academy's martial robe and its thick aura. Moreover, everything was covered by a mysterious magical robe.

“I want to bet with you! In this case Secret Toun will win and Prince Lin Ran your pride will lose!” Leoni said with a powerful Berserk aura. It completely made the Troll Monster tremble in fear.

None of them dared to underestimate the old monster who even had a childlike voice. The Troll Monster then nodded and gave a betting agreement out of his pocket.

Seeing that, the people there began to shout in anger. Obviously they can tell if this Troll Nation has prepared gambling before. Even so, they were also excited and saw who among them would win.

Leoni nodded in satisfaction, it then took out a fruit from her pouch. The fruit was extremely small sized like a wine with a dazzling red color. “I will bet with this fruit!” said Leoni as she lifted the piece up letting the others see.

“Must be! That can't be true right?!”

“That fruit? it was actually successfully obtained by someone?!”

The crowd shouted in shock when they saw the fruit in Leoni's hands. As for Leoni, she displayed a beautiful yet frightening smile under her cloak when she saw how enthusiastic they were.