The nameless goblin sifted through the sand, finding what he was looking for, he stood upright. In his hand, he held a small stone rock that had broken off the wall. He remembered the first time he fought in this arena. A warg tore a k off the wall as it resisted being put baside the cart. It had a dramatic rea after smelling his st. It broke the lock of the transport cart and escaped the cage.

  In the end, it had leapt after the desding elevator and broke three of its legs. It o be put down after that. The nameless goblin’s master at the time had been so furious at the lost profit that they sold him to a different arena. That was decades earlier. This arena had ged owners almost as many times as the nameless goblin had ged masters sihen.

  Who would have thought that a piece of it was still here after all of this time? You always rely on the arena sweepers to s their up.

  The nameless goblin tossed the stoo the air and caught it with a carefree attitude. He gave the guards a sideways look to gauge their rea. None of them were willing to object as they shifted nervously under his attention. The nameless goblin grinned in satisfaoving to joiher goblins in front of the portcullis. The fuards struggled to move the transport cart across the sand. The weight of the phantom caused the wheels to deeply sink as they pushed.

  They mao get the cart into position and then moved to operate the wio raise the portcullis. The phantom cat wouldn’t be released until the goblins were killed or winning. It didn’t discriminate in its targets. It was a solitary predator.

  The portcullis rose to the sound of thunderous cheers, booing and whistling. The crowd threw tomatoes from the stands at the group of monsters below. The obliered as the guards pushed the cart into the arena while gng tentatively at the nameless goblin. The cart had an expensive magical lock that could be operated remotely by the master. The guards stopped moving the cart as soon as it was ihe arena and quickly left. They resumed their positions ih their crossbows raised at the nameless goblin, shifting anxiously.

  People avoided aiming at the goblin mage, instead buffeting the two goblins holding swords and the phantom cat cart. They were unwilling to draw the goblin mage’s ire while it wielded an are focus. There were magic barriers in pce, but no one was willing to trust what they couldn’t see with their owhe nameless goblin waited for the crowd to settle down before entering the arena.

  g a rancid tomato underfoot, the nameless goblin stepped into the arena. He ighe unpleasant feeling of the rotten fruit squishing under his foot as he calmly walked toward the tre of the sand. The crowd grew quiet, murmuring to their neighbours while pointing at his distinctive c. They reized the arena champion and were fused at his ck of ons.

  The nameless goblin didn’t flinch as the portcullis smmed closed behind him. The crowd became silent as the enormous doors began to groan inward. A pair of metal armoured veteraered the arena, followed by a petite cloaked figure. They moved agilely despite their heavy armour. They were attuhe nameless goblin could smell a flowery st over the polished metal of the veteran’s armour mixed with their sweat. He inhaled deeply, it was the st of a field of flowers in full bloom.

  Are they mad? Their journeyman mage is an elven maiden. A virgin too! If these animals get hold of her, there will be no mercy. Why would they choose to fight a bunch of lustful goblins, including the current arena champion, a mage, and a fug phantom cat? Unless, it wasn’t by choice. At least she doesn't require an are focus by grace of being an elf.

  The elven maiden stood behind the pair of attuned veterans, fling as the enormous doors smmed closed. The veterans adjusted the grips on their sword hilts. The nameless goblihe hair on the back of his neck stand on end as they elled mana into their bdes. He could only detect mana leaving the body, that’s why he didn’t react to their movement being enhanced.

  The goblins were sniffing the air curiously, they could smell the elven maiden too. But they were too simple to realise that it was the cloaked figure in front of them as they iigated their surroundings. The elven maiden reached up to remove the hood of her cloak, exposing the three silver rings in her left ear. She was a high-elf. Not only that, she was one of unparalleled beauty. Adding to the mystery of why she would be fighting in the arena.

  She had lustrous strawberry-blonde hair that was roughly cut short above her eyes to prevent it blog her vision. It looked like it had been cut with a knife, retly if judging by the stray hairs stig to the shoulder of her cloak. Her remaining lush locks draped over her shoulders, framing her beautiful features and red pouting lips. Her eyes were a pierg blue with dark curling shes. Her body was cealed beh the thick cloak. The nameless gobli his lust rising as he became mesmerized by her fwless appearance. He suppressed his desire.

  The two goblins with swords weren’t so restraihey tore aside their loincloths and threw them carelessly onto the sand. Their manhood was on proud dispy as they stood erect while lig their lips in anticipation. They seemed to have fotten about the pair of attuned veteraween them.

  The nameless goblin noticed two freshly healed holes in the elven maiden’s ear below the earrings. They had been healed and disguised with magic, but after being a goblin, his senses were amplified by multiple times. The earrings represented her station as a minor noble of the third tier.

  It’s a great dishonour among the high-elves to dispy their empty earring holes. They indicate that her house has been disgraced aed. That expins why she’s disguised them with magic, but not why she’s here.

  The two goblins wielding swords had bee agitated. They charged recklessly at the heavily armoured men blog their path.