Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 86 - The bloody dogfighting ring

Six friends shared a few beers in a private room, but EeDeChi disliked the dim atmosphere, prompting the Last Defender of the Way adventuring team to wave goodbye to Yaso and Deus and leave the tavern.

As dusk fell, a half-hidden sun dipped behind the low, dilapidated buildings, casting a pale red glow over the wispy clouds in the sky. At the mouth of an alley, EeDeChi suddenly stopped, puzzled, and said, "I hear a dog barking."

Pausing, she added, "I hear many dogs barking."

As an orichalcum-level adventurer, EeDeChi's senses were sharper than the others. Barrett was no longer surprised by this. He looked around at the surrounding streets and recalled a memory, "Yes, we're not far from the arena. I remember there's a dogfighting ring around here."

"A dogfighting ring? Let's check it out." EeDeChi spoke and, without waiting for the agreement of her three teammates, headed toward the sound down the alley, with the others reluctantly following.

Turning several corners, they came upon a spacious tent. The ferocious barking of dogs emanated from within. A skinny man holding an iron bar stood lazily at the entrance. He glanced at the adventurers' outfits, collected sixteen copper coins for the entrance fee, and let them in.

The tent was noisy with the sharp barking of dogs, shouts, and curses, creating a raucous atmosphere tinged with the smell of blood, reminiscent of the afternoon visit to the arena.

Like the arena, the center of the tent was separated by iron bars, but instead of human fighters, it contained two blood-soaked, ferocious dogs locked in combat.

The crowd gathered outside the iron bars to watch the vicious dogs tear at each other. Many of them were ragged and filthy, mostly laborers who, after a long day of hard work, rushed to the dogfighting ring without time to change clothes. Watching dog fights was one of the few forms of entertainment they had.

Inside the iron enclosure, two similarly sized dogs were driven purely by their primal instincts, fighting fiercely, blood mixing with fur and kicking up dust. The scene was bloody and brutal, yet it heightened the tension among the spectators, who cheered and clapped, encouraging the dogs they had bet on.

Sean pointed at one of the mottled dogs, exclaiming, "That dog has some wild ice wolf in it." He had once had his leg bitten off by a wild ice wolf, so he remembered the traits of these vicious winter wolves clearly.

However, the dog with wolf blood was at a disadvantage because its opponent was a pit bull with iron jaws and copper teeth. This pit bull was the very definition of "iron jaws and copper teeth."

It wore a thin layer of iron armor on its head, and its teeth were fitted with long, sharp copper spikes by its owner. Each time it opened its mouth to bite, its teeth sank into its opponent's flesh, tearing away chunks of blood and fur.

Barrett pointed to a pile of mangled meat on the ground. "Both dogs were fed a low-quality alchemical energy potion mixed with bull's blood."

EeDeChi asked, "Like giving them doping?"

"doping?" Barrett skipped over the strange word. "It brings out the bloodthirsty nature in beasts."

The two savage dogs clawed and bit at each other, but in the end, the advantage of equipment overpowered the advantage of bloodline. The pit bull's sharp copper teeth latched onto the other dog's head and wouldn't let go. Seconds later, its opponent's body went limp, no longer moving.

The victorious dog didn't fare much better; one of its eyes was a bloody mess, its fur matted and dirty, and its exposed skin was covered in scars.

But the victorious dog was completely unaware of its injuries. After lowly growling at the corpse of its opponent, it suddenly lunged at an iron bar, using its still-dripping copper teeth to gnaw at the railing, trying to break free and bite the spectators outside.