On this day, the Lordaeron White Cross Gladiatorial Arena was full of people.

"Kill him!"

"Kill that monster!"

"Go!"

In the circular gladiatorial arena, everyone in the audience waved their arms back and forth feverishly, some holding the tickets representing the bets, and some just trying to make a lively gesture with a knife.

In a gladiatorial arena about the size of a basketball court, the four gladiators looked at the green-skinned demon in the arena with trembling legs.

The troll was badly wounded, and no matter how you look at it, it won't be long before you look at it. He had at least four broken spears stuck in his chest.

Although the troll has a super ability to regenerate flesh, there are obstacles to his wounds, and his self-healing ability is not enough.

At first, trolls were opponents of small, wandering, unscrupulous thieves. Trolls can easily tear those bastards to shreds with their fighting instincts. As long as the first opponent is brutally killed, most of the rest will scare away on their own, or they will be paralyzed and lose their combat effectiveness.

Gradually, the audience got tired of watching one-sided torture, and the gladiatorial arena had to send more powerful gladiators for the sake of the gambling game.

Now, no matter how much the trolls kill their opponents, the gladiators may be scared and even cry, but absolutely no one retreats or lays down their arms.

"Ahhhh

Of course, he ended badly, the rotten moss troll knocked out his sword with one hand, grabbed him by the collar with the other, and bit down on it.

Tomato sauce soared into the air.

However, the two pounced left and right, drawing the troll's remaining attention. Although they were knocked away, a third guy with the talent of a thief succeeded.

A dagger slit the troll's neck.

"Ahem...... Ahh When his throat was cut open, no matter how strong his self-healing power was, he couldn't exert it.

The two who had just been knocked off took the opportunity to pounce......

"Hahaha!" The excitement of the audience reached its peak when three bloodied guys held the severed troll heads aloft.

"Oooo

Only the master of the arena, Ritter Planck, is worried: "Hell, the audience's appetite has been fed." Ordinary gladiators are definitely not looked down upon now, the attendance rate is less than fifty percent, and not many people bet, but the trolls are dying. Isn't there anyone who can bring a legion of troll gladiators? ”

At this time, an attendant came over and said a few words, and Ritter was immediately overjoyed: "Really!?" ”

"It's Duke Stratholme's goods. He's on the Stormwind Kingdom's side, and I don't know what the price he pays, but the first batch of 120 orcs has already arrived at Soridan Farm. ”

Soridan's Farm is the westernmost seaward of the Tirisfal Glade, the fief of the Duke of Tirisfar. Being there means that Duke Stratholme has made a good deal with someone.

To put it bluntly, all the large gladiatorial arenas in the entire Lordaeron City have the shadow of the great nobles behind them.

Every gladiatorial arena master is nothing more than a pawn.

A large number of slave owners flocked to Soridan's farm, and when they paid a premium for the orcs who had been fed the anesthetics, they couldn't wait to transport the wagons containing the orcs back overnight.

They paid an average of nearly a hundred gold coins per orc.

It was a crazy auction, but they didn't have a choice.

Curious Lordaeron nobles would frantically flock to the gladiatorial arenas where orc gladiators were served. A gladiatorial arena without orc slaves would be treated as rubbish, losing nine streets in competitiveness.

"As long as it's tomorrow...... I'm going to make a fortune! After entering the city of Lordaeron, in the carriage, when Ritter was smiling from ear to ear, he suddenly ran into an accident, and the convoy stopped: "What's going on?" ”

The coachman replied, "There is a carriage in front of you that has flipped over." ”

Ritter poked his head out and found that it had been a rather tragic car accident.

On the side road where two wagons could pass side by side, two wagons collided, one of the horses was hit on the spot, and the other was neighing miserably with a broken leg.

Marble blocks from one cart were scattered all over the ground, and groceries from another were blocking all the remaining roads, and two coachmen were arguing fiercely with each other. The city guards had already arrived, scolding and telling them to clean up as soon as possible.

When the convoy transporting the orcs turned to another road, it ran into a bathhouse with a septic tank.

"Evil Sect." Ritter muttered as the team switched lanes again.

Before you knew it, this huge convoy of fifteen carriages had arrived on King's Street.

At this time, a court ball was adjourned, and more than thirty carriages of the great nobles were walking down the street.

Of course, it was impossible for them to grab the road with the big nobles and obediently stop on the side of the road.

Just as the Duke of Andorhar's carriage passed by, something terrible happened!

"Roar—"

It was an inhuman roar, a wild roar that was easily reminiscent of 10,000 years of wilderness.

It was the time when trolls were exclusive, and it was also the time when humans drank blood.

An orc in a cage woke up unexpectedly.

The terrifying demonic blood burned within him, circulating at a high speed, spreading to every corner of his body.

When he realizes the reality that he is being captured, he goes berserk.

"Whoa With a muffled roar, the muscles of his limbs swelled rapidly. Synchronized with this blowing muscle, there is a terrifying force unimaginable to mortals.

"Bang dang!"

Crisp popping sound!

Thumb-thick iron shackles that can be easily broken!

The rampaging orc tore down the iron branches of the cage in a few clicks and began his killing spree.

"Catch it! Don't get killed! Ritter panicked, but did not forget to give the order to be captured.

The orcs in his eyes are the gold coins of Araso who can walk!

This stupid order cost the lives of several of his guards.

Knock on the wooden stick above the green head and easily interrupt. The orc grabbed one of the guards by the head, pulling out the unfortunate ghost's skull and a large section of his spine like a turnip.

This scene was so bloody that the Duchess of Andorhar, who had just opened the curtain of the carriage out of curiosity, fainted on the spot.

If it had been just an orc affair, perhaps the riot would have been quickly quelled.

But the furious roar of the orcs woke up more orcs. These monsters, which had become infinitely powerful under the stimulation of the demon's blood, easily took out the gladiatorial bodyguards and the city guards who rushed over, and began to kill wildly in the streets.

"Guards!"

"The guard—"

"Help! There are monsters! ”

The wide and beautiful long street was suddenly in chaos, and the beautiful marble floor was covered with blood.