Whether it is the arrogant High Elves, the cruel Dark Elves, or the Wood Elves who rarely leave the "Eroloren Forest", as long as they fall into the hands of the Chaos Dwarves, they will not end well.

The male elves are a little better, they will be sent to the dark mines like slaves of other races, and they will work to death, as for those female elves who are as beautiful as flowers and have a slender body, the ending is not so simple.

Once a female elf is caught, she is often sent to the auction houses in major cities, becoming the finale and most precious auction item. There will never be a shortage of generous buyers in such a place, who will pay a lot of money for these pointy ears through fierce bidding and give them a good treatment.

Although they are both with whips, being in a dirty, dark mine and in the comfort of your own bed are two completely different experiences.

This is not the end, whether it is a male elf or a female elf, whether they are exhausted to death in the mine, or tortured to death in bed, it does not mean the end of the tragic fate, even after death, their souls cannot find true peace.

Chaos Dwarves, who are good at maximizing profits, will skin and bleed their corpses while they are hot, and the former and other parts of the corpses will be used to make all kinds of strange magic items, while the latter will be mixed with various alchemical materials that are sent to the Chaos Dwarven Warlocks to make a special potion, "Hasut Blood".

In addition to treating ordinary wounds, this potion also has a certain chance of alleviating the warlock's own mutations caused by casting magic, which is a dream for any Chaos Dwarven Warlock.

It is precisely because of the strong thirst for the "blood of Hasut" that since the invention of this potion, more and more elves have died in the "dark places", and the "Phoenix King" who has been far away in "Ulthuan" has been furious when he learns the news, and vows that one day he will make these evil gray dwarves pay for their blood debts.

Compared with the elves who are desecrated when they die, the fate of ordinary dwarves is a little better, at least they don't have to suffer so much in life, but they don't have a whole corpse after death.

As mentioned earlier, these former relatives fall into the hands of the Chaos Dwarves with only one ending, and that is to be killed in front of the temple as a sacrifice to the Dark Fathers, and then their corpses will be thrown into a furnace filled with flames, making the flames burn even harder.

Whether it's a greenskin human or an elven dwarf, these are the most traditional ways to use it, and over time, some restless Chaos Dwarves have developed some more exciting new gadgets, the most popular of which is the Slave Arena.

Fierce green-skinned orc warriors, stubborn dwarven musketeers, flesh-mutated Chaos believers, insidious dark elf sailors, and slaves of different races and professions were all sent to the gladiatorial arena and forcibly infused with a psychotropic drug, causing them to lose their minds and become machines that only knew how to fight and kill.

There is only one ending waiting for them, either to fight each other to the death, or to fight with some mutant monsters caught from the depths of the wilderness, exchanging blood and life for the laughter and laughter of the audience.

Therefore, when the Chaos Dwarves of the "Ash Horn" saw the situation they were in, their first reaction was that they had seen a good show, and they all showed cruel smiles on their faces.

But what they saw next was a bit unexpected, there were no monsters with teeth and claws, no heavily armed slaves, only dozens of green-skinned orcs with bare hands.

The dress is also particularly revealing.

The orcs were lined up in two rows, all shirtless, revealing patches of green pimple flesh, each wearing shorts of the same color on each side, and nothing else.

If it weren't for the fact that both sides were gearing up and looking good at each other, the Chaos Dwarves who saw this kind of scene for the first time would have thought they were going to dance.

So next is that these two teams of orcs are going to fight? But one has no weapons and two no armor, so it's too unexciting.

Compared to the black swan gladiatorial arena where the "Ggoth Castle" is full of blood every day, this is simply a place for children to play home.

However, the green skins around are very excited, jumping up and down one by one, their eyebrows flying, and they are completely a group of dirt buns who have never seen the world.

Just when the Chaos Dwarves were still laughing and discussing with their faces full of ridicule, a violent shout suddenly erupted in the sky above the "Gladiatorial Arena", like a powder keg that had been ignited, and with a bang, a huge wave of sound hit the face, almost slapping the unsuspecting dwarf directly to the ground.

The trigger for all of this was a green skin that looked like a ball of meat.

He entered the center of the field and led two teams of gunpowder-scented orcs to the bottom of the stands where the Stone and Chaos Dwarves were, apparently waiting for instructions from their boss.

Hundreds of fiery eyes converged on the black orcs, and before the Chaos Dwarves on either side could react, they heard "Let's go!" Two words, a roar that was more violent and noisy than just now, all came from those frenzied spectators in all directions.

A "battle" that they had never seen before began.

As they thought, after standing in their positions and officially starting, the two teams of greenskins did rush head-on, as if they were going to have a big fight, but as the meatball-like greenskins threw out something, the style of painting completely changed.

What was originally thought to be just an ordinary fight to the flesh suddenly turned into a bloody but joyful competitive event.

When he saw the little monster with sharp teeth bite on the ass of an orc, accompanied by the laughter of schadenfreude, the dissatisfaction and disdain on the faces of the Chaos Dwarves had long since disappeared, and they were replaced by surprise, nervousness, excitement, and happiness.

At this time, the stone also told them the rules of the following game, and soon, after figuring out these uncomplicated doorways inside, the feeling of watching it was different.

All the Chaos Dwarves, including the gray-haired Cyrus, blended into the frenzy of the stadium, shouting along with the greenskins in the stadium, cheering for every touchdown score, and laughing at every unlucky guy being bitten.

An hour passed quickly, and a game of its own was over, but the Chaos Dwarves in the stands were as unfinished as every greenskin in the room.

"Hey, stone, what's that called?"

Cambyses raised his head and took a sip of the fungal beer in his hand, looked up and asked loudly.

It can be seen from the title that although they still occasionally show some superiority, in just two days, the attitude of these Chaos Dwarves has changed drastically, and it is obvious that these green skins in front of them are not those slaves in their hometown, and they even suspect that the two are not the same creature at all.

"It's called Bloodwrist Rugby, how about it, isn't it enjoyable?"

Stone replied with a smile.

The answer was obvious, and more than a dozen Chaos Dwarves of the Golden Lock Family nodded in unison.

"It's really enjoyable, I have itchy hands when I see it."

"It's just, I really want to go down and hit him a few times, I don't think those orcs are enough for me to bump."

"Hasuet has given us a skin like steel, so that we are not afraid of that ball of meat, what is it called? Gnawing on the face of Squiger? ”

The more they talked, the more energetic the Chaos Dwarves expressed their desire to experience it for themselves, but they didn't notice that the smile on the stone's face was like a flower, blooming more and more.