Orc prisoners vs. steppe lions, trolls on death row vs. boars and crocodiles, terror totems minotaurs vs. tribal prisoners of war......

The arena matches of the previous days were nothing to be seen, most of them were death row inmates in some dungeons fighting with some animals, and if they could kill a hundred beasts in a row in the arena, they could regain their freedom and the right to survive. But it was almost impossible to kill a hundred beasts in a row, and even if there were powerful prisoners who could kill a dozen beasts, when they fought to the back, they would fall from their wounds. This orc rule is almost an impossible goal.

Therefore, it is better to say that it is a struggle, but when the death penalty is carried out, it is only that the human execution method is to use bullets or guillotines or hanging, while the orcs are to use bloody and savage fighting, fighting, and death to rest. Let these death row inmates fight bloodily before death to satisfy the audience's visual entertainment enjoyment.

But judging from the three-day competition, I have to say that these beasts and orcs who entered the arena were a group of scum. Or maybe it's too banal. Accustomed to the bloody rain on the battlefield, these scenes don't shock Ares and Gianna much. For Egwen, it's more like watching children fight.

If it weren't for Sal's enthusiasm, they would have been gone long ago. Women are inherently dislike this kind of blood and killing. Rather than watching these savage hand-to-hand fights here, Gianna prefers to stay in the orphanage and watch the orc children play freely, with innocent eyes that can remind her of her distant homeland, those simple and beautiful years.

If you have to say that the more domineering duels in the arena are all performed by the terror totem minotaur. The radicals of these minotaurs, brutal and bloodthirsty, are enemies of almost the whole world, and after being captured by the tribe, they perform murder here.

With their incredible explosiveness and stamina, they can kill one beast after another, and each Minotaur of the Terror Totem can challenge two orcs at the same time. The duel between them was bloody and violent. In a fight of pure strength, there is no skill at all, or in the face of absolute power, skill seems insignificant. The impact of the warhammer hitting the jaw, the scene of blood splattering, stimulated the sensitive nerves of the orc audience. And when there is only one orc prisoner left on the field, the terror totem's minotaur will burst out of its bloodthirsty nature, knock the orc to the ground, and then drag his heels, and throw him to the ground repeatedly until the orc prisoner is covered in wounds and blood.

In this way, the beast was not satisfied. With a savage and primal roar, the terror totem minotaur dragged the orc prisoner again and smashed it against the walls of the arena until the orc prisoner's skull was shattered and his brains and blood splattered...... The minotaur warrior exhaled hot air from his mouth, panting for anger.

The sand of the Blood Arena, in a morning, I don't know how many competitive matches were played, and how many people's blood was stained red over and over again.

The shouts of the scene were repeated over and over again, and the gladiators would trample their opponents under their feet at the end, waiting for the final verdict of the audience against the defeated in the audience. They are often killed outright, and the sword seals their throats without any mud and water, and letting the warm blood spill down their throats is the scene that every orc longs to see the most.

But there are exceptions, and that is when the defeated and the victor put on a good performance, and the defeated even won the respect of the audience, in which case the spectators are likely to demand that the winner let the defeated go and let them live. But there is not much point in living, the defeated must start all over again, kill a hundred more opponents, or a hundred beasts, which is tantamount to self-harm.

"Sal, let's stop here today, I'm a little tired, the gladiatorial competition is wonderful, thank you for your hospitality, but I'm going back to rest, tomorrow is my last day here, I have something to prepare."

After watching another gladiatorial match in the arena, Gianna said tiredly. If it weren't for diplomatic etiquette, she would have left with a teleportation spell.

"Well, I'm sorry if these scenes make you uncomfortable."

Sal said modestly. Ares was amazed that the orc chief had a good balance of human and orc etiquette. He can lead his race into battle against powerful enemies, carve out barren lands and build his own homeland, or he can show his down-to-earth and decent side diplomatically.

Gianna nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a thunderous call from the field.

Looking down from the stands, Ares and Gianna saw at the same time that it was a human, a human gladiator who looked very strong. Orc warriors didn't come out to win such a thunderous call, a human?

And what the orc host said next surprised Ares even more. Although Ares didn't understand the orc language very well, he could hear a sensitive word over and over again - the ghost wolf.

Yes, they're calling this human in the audience a "ghost wolf".

In an instant, a large amount of information poured into Ares's brain. If history is not wrong, this human gladiator in front of him is none other than Varian. Wrynn, King of Stormwind. Nicknamed Lagersh. Ghost wolf. It is really dramatic that Varian, who he and Gianna have been looking for for a year, should appear in such a posture at this time. But that's what life is all about, it's full of drama, and when you least expect it, he appears......

Ares suppressed his shock and ecstasy, and carefully observed the stout human gladiator off the field. He was a warrior, head to toe, with little equipment, and looked light, with his hair tied up in a clump and behind his head, and a knife-like scar on his face was clearly visible. There is hardly a trace of fat on his body, his strong muscles are exposed, his eyes are bright, and his two long swords are behind him, and he is full of energy, and the whole person is a perfect warrior.

With the completion of the host's introduction, the atmosphere on the field became more and more enthusiastic, and the emotions of the audience could almost be described as frenzy, like a thunderstorm roaring throughout the audience, how popular is this to have such a reaction? During the war between himself and Gianna against the Horde and the march on Angela, what exactly did Varian experience in Orgrimmar? Ares was calm on the surface, but he was uneasy on the inside.

Gianna returned to her seat, apparently also interested in the appearance of this human gladiator.