Orgrimmar, Valley of Honor, inside the gladiator training ground in the Warrior District.

Bloor? Bearskin is armed with a wooden club and fights Valeera, who wields a blunt one-handed sword, and the two of them are training in the martial arts routine of gladiators with inferior weapons.

As for their teammates, nicknamed "Savages", they crossed their arms in front of their chests and looked up at the sky in a daze.

Orcs are still martial, and the biggest fun of many orcs is to fight or watch others fight, and the gladiator training ground is naturally one of the places where orcs spend their time.

At this moment, many orcs noticed the idle human in the gladiatorial arena, and dissatisfied discussions rang out one after another.

"What's the matter with that human, why is he still standing like a fool since he entered the gladiatorial arena."

"I heard that he refuses to fight for the pleasure of others."

"Phew, I think he's probably a coward, and all humans are the same."

"That's it, coward!"

……

The orcs did not hide their voice, and the man naturally heard it clearly, but he remained indifferent.

The so-called refusal to fight for the entertainment of others was more of an excuse, and Broel had instructed the man before he entered Orgrimmar.

"Listen, man, the dark magic on your body will make most people unrecognizable to you, and I can hide the Godelin aura on you after casting a spell for you, but your martial arts are very difficult to change, and to be on the safe side, it is better for you to minimize your shots in Orgrimmar."

At this moment, the indifference of the wild people made the surrounding orcs even more indignant.

You know, within the tribe, the title "coward" is the greatest insult, and most orcs would rather die than be called cowards, how brazen must they be to endure this ridicule?

"Get out, coward!"

"Go whip this coward, Rhaeggar!"

"Ten copper coins, let me beat him up, Rhaegara!"

The surrounding orcs were surging, but Rhaegar didn't care much, he knew the strength of the savages, and it was good to use less hands, just as a secret weapon, so as to surprise his peers at the time of doom.

An orc with a long beard with a rosary on his chest stepped forward, his two-handed broadsword behind his back indicating his identity, he was a sword master, and he was also a rare elite warrior among the powerful tribes.

Orcs revere warriors, and Juggernauts have a very high status among them, and everywhere he goes, the orcs consciously get out of the way.

The swordmaster with a gloomy face walked up to Rhaegar and pointed at the "wild man", and said, "Rhaegar looks at him, he hasn't finished the gladiator trial yet, so I'll be the object of his trial." ”

Why did he pick the "wild man"?

Rhaegar turned his head when he heard this, and a glint shot out of his eyes, "What are you thinking, Mugol, it's just a human." ”

In addition to hatred, there was also cruelty on Mugol's face, "My brother in the Blackstone tribe died some time ago in the human attack on the Blackstone Tower, and the Great Chief didn't allow me to do anything to the human citizens of Orgrimmar, so I vented with him." ”

I see.

The glint in Rhaegar's eyes vanished, and he lazily waited to refuse, but when he saw the weapon behind Mugor's back, he changed his mind.

Rhaegar said, "This slave is my property. ”

Mugol took out ten gold coins from his arms and handed them to Rhaegar in front of him, "This is enough to buy him a life, Rhaega is just a coward, then this money will recruit a good guy from our Blackstone tribe." ”

"Deal!" Rhaegar said without hesitation.

The news that the Sword Master was going to teach the human coward a lesson soon spread throughout the audience, and the surrounding orcs cheered.

"Kill this coward, Mugol!"

"Bet twenty copper coins, and this coward will be hacked to death by Mugol's three swords."

"Three swords? I'll bet twenty copper coins, and this coward will kneel down and beg for mercy before the fight begins, and Mugol will cut off his head with a sword! ”

Three swords? Beg?

After hearing the discussion of the orcs around him, a sneer flashed in Mugor's heart, he would not let this human die so easily.

Not only are the orcs not optimistic about men, but even Broel, who knows the details of men, can't help but be worried.

"Rhaeggar, do you want the wildlings to die? He hadn't finished his trial yet, he just had an inferior iron sword, and the Juggernaut was wielding an enchanted epic magic weapon, and his sword would be cut off in two or three strokes at most. Bloor said eagerly.

There's no reason why Bloor shouldn't be worried.

The rules of gladiators, before the completion of the trial, the gladiators are armed with inferior weapons, and only after completing the trial can they have a chance to choose a weapon.

And the weapons of the "wild man" around Bloel are too far from the enemy, and he is really afraid that something will happen to the "wild man".

After all, his true identity is too important.

Rhaegar replied coldly: "Since his weapon is not good, then it is better to kill the enemy before the weapon is broken, if he can't even do this little thing, how can he lead the two of you against the last champion team?" Can you still be counted on with that little girl who has never seen blood? ”

Bloor couldn't help but say that the last championship team, which was three high-level ogres and two-headed ogre warriors comparable to the hero level, could only fight soy sauce against them at the current level of him and Valeera.

Regal turned to look at the man and admonished: "Kill him, wild man, the name of that weapon is fate, it was originally a human weapon, even if it is difficult for me to find such a two-handed sword for you, but as long as you kill him, according to the rules of the gladiatorial arena, that sword is yours!" ”

Fate, two-handed sword.

The "wild man" couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and a picture suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the picture, he was sitting side by side with the beautiful blonde girl, and asked, "So, that fate is useless for you once, and you ran away to the orcs?" ”

"yes, I don't need that sword, so I might as well replace it with what I need." The girl laughed playfully.

Her smile is so beautiful.

It's so nostalgic.

I miss her so much.

I really want to see her and hold her tight.

When the man came back to his senses, he saw Rhaegar in front of him frowning and said, "Although you have lost your memory, you have to get rid of this distraction, otherwise there will be no enemies in the arena who will wait for you to finish remembering." ”

The man replied, "Don't worry, as long as I get into combat mode, I will be the best hunter, and I will never hesitate." ”

Rhaegar was so satisfied that he grinned, "I have to say, you're very angry with me, savage, go on, kill him!" ”

Soon after, the man and Mugol stepped into the arena, and the two stood ten paces apart.

The audience chanted Mugol's name and booed the man, urging him to kill the disgusting coward quickly.

"Do you hear that?" Mugol bared his yellow teeth and smiled cruelly, "But I won't let you die so quickly, I'm going to rip you off little by little, and sacrifice my brother's soul with your bitter wail." ”

"If I were you, I would use this time to pray for the end of my life." The savage said lightly.

Mugor sneered disdainfully, "Let's see if you can be so tough later." ”

Mugol didn't wait long, accompanied by a loud shout from the referee, "Go!" Mugol rushed forward with his hands in his hands on fate, and his target was the inferior iron sword in the hands of the savages.

Mugol planned to abolish his opponent's sword or right hand first, and then slowly humiliate the opponent to vent his resentment against humanity.

The man stood loosely, the rusty iron sword in his right hand slowly raised, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

The aura of Godring's soul surrounded him, inspiring him, giving him a furious rage and beastly instincts, allowing him to instinctively know how to make his prey shine and kill with one blow.

After seeing the performance of his opponent, Mugol felt even more contempt.

He swung Destiny and attacked, reinforcing a little bit of force, lest he hack the slow-moving creature to death with a single sword, which would be too cheap for him.

The man's movements became extremely rapid in an instant, his right leg took half a step back, his body leaned sideways, and his left and right hands, which were as solid as iron, were held on the hilt of the sword at the same time, and an ancient starting sword style took shape.

In an instant, the man's momentum changed, and a monstrous murderous aura emerged from him, and with this murderous aura, the inferior sword in his hands swung a perfect semicircle, like an ancient fierce beast showing its fangs to its prey.

"Oh no, he's a master!"

Mugol couldn't help but be shocked, but only then did he realize that it was too late.

No one could compare to the perfection of the sword circle, the man's inferior sword accurately hit the weakest point of Mugol's sword, and with the sound of a metal clash, the fate of the sword saint's hand was swept away by an unstoppable force.

And the inferior sword in the man's hand was castrated, cutting through Mugol's empty chest and belly.

Laugh at!

Mugol was disemboweled, and the Juggernaut took two steps back and fell to his knees, covering the intestines that flowed from the wound, but the wild man was not interested in paying attention to him, he walked over to Fate, drew this epic two-handed sword, and examined it carefully.

There was silence, the orcs were silent, and after just one move, their expected victor turned into a loser.

It was a long time before they reacted and gave a deafening cheer for the victors.

"Alterant military swordsmanship."

Rhaegar whispered the name of the sword technique the man had just used, he had participated in the First Orc War, and had spent more than a decade in the Alterac Mountains with the Frostwolf Clan, so he knew about this ancient sword technique that was widespread in the human Northlands.

But it was the first time he had seen someone who could use such an ordinary road goods swordsmanship to this extent.

So sharp, so majestic.

This made Rhaegar a little admired, and he walked up to the man, with a hint of respect in his tone: "Watch your loot later, savage, now, according to the rules of the gladiatorial arena, kill this loser!" ”

As he said the last sentence, Rhaeggar's voice suddenly rose a few points and spread all around.

The onlookers were even more excited, they waved their arms wildly, and their roaring voices converged into a three-word heat wave: "Kill him!" Kill him! Kill him! ……”

This is the rule of the orcs, the weak eat the strong, the fittest survive, and no one cares what the loser thinks, even if the loser was once the strongest among them.

In the midst of the sound, the man walked towards Mugor with the new weapon in his hand, accompanied by a terrible sword light, Mugor's head was cut off without resistance, and the blood from his neck sprayed the man's body, making the man look extremely vicious.

"Roar!"

The orcs roared excitedly, each of them with fanaticism, cruelty, and bloodlust on their faces.

After seeing the performance of the orcs, the corners of Valeera's mouth twitched faintly, "These uncivilized barbarians ......"