Arena slaves watch the dungeon.

It's dark and cramped, and it stinks.

Don't say it's a dignitary, even if it's an ordinary person who comes here, they will want to vomit nauseously, only the rats crawling around on the ground are also happy.

"Damn it!"

"Today is such a good day, why are we assigned to see this group of stinky and stupid pigs!"

The clanging of footsteps was heard, and the rats crawling in the passage of the cell dispersed, faintly visible through the torches hanging on the walls, several guards in military uniforms.

"Roar ......"

"Chirp ......"

(Orc: They're coming, are there any orcs going to be dragged away today?) ）

(quietly...... Don't let humans notice...... ）

The eyes of the orcs in the cage were a little frightened, and the smaller young orcs held their legs, hiding behind them and not daring to speak, for fear of being noticed by the human soldiers walking towards the prison.

"Orcs and pigs! Wake up! ”

A captain of the soldiers, wearing a cowhide belt and a full set of knight's armor, stepped into the middle and kicked the heavy cell door, the chains clanging.

"Today is the big day in Dunhold, the annual Snow Festival."

"The dignitaries and nobles in the city, and even the Earl, will also come to the arena to watch the ceremony, and it is the infinite glory of you filthy orcs to compete in front of the Earl, so there must be no mistake in the evening competition!"

The captain of the soldiers condescendingly shouted to the orcs in the cage.

Then, the soldiers on the left and right quickly opened the cage with great discernment, and began to select those strong orcs, and the trembling reaction of the orcs made them very satisfied, and their hands pushed more roughly.

"Go get me the one who reads."

But in that group of green-skinned orcs, there was always a ten-point obnoisseur.

It was an orc that looked like an adult, and it "looked" because its body structure and facial contours were already the hideous appearance of an adult orc, but its body was much thinner than that of an ordinary adult orc.

"Captain......

"Sal guy ......"

The two soldiers looked embarrassed, and Thrall, the orc, was very strange.

The other orcs knew about fighting and brawling except for eating and sleeping, but Thrall spent most of his time huddled in a corner, not knowing what he was doing. They also heard that Thrall had a close relationship with Talesha, the servant of the Lord of Blackmore, and that he was also appreciated by the sergeant in charge of training orcs in the arena.

So recently, there have been very few gladiatorial missions that have dared to send it out.

"What are you afraid of!"

"This time it is a direct order from the city lord, to ensure that this competition achieves the most perfect effect!"

The captain was a little indignant, and seeing that the soldiers did not dare to step forward, he simply lifted the hem of his armor himself, stepped into the cell, and grabbed the back of Sal's neck.

"Roar!"

"Damn it!!"

Thrall shrugged his shoulders sharply, and the captain was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground, and in a fit of rage, he flung it with a whip!

Syllable!

A crisp voice sounded, but the beast clan's skin was naturally tough, leaving only a faint white mark.

"Roar!"

Thrall, who had always been mild-mannered, was surprisingly irritable, grabbing the whip and tearing it into two pieces, and although the other orcs did not dare to make any moves, they all stood up with a whoosh.

Rub!

The sound of the human soldier drawing his sword sounded, his expression both nervous and dazed.

It stands to reason that these orcs should have been domesticated into obedient slaves a long time ago, and I had never seen them react like this when I took Sal away before......

The captain was also stunned, he was closest to Sal, and the look in his eyes just now was ...... Where does it look like an orc, but more like a human general who has been dormant for a long time!

But it was only a flash.

In front of him was this green-skinned orc, slightly emaciated.

"Stare at it, take it away for me!"

"Dare to resist, these people of yours, hum...... I don't guarantee that they will see you or not. ”

The captain stabilized for a moment, and after viciously leaving this sentence, he didn't dare to stay in the cage any longer, so he ordered his subordinates to jump out of the prison in a hurry.

"Roar...... Gollum ......"

(Don't clash with humans, now is not the time.) ）

The two older orcs next to him patted Thrall on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Then, the Ten obedient stretched out their hands and asked the human soldiers to shackle and lead them out in a row, heading towards the transit area of the dungeon and arena.

Sal silently followed.

Today's Dunhold City is indeed very lively, as soon as I got out of the dungeon, there was a tidal wave of sounds-

"it!!"

"That's it, well done!"

"Damn the blue-skinned orcs! You win everything I bought, and if you lose, I won't be able to spare you! ”

……

"Thrall."

"Sal!"

In a flash, the Orcs of Thrall had already arrived at the entrance of the arena, and an extremely burly middle-aged officer stood in front of them, his crossed sword unsheathed and standing on the ground, the tip of the sword sinking into the earth.

This is the etiquette of every warrior who goes to the arena.

Although the vast majority of people thought that etiquette was a foolish act for this barbaric group of orc slaves, the old sergeant adhered to this tradition.

"Sergeant ......"

"Woohoo...... Woohoo......"

Thrall straightened his back, a little awkward, but patted his chest with great seriousness and saluted him back.

The old sergeant, though stern, was the only one in the arena who was willing to teach it sincerely, and made it understand the value of kindness, both for orcs and humans.

"Lock on to the target."

"That's Thrall, wait for him to enter the arena and take it away while he's in the chaos."

The panda test subjects all wore light armor and dressed up as rangers, standing in the front row of the bustling auditorium.

There are countless monsters in various forms in the World of Warcraft, and Tunhold City has always been known for its freedom, so their appearance has not attracted much attention.

"Your Excellency, Earl!"

"Ladies and gentlemen from Dumbhold City!"

In the center of the arena, after an appetizer - an elite human gladiator in his hand dismantled the strong orc without any weapons, the host of the arena caught up with the center of the stage, licked his lips with some excitement, and said loudly with a magic microphone:

"Next ......"

"Invite us to the most distinctive ...... of Tunhold City Fifty games without defeat in a row......"

"Orc...... Gladiatorial Clan! ”

Oooooooo

With the near-climax of the sound of the auditorium, the heavy gate of the arena slowly rose, and seeing their own tragic deaths of their compatriots in the arena, the Orcs of Thrall only glanced at each other, clenched their fists and slowly walked into the arena.

"The gladiatorial fight is about to begin!"

"If you think it's just an ordinary gladiatorial fight, you're very wrong, there is a respected earl here today, so the opponent of our orc gladiatorial group is also ...... Super Super Super Heavyweight! ”

The host bowed to the high platform where the count was, and seeing that the atmosphere on the scene had been completely mobilized, and no longer sold the guanzi, he clapped his hands, and the gate opposite Sal slowly opened......

Boom......

Knock Knock......

It was as if a dull war drum was beating on people's hearts, and everyone craned their necks curiously to look at the dusty entrance......

There was excitement in my eyes!

Just this sound and the looming mountain-like size is definitely a rare giant demonic beast!

"Yes......"

"It's a lizard!"

"Thunder monitor lizard!"

As the ten-meter-long, hard-fin red-charged thunder lizard appeared, the entire arena boiled over!