In the gladiatorial arena. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With the sound of a cannon salute, Sal walked towards the arena again with the ebony stick in his hand. I'm glad he didn't hold a metal weapon but a practice object, and I understand that because this orc has a subconscious mind in his mind that can't harm humans, it's impossible for him to carry those deadly weapons. For this, I still have to be satisfied with the way this lord teaches, or it means that he underestimated the strength of my friends, and I can't help but feel glad that they underestimated their enemies. Because I know that Fallick is definitely not as weak as they think he is.

But when my friend came out, it surprised me again. It's too early for the enemy to underestimate the enemy.

As a paladin, Falik actually did not use metal weapons even like the orcs for the fairness of the gladiatorial fight, and even took off his armor and only held a mallet. I immediately stood up and wanted to go down to accuse him of being reckless, but the lord's words prevented me from going down.

Perhaps my friend's outfit, and my impulsiveness, had already made Blackmore on the side secretly happy.

"Cheers to your warriors. The ministers in the room raised their glasses and turned their eyes to me. Seeing this, I could only raise my glass, and at this moment, the horn of the race preparation was blown. Immediately, there were many guards around the high platform, as if to prevent people from approaching for the sake of people's safety. It was only then that I realized that it was too late to go.

I think he must have wondered if my friend's brain was rusty, and he didn't use a sharp weapon to take off his armor like Thrall. Maybe I know some reason, he doesn't want others to recognize him as a royal guard of Lordaeron in his decoration, which means that he is worried that my reputation will be damaged by arranging for my cronies to fight.

I was feeling more and more uncomfortable, but I realized that my friend's efforts seemed to be in vain. Because the host of the venue, 'Zhifun', informed me of the identity of my companion

"This human is Falik, the chief of guard of the Prince of Arthas, who will represent the royal city to defeat the orcs, and I hope he will give me a wonderful show..."

The audience was even more boiling, and all kinds of rumors about me have been going on over the years, so Falik, who has crossed paths with me, will definitely arouse the interest of the public. There may be people who will question the identity of this young man, but even then there will be a lot of people who will be attracted to buy Falik to win. This is also the purpose of their lords, to let their lords earn more gold.

I think this lord has become completely fascinated by money, and has forgotten the most basic law of the casino -- gambling is called gambling when there are losses and wins. Of course, this theorem also exists for me, Thrall is a powerful orc after all, maybe he can still knock Falik to the ground, and let his master return with a full load again.

The battle began, and perhaps Sal wanted to hurry up and get it over. He continued to attack Falik, and Falik had clearly gained a deeper understanding of the orc's tactics after observing his several gladiatorial battles. Sal, on the other hand, would never have known my friend's battle routine.

That's Falick's strength, because he knows who he is, and I believe that's not all.

Thrall not only has the strength of an orc, he is more agile than his kind, but also has tactics. This should all be attributed to his teacher, Colonel Langton, who is considered an excellent warrior, but after all, he is still inferior to me and Falik's mentor teacher Uther, and the talent of humans in agility is not comparable to that of orcs, so Falik can still dodge orc attacks because of this. So I'm still convinced that I can win this bet.

I think Rick must also understand that his enemy is already strong from the outside, so he chooses to fight a war of attrition with him as much as possible, that is, he constantly exposes false flaws to him, luring this orc to constantly attack him. And he was waiting for the opportunity to give him a fatal blow.

So it looks like the orcs are on one side, but in fact the victory is on my side.

And I'm glad that the lord actually gave up his subjective judgment with the shouts of attention, and took it for granted that he would get the money. And for his miscalculation, I think it is necessary to have two drinks with him. So that he can be more hot-headed, because I believe that the higher you stand, the harder you fall.

After all, Thrall wasn't stupid, and the long gladiatorial experience had made the orc understand that he was fighting a cunning human. As I watched as Fallick didn't attack, I knew that my friend was sure of a strike before he could strike, especially since he had discovered that the human was more cunning than he had been exposed to before. And this forced him to change his strategy.

When Fallick made another flaw, he pretended to stick out and attacked, his eyes carefully watching where he might be, because his real punch was ready to deliver the fatal blow to him with his backhand.

Fallick was hit, and by the time he tried to dodge to the left, Thrall's fist was already in the position where he was about to appear. Although Fallick was prepared to defend, the punch hit him hard in the stomach.

The tremendous force still put Fallick far away and fell to the ground.

The audience was amazed. And then it boiled again, as always. When the orcs saw the enemy fall, they roared at the rostrum and the spectator stand, as they had done in previous victories. As much as I believe he was exhausted, his howl was louder. Probably because he realized that he was knocking out a formidable opponent, and that his fall meant that his hard day was coming to an end.

Almost all the spectators present were cheering for the orc's victory. Because in all the concepts of all, no one could withstand such a strong blow from him. I was also shocked, I really didn't expect that orc to be so powerful that he could defeat my most proud companion Falik in such a state.

Although I lost the gamble with the tax revenue from the treasury, I thought it would be better for me to check on the safety of my companions first. I dodged the pleasant look of Italy Blackmore. As we were about to jump off the field with Sassarian and Melwin to check on my man's injury, something went wrong and made a few of us cancel the idea of going down and smile again.

Falik stood up unscathed again. And continued to put on a combat stance facing the orcs, as if they were fine.

This surprised everyone present. I gradually came up with the reason.

Although the punch just now is very heavy for a person, at most it is a little higher than the force of Muradin, usually we can recover after such an impact, after a simple treatment by the Holy Light, and the way he is now, I dare say that he must have healed himself. Perhaps Faric has created his own ability to quietly use the power of the Light to heal himself without others knowing.

I can probably understand how he learned this trick, which he realized when he was beaten by a short man all day. Although it makes no sense to cover up like this on the battlefield, when it comes to practice, it is very different. Because he can keep himself in the best shape without knowing it, but who knows about this kind of cheating.

Of course, this was all thanks to the dwarf's hospitality, and the learning of the healing powers of the Light.

Drunken Blackmore? I'm sure this lord wouldn't believe he could master the power of the Light.

The audience cheered as Fallick stood in front of Sal intact, while Blackmore and Sal looked at each other with strange and frightened eyes. Perhaps it was hard for them to imagine that a human could stand up intact after such a heavy punch. If that doesn't bring down my friend, then what else can they do to help him defeat this human.

"Why, why, can you still stand up?" Sal asked fearfully, perhaps he had become timid and unmotivated at the sight of this.

"The light is above, because you orcs are very ugly. With that, Falik raised his stick and threw it at him. Sal just covered his face with his arm, and didn't dare to do anything to escape or fight back. This time, Falik did not use the power of the Holy Light, perhaps because he was afraid that his improper use of the Holy Light would kill the giant beast.

But maybe it's psychological, maybe Sal didn't have the strength to stand in the first place, and he was knocked to the ground after a drop on his head, and he didn't stand up.

When they saw this scene, the audience erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers. Because this was the first time Sal had lost a gladiatorial fight, and at this moment few people were sad except Blackmore, because they were betting on Falik's audience to go home with a full load. Perhaps for this reason, the audience shouted the names of their companions at this time

"Falik—" was louder than it had been when he first gave Sal. Maybe he'll be a celebrity in the future.

The angry Blackmore was even more unforgivable when he heard such cheers, and he jumped over his own guards and beat his slaves so hard, while my companion and I jumped in the same way, but in order to celebrate our friends.

While the three of them were upset that I was doing some of the deals with the Blackmore Lord today, as far as the results were concerned, there was no reason for them to refuse me to cheer with them, such as setting him up for a week. And I knew that my move would further enhance my reputation and status as a warrior in the league.

That's exactly what this friend of mine needs.

But when I saw Sal on the side and still being beaten, I thought I had to do something, otherwise he might not have survived today.

"I think you can underclaim half of your taxes when you pay them."

I walked over to Lakemore and said, his eyes straightened with excitement when he heard that he was going to pay less, and he felt like a father when he saw me again.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince. Thank you so much......"

"But you can't kill him, and the next time he's healthy and healthy, the rest of my guards will want to continue the fight with him. Hearing my explanation, Thassarian and Melwin couldn't help but change their faces, and unconsciously framed Falik, who was not ready to come down, to the ground, and turned their angry eyes on me in unison, regardless of the outsiders.

"Oh, of course. "Lord Blackmore looked at my two men, and perhaps he realized that my two companions had a different relationship with me, but he was more concerned about their strength, such as the gap between them and Falik. So I got excited. Then he threw down the whip that beat Sal and said to us, "When the time comes, do we still have to gamble??"

"Of course!" I replied with an unquenchable look in their angry eyes.

"Have a great time here, my honored guests. Lord Blackmore left, and his attendants carried Thrall, who had fallen to the ground, back to the infirmary on a stretcher. And I was looking at Thrall, and I really wanted to talk to this orc about something before he escaped from prison.

When I returned to the inn with my companions, Melwin and Sasarian blaming him continued, apparently because I said that they would fight together in the future.

The two of them knew the orc's strength very well, and if it weren't for luck, they would have sent Falik on a stretcher

Maybe they don't understand why I've become so ruthless, but I understand why I say it. By the time we meet next time, it is unknown whether this lord will still be alive. It's just a blank check, it's just a ploy to keep Thrall from being executed, and even if they do get into the arena, I'm sure they'll be stretched out on a stretcher at most, which isn't much different from a dwarf slashing them.

But not even when I think about it, I'm still accepting their chatter like a child...