"You'll see him soon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Your Royal Highness the Prince...."In the center of the Colosseum, and on the rostrum where it is best viewed, Blackmore was busy courting me, and signaling that I needed to wait patiently for a while.

He was right, I was a little impatient, but my patience was limited not because of the delay in the appearance of the Sal, but because I found that I could not stand his flattery. The drunken and lewd face was unbearable.

I began to pray inwardly that I wouldn't endure for too long.

Perhaps my wish was answered, and when the floodgates creaked open, all eyes were drawn to the Colosseum below, and a huge, strong figure stepped forward, and the audience all stood up and chanted his name in unison.

"Saar, Saar...", like a hero, was welcomed by humans, but this is a different kind of welcome.

"You see, he's the orc you want to meet. Pointing to the orcs who had just come out of the cage below. "You're satisfied, aren't you? ”

I nodded and looked at the orc he was talking about,

Thrall is huge, and I'm sure I've never seen an orc match in muscle, except for Orc's legendary lord Orgrim Doom, who is slightly stronger than this one. Maybe in a few years, he will definitely become the first warrior of the tribe.

Of course, only if the Horde can rise again, or if it is necessary for us to rise. I thought.

I thought he was covered in armor at first, but when I looked closely, I realized that he was wearing no helmet and almost no armor. Dark brown was the color of his skin, which was what essentially distinguished him from other orcs, and he had truly inherited the appearance of their ancestors, and that purity. The scars and bruises on his body indicate that this orc should be a regular in gladiatorial fights. However, this orc who had been baptized with blood and pain did not show any signs of disability, but this high-intensity exercise made him look very healthy.

His performance began.

Soon he showed his superb fighting skills. Whether it was an ogre with more brute strength than him, or a ferocious boar or a lion, or a dexterous and numerically superior human warrior, or a sturdy robot made by a dwarf, they were all quickly defeated when facing this orc, on the other hand, Thrall was as fine after the battle, he didn't breathe, and he didn't leave any scars on his body, but he was accidentally slightly injured when dealing with the sixth opponent --- his kind.

I could see that he was fighting his own grief, and maybe that's why he was hurt.

It seems that he can still be redeemed. I thought. It was at this time that his master became proud of me.

"I taught him," Blackmore said proudly. "He is very strong, but very obedient. ”

"Did he lose?" I asked.

"Never, Your Highness. Not in the future. But it's strange that people have been hoping that he will be defeated. ”

The lord pretended to be strange and felt aggrieved by his slaves, but his false face was quickly exposed by me

"That's because you're going to lose money. ”

"That's right. Blackmore was unabashedly about his bad gambling habits, but he didn't care that my bad habits were known, and maybe he thought that I, a sixteen-year-old, could still be molded, like become a mold with him.

I looked at his face and deliberately got angry with him. "As long as the treasury can take two percent of your income, lieutenant general, you can go on forever. ”

My words worked perfectly, and Blackmore immediately became nervous at the mention of money.

"Didn't you say that as long as you can be happy here, you can do without taxes?" He looked at me in amazement, and my three companions were equally surprised, who had not expected me to make such a dirty deal with the lord. I think if there were no other outsiders present, I'm sure they would have scolded me for a long time.

Seeing that he made my whisper public, I had to react immediately.

"That's because I didn't see the real game. "I was angry at Blackmore, I was really angry, but the point of my anger was not that I said this, but that he actually made our whispers public, and he changed the content, and made me lose face.

"But I have sent out the most powerful warriors and beasts. Instead of being angry, Blackmore turned from a new one to a more flattering and innocent one.

This is also the face of the essence of his politician, and I should need to teach this lord a lesson

"Perhaps, I have—" I glanced at the three of Falik, and everyone immediately understood what I meant. I'm sure my partners will have the urge to beat me up at this time, because they see in my eyes the meaning of letting them fight. I can't do much more, though, and I'm sure my three companions together will be able to defeat this orc. And it was at this time that the cunning lord once again compressed my thoughts.

"Which of your fighters can bring us regular matches. Blackmore asked me in a loud voice with a mocking sneer, apparently he wanted everyone to know that I was sending a warrior into the gladiatorial fight, not the three of them together, as I had thought. So his shrill voice angered me once again.

Perhaps I was really angry, desperate to teach this cunning lord a lesson.

"I'm going to give you a bet that if I win, you will pay half of the tax as required, half of the full amount, and if I lose, you will be exempt from tax, and soon you will receive your father's commendation, and more orcs for you to use in gladiatorial battles and as slaves.

"Well, how to bet, it's a high-stakes game. Lord Blackmore smiled at me. It seems that this is exactly what I was expecting.

Seeing his virtue, I really wanted to smash his head, but I can't now, I can only bite the bullet close to his ear and say it

"Gladiatorial fights, of course," I said softly. "My warriors will be able to defeat your orcs at this time. ”

I believe the lord should have heard the angry voice within me. I wanted to put pressure on this politician in the form of anger, but I didn't expect him to do even more. The execution in front of the crowd confided in the audience about our deals.

Although everyone present cheered for a good game, I am sure that if my father or Uther knew about it, I would have been severely criticized, after all, if my companions were to participate in adventurous gladiatorial fights, and gambling in the interests of the country, I believe that each of them could lock me up, so I must teach him a lesson now.

"Falick. I called out to my companion who was angry with me, "Can you defeat that orc?" I looked firmly at my friend who was still angry with me.

Maybe it was because he was angry that he didn't take my orders at the first time, that is, he didn't say 'obey' or other similar words or actions to me in front of everyone.

"Your cronies will get hurt. Blackmore looked at my partner. I knew he wasn't worried about my friend's safety, but was surprised that I actually dared to gamble with him, and that I was playing with a young man he had mistaken for cowardice, a young man who had just turned 20 and could hardly imagine anything extraordinary.

Maybe I was being teased and abused by this ugly lord, or maybe he felt that my dignity was being questioned. In short, Blackmore's words provoked Farrick's anger, and he nodded and bowed to me, signaling to accept the challenge.

The lord was even surprised by this.

I felt a hint of satisfaction and said to my disgusting lord, "Didn't you say he was very obedient... Or are you afraid to gamble?"

"Of course. Blackmore replied excitedly. Then to one of his own men. "Put the next rival troll back in the cage. And motioned for Falik to follow him and prepare. I knew that was what he was hoping for, because he simply didn't believe that my friend would be able to overcome his victorious orc slaves.

Maybe my buddy will hate me at this point, but I don't think Farlick is in real danger, because I have a vague memory of Thrall, who was once defeated in an overload battle, and I believe that if there were, then it should be this one.

Because Blackmore didn't arrange this cash cow fight in the first place, it must have been due to his physical strength, and after a few days of fighting, he has now fought six more times against six strong enemies. I believe there should be no exercise higher than this one. And I also think that Faric's level must be better than the green-skinned moss monster (green troll) who was supposed to appear. So based on the above analysis, I think I will definitely win this gamble, and others should not know that the power of the Holy Light of my guard can completely make him a quasi-paladin. It's okay, the people here don't realize the power of a true paladin at all.

Of course, when he defeats this beast, he will also gain great fame, which will also help him establish his prestige in the future. Especially this future chief of the orcs, the glory that comes from defeating him is no less than the glory that Turayan can bring down Orgrim Doomhammer with his own hands.

And now what I'm doing is to stabilize this lord, and I'm afraid that this well-informed lord will turn against me when he sees my companion using the Light. So I had to pour him a few glasses of liquor so that the small guy could go into a hazy state first.

"Cheers to friendship. I saluted Blackmore, and my eyes were unconsciously looking at Thassarian and Melwin. And I only saw them throw my anger.

Perhaps Falick thought so, but he didn't back down. So today's most exciting gladiatorial fight began immediately.

The Thrall didn't appear to be tired on the surface, and his mental outlook was as bright as he had been at the beginning, at least he wanted to show that he was strong. What gave him the illusion the most was his fierce eyes, as if they were trying to scare Falik first.

The surface is often a sign of strong cover-up, and his performance convinced me that he is already weak, because a smart person will only show strength to the enemy when he is no longer in shape. And if he's at his peak, he'll definitely fake showing weakness to his opponents. Obviously, Thrall's ability to become a chief already shows that he is a clever orc, so he must be a little tired now.

And I'm glad that his master, Blackmore, didn't see through the orc, maybe his servant was trying to report the truth to his master, but whenever the beast tamer wanted to get close to his master, I would always toast his master, and behind the scenes, like Sal, looked at the slave with a fierce look until he was afraid to disappear before my eyes.

My strategy did a trick, and the lord, who didn't drink much, was soon in the mood for a felt. I smiled inwardly.