The Coalition forces did not have time to rescue Tulayan, but they did capture a group of orcs who had emerged from the Dark Gate.

Of course, as soon as Grom and his Warsong clan recovered from their wounds in battle, they fled again.

Putting these things aside, Kael'thas finally waited for Medivan's second request - to rescue the future orc leader and help him become a chieftain.

He then travelled to Dunhold Prison as a member of the Kenrito Councillor, where he was warmly welcomed by Blackmore.

"I've heard from some aristocratic friends of the human race that your prison here often hosts gladiatorial tournaments?"

Sitting in the main castle of Dunhold Prison, Kael'thas looked at Blackmore with a smile:

"Can you show me?"

"Absolutely."

Blackmore said stiffly, his face flushed with excitement.

He knew that the elven prince sitting in front of him had great power, and if he served Blackmore's dream well, it would be within reach.

Kael'thas is the prince of the High Elves, the ruler of Dalaran, one of the leaders of the Alliance, and most importantly - he is also the object of the love of Princess Kalia, the ruler of Alterac.

Any identity can make Blackmore find ways to flatter, let alone so many together.

He will change my fate. 】

Blackmore was so convinced, and immediately went out to get the room where the gladiatorial fight was prepared.

Within a few minutes, he came back hunched:

"Great Highness, it's ready."

Blackmore was unusually cautious.

If Kael'thas hadn't known what kind of person this was, he would have been bewitched by Blackmore by now.

"You're not going to prepare me for an ordinary gladiatorial fight, are you?"

On the way, Kael'thas said half-jokingly.

He knew that the best gladiator in the prison was Thrall, and that Kael'thas had come to meet the future orc leader.

"Of course not, I have prepared the most wonderful gladiatorial performance for you, Your Highness."

Blackmore shook his head in explanation.

This dispelled Kael'thas's doubts.

Blackmore led him to the high auditorium, in an open box.

As Kael'thas sat down, the noisy venue became much quieter.

Elsewhere in the audience sat a number of human aristocrats, their eyes burning as they easily guessed Kael'thas's identity.

The novel based on Kael'thas and Kalia spread too widely, and these little nobles of Alterac saw Kael'thas sitting here, and they were desperately using their brains to use him to show favor to Princess Kalia.

Kael'thas completely ignored these nobles.

As soon as he sat down, he turned his gaze directly to the inside of the arena, as if that was what attracted him.

[Start.] 】

Blackmore stood beside him and secretly motioned to his servants, and the iron doors on either side of the arena were slowly opened.

Of course, it wasn't Sarr who came out at first.

The first to appear is a human and a lion, this human is not a professional, and the battle between the two appears to be very bloody and violent.

As soon as humans appeared, they ran desperately, and they were chased by lions and cornered before they tried their best to resist.

To everyone's surprise, the final victor turned out to be human.

The human gave up one arm at the last minute, then picked up the sharp stone with his other hand and stabbed the lion's throat with all his might.

The thrilling scene made the nobles cry and cheer with flushed faces.

"Is this one to your taste?"

Blackmore asked Kael'thas with a smile as he watched the humans and lions being dragged away from the field by the guards.

He has to look at the attitude of this prince to determine who will appear later.

"It's okay."

Kael'thas felt a little sick in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

Blackmore thought he was satisfied, and let out a sigh of relief while also making a secret signal, reminding him that the plan would not change.

The next few scenes all became more bloody and violent.

Just when Kael'thas was about to take it anymore, Sal finally came out.

"It's the best player we've got here."

Blackmore spoke to Kael'thas over the cheers from the audience:

"He's an orc slave I've been carefully raised and has never failed."

Kael'thas didn't notice Blackmore's words, his eyes were already drawn to Sal.

[High-level warrior? 】

After all these years, Sal was almost 15 years old, and his green body was stronger than that of an adult human, and he stood calmly in the field.

To Kael'thas's surprise, he saw in Thrall the strength of a high-level pro.

It is very surprising that a person who has been trained in gladiatorial fighting, but not professionally, can reach the advanced profession.

"He seems to be short of some weaponry."

Kael'thas frowned as he looked at the tattered cloth clothes Thrall was wearing.

"No, Your Highness, he doesn't need those things."

Blackmore laughed.

And as he said, this battle is completely different from the previous battles.

Thrall's opponent was a troll thief, but as soon as he acted, Thrall rushed over and blasted the thief into the air.

With little chance of reacting, the thief was wantonly beaten in mid-air by Thrall's lightning movements, and then blasted into the wall.

His entire body was stuffed into the wall, and he probably couldn't survive anymore.

The most vivid violence, like the exhilaration, is like playing a game, which is completely different from the previous stimulation.

Blackmore put the most straightforward duel at the end, giving people an instant release from the tension, which is endless.

"How about this, Your Highness?"

Blackmore asked with a nervous swallow.

In fact, they could no longer find enough slaves to fight against Thrall, so they had to choose this form.

"Very good."

Kael'thas replied to Blackmore with a smile.

But the smile wasn't for Blackmore, it was for Sal.

The young orc had finally looked around after the battle and noticed his presence.

Although his appearance has changed a lot, how can Thrall forget about this elven prince?

His eyes were complicated, and he wanted to say something, but he was pulled down by the human guards.

Kael'thas saw a young girl wrapped in a face towel staring nervously at Sal leaving the audience.

Theresa.

The elf's gaze could clearly see the dark and ugly skin peeking out from under the veil, and Kael'thas immediately knew the girl's identity.

There is no doubt that she is Teresa who was burned by the Black Dragon Princess.

"The girl."

Kael'thas moved, then pointed his finger at Teresa.

"She is the daughter of a servant."

Blackmore immediately replied:

"An ugly-looking girl, that's why she wears a scarf."

"If Your Highness wants, I can call a few more beautiful maids."

The rulers of this prison apparently misunderstood Kael'thas.

Or in his concept, in the aristocratic world, the requirements for women are normal.

"No, that's not what I mean."

Kael'thas shook his head without changing his face, and he continued:

"I feel that girl just now has the qualifications of a mage, you can give her to me"

In the eyes of the outside world, the mages are all supernatural, and Kael'thas has no worries about the lie being spotted by Blackmore.

"Mage talent!?" Blackmore's eyes widened, and he looked at Teresa with a sudden urge to kill her.

An ugly maid was actually taken by Dalaran's ** master?

How could he not be so lucky!

However, Blackmore also understands that his most important thing now is to make overtures to Kael'thas:

"Yes, Your Highness, if you want, I will tell her to prepare it at once."

It's just a maid, and it's an unexpected surprise to be able to bring him value.

[Let's change the place for that family to live]

Blackmore had already figured out what to do with Teresa and her family, and continued to serve Kael'thas carefully.

His subordinates were ordered to walk towards Teresa's house.

"Old Tammis, you're in luck."

After telling Teresa about this, the captain of the guard told him with envy.

A daughter who is valued by Dalaran ** Master will definitely become a mage in the future, and may even become a nobleman, and then take the family out.

"Is this true?"

Tamis was stunned by this sudden surprise and couldn't believe it.

After receiving repeated affirmations from others, the human man, who looked old because of his hard work, almost jumped.

"Teresa, where is Teresa's kid now!?"

He asked his wife, Clania, that they hadn't seen their daughter for half a day.

"She thinks she should go to that orc"

Clania replied with the same joy in her eyes.

"Orcs? Which orc again! Hurry up and call her back, let her come back no matter what. ”

Tamis frowned.

He doesn't like orcs, and now that there is a ** master who has taken a fancy to Teresa, how can he still allow Teresa to continue to stay with that orc?

Orcs are the enemies of humanity, and few people like the green monster.

In case this matter is known to that Dalaran's ** master

"Tamis, your daughter is destined to be a great woman who will change the world"

The man recalled the words of the young prophet, and his heart tightened, and he became more and more nervous.

Her daughter's future is so brilliant, how can it be changed because of an orc?

Moreover, the prophet also mentioned the night of the fire

Could it be that Theresa would really do something?

At this critical time, nothing must happen

(To be continued)