Gladiator, a catchy word and a rather legendary class.

For the sake of money or glory, or even simply to restore themselves from slaves to freedom, these men turned to the cruel and bloody battles and life-threatening challenges in arenas large and small around the world to please all kinds of spectators and gamblers. Gladiator was a brutal and poignant profession. In the arena, winning, you can take honor, money and freedom; Lose, and you can only meet death.

In Azeroth, stories about gladiators have long been the favorite subject of bards, and they are one of the most touching genres to hear. Coincidentally, in the game plot of Don's previous life, there was once a leader in both the Alliance and the Horde, the Great Chieftain Thrall and King Varian, who were forced to face challenges as gladiators in order to survive until the two broke the shackles that held them back and escaped from the cage that imprisoned them. King Varian Ureon, the hard-blooded half of the black dragon princess who was magically divided, even broke out the name of "Golosh", an ancient wolf god who represents strength and skill.

And in the shelters where orcs are imprisoned, gladiatorial fighting, this "sport" is all the rage. Under Blackmore's scheme, many human soldiers, corrupt nobles, and wealthy merchants who hated orcs to the point of deep marrow regarded duels, especially those between orcs, as their most interesting pastime and gambling, which not only released the cruelty and hatred factor in their bodies, but also brought Blackmore a lot of wealth. However, it was precisely because of the prevalence of duels in the shelter that it gave Old Tang a rare opportunity and method to infiltrate the shelter and implement the caravan to cooperate with the orcs to rescue his compatriots.

At this moment, a somewhat shrunken caravan marched through the Arathi Heights, making rapid progress in the direction of the Hammer Town of the Afterlife. Don, the two-headed ogre O'Gar, and the troll headhunter Abeta Attale have their hands in shackles and are tied in a row by a thick metal chain. The current "identity" of the three of them is three gladiators! Two full days had passed since the quarrel and unpleasantness in the camp that day, and even though Old Tang had finally tried hard to talk and reason, he still failed to get all the members of the caravan to accept the entrusted mission and cooperate with the orcs to rescue the imprisoned clansmen.

The two High Elf Spellbreakers and Bards, along with the human thief Chick, eventually couldn't accept letting them help the green-skinned orcs with whom they had a deep hatred. Under the hint of Old Tang, the little girl who wore the Sindolei Orb turned into a high-grade elf, Serena *Blood Feather, could only deliberately show a bitter and bitter appearance. Even if Old Tang had explained to them clearly, the current orcs were very different from the tribe that was once controlled by the demons of the Burning Legion, and it was no longer a bloodthirsty, brutal and real whim, but a resilient race that had regained its former glory and returned to shamanic teachings.

However, Lao Tang can also understand that in the face of hatred, no matter how righteous and righteous his words are, his words are pale and powerless. Just like Don himself will never let go of any centaur! Several teammates can accept not to mix this matter, and it is already an unexpected joy to stay quietly in the orc camp as a "captive", and the calm old Tang can't ask these teammates to sacrifice more.

However, the two-headed ogre O'Gar and the troll headhunter Abeta Attale are quite enthusiastic about Don's plans, not that they support the orcs so much, strictly speaking, these two races are also a little unhappy with the orcs, but compared to humans, they are insignificant. So for things that can stumble on humanity, these two did not back down. In fact, the three of the caravan were the most suitable to "play" the status of gladiators.

The caravan traveled non-stop on the flat, vast plateau of the Arathi Highlands, and the asylum in the hills where it had been established to the north was in full view.

The prelude to the rescue operation is about to begin.

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"Hey, Captain! Why did you say we were stationed here? Suffer this sin in the sun all day long! The green skins you said you want to guard against don't even have a shadow at all! Besides, if those greenskins are the same as the guys locked up inside, what is there to guard against? They don't even have the desire to fight, no different from the walking dead! At the main entrance of the shelter, a young soldier dressed in a neat military uniform and armor took off his helmet and kept wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead and complained. He and his team were on duty today to guard the main entrance of the shelter, and the team belonging to the Riptide Castle subordinate regiment had been patrolling the scorching sun for an entire afternoon.

"Hmph, that's you're young! I haven't even participated in World War II, how do you know how terrifying the fighting power of orcs is? If a recruit like you encounters those experienced greenskins on the battlefield, they can screw your neck empty-handed! Patrol honestly, don't be lazy, if those greenskins really don't come to this shelter, then thank the Light! The captain who walked in the front row had a little rickety on his back, and he was a little dissatisfied and reprimanded when he heard the complaints of the young man in the team. As a veteran who had participated in World War II and fought with orcs with real swords and guns, the veteran captain knew how terrifying those green skins were. How many old guys who joined the army with him and defended their homes fell on the battlefield and never got up again?

"Isn't it time to apply for retirement? Go home to plant flowers, raise horses for a few days? The human veteran touched the huge scar that ran across his chest through the breastplate, and thought in a trance. The huge and hideous scar was a "souvenir" left to him by an orc warrior before he died, and it almost cut him off at the waist. Even now, every windy and rainy day, this ugly and terrifying scar still aches faintly. But he is already lucky compared to the two comrades-in-arms back then. At that time, the three of them besieged the strong orc, but they were still almost defeated, and they were seriously injured and the other two comrades-in-arms were killed directly, so they fought off the green skin!

Until now, the veteran is a little frightened when he looks back on this past! That war was really too tragic, even if the alliance became the ultimate victor, I had to admit that the combat power of a bloodthirsty and violent orc was too much higher than that of humans! If it weren't for various reasons, the losers of that war might have been humans! As for the greenskins who are now being held in the asylum, like walking corpses, lifeless and hopeless, they can also be considered orcs? Thinking of this, the veteran captain shook his head and muttered in an undetectable voice, "May the Holy Light bless!" I hope I never touch those ferocious and brutal greenskins again! ”

As the veteran prayed to the Light, a small group of nearly ten people appeared on the road far from the shelter. Due to the distance, it is still a little far away, and it is difficult to see the specific appearance of the people who came, but it is certain that there are no human compatriots inside! The veteran who found out about this situation was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his hand to signal the team behind him to stop moving forward and put on a battle formation. The small group of human guards behind him quickly unsheathed their weapons and clenched them in their hands. It's not that they're too nervous, but in such a sensitive period, any wind and grass must be strictly guarded against! And a few "creatures" in this strange team in front of them who don't know what the origin brought them a strong sense of oppression, and involuntarily made them concentrate and their muscles tense!

In a short time, this small, heavily armed team was in front of the human guards who were carefully guarded and ready to fight. Before the veteran who was the captain could ask about their identity and intentions, a shrill and hoarse voice like a male duck's voice sounded in the distance, giving the young recruit goosebumps all over his body.

"Ah, don't be nervous! Don't be nervous! We're serious businessmen! The goblin profiteer Calorie Gold Coin lied when he saw the human guards on the opposite side with arrows and crossbows. However, the bald goblin did not achieve much effect. The fake smile on the face of the Profiteer, combined with the Goblin Trader's reputation for treachery and cunning throughout Azeroth, rarely makes one distrustful at first glance. "Ah, may I ask, is this the shelter where those orcs are imprisoned?"

"Stop! Speak your mind, goblins! You're now in the garrison of the Fort Rapids, and if you make any dangerous moves, we'll attack you and kill you on the spot! The veteran captain ignored the goblin's clumsy words to try to lighten the mood, and coldly asked. It's just that his eyes can't help but peek at the burly and sturdy body of Old Tang, who is tightly imprisoned by chains and shackles.

Old Tang, who was naked with his upper body, had an explosive perfect muscle that was completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes. The veteran captain had no doubt about the incredible power contained in that tall and muscular body, capable of smashing a ferocious highland velociraptor to death with a single punch! Compared to the "giant" with a huge bull's head, the equally tall and strong two-headed ogre behind him, and the hunched jungle troll were not so surprising!

"Ah, I'm a businessman! Introduce yourself, my name is Calorie Goldcoin, a goblin merchant from Kozan Island! Great business genius, future prince of trade! As you can see, I still have a side hustle, like a slave owner and gladiator manager! The goblin profiteer ignored the warning in the cold questioning of the veteran captain and talked eloquently. I heard that you have a small arena here that organizes regular tournaments, so I'm going to bring my 'players' to earn some pocket money!

The bald goblin jumped off the back of the brute horn and came to the old Tang who was bound in chains. He was only as tall as the root of Old Tang's thighs, raised his hand laboriously, stood on tiptoe, patted Old Tang's solid abdominal muscles, and said with a sly smile to a veteran captain who was staring at Old Tang: "How is it, is he very strong?" This big guy is my trump card! Coming to your contest is definitely a champion! A few bets on him during the tournament will definitely make you money! Trust me! I'm a good businessman! ”

"The three of them are gladiators on my deputy! The others are my bodyguards and retinue! Time is money, my friend! Do you see if you let me go in and rest and see if I can catch any races? Pointing to a few of his teammates, the goblin profiteer continued. Anyway, the goblin profiteer Calent* Gold Coin looked at the veteran captain who had been vigilant with a look of hope, hoping that he would give him a satisfactory answer.

"Wait here! I'll find someone to report back! The human veteran frowned and reluctantly spoke, he had no good feelings for the treacherous race of goblins, and he was not in a good mood to deal with the ugly little greenskin when he learned that the other party was still a slave owner that he hated. However, gladiatorial fights are very popular in the shelters, and many people regard gladiatorial fights as the best entertainment! Even now, in this somewhat tense situation, there is a steady stream of nobles and merchants from Lordaeron and Riptide Castle who come to watch a brutal and bloody gladiatorial fight.

Since this goblin has led a new gladiatorial team to participate, he can only truthfully report to the higher commander for decision, otherwise there may be some kind of trouble waiting for him. If the greedy ones feel that they are affecting their income because of their refusal, all sorts of dirty and vile tricks behind and in the shadow are likely to ensue! He didn't have the patience to be careful all the time, wasting his energy in this regard, it was better to leave the decision to the people above, anyway, it was only a small team of less than ten people, and it couldn't make any waves under the noses of tens of thousands of troops in the shelter!

Thinking of this, the veteran captain turned around and yelled at the young soldier who had complained about the patrol mission at the beginning: "Little Charlie, go back and report the situation here to the garrison officer and let him make a decision!" Go ahead and run! ”

The latter, who was named, muttered a few words in a reluctant whisper, which caused several comrades in the same team to laugh and scold, and the original tense atmosphere gradually eased. The goblin profiteer smiled and glanced at the old Tang who was imprisoned by the shackles with his thick and powerful hands, and nodded at him imperceptibly, and his face covered with pleats was full of smug and smug smiles. Old Tang also took advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, and vaguely gave a thumbs up to the profiteer boss!

But who of the relaxed human patrols did not notice this small detail.

The sun is still strong in the Arathi Highlands......

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Okay... Everyone doesn't discuss peace, and they start to discuss the issue of the camp again....The minotaurs in this book will definitely join the tribe~~~ There is really no need to discuss it~~~ I have said the reason many times~~~ The most important thing is because ~~ I am a tribe! For the Horde!

The only difference is that the Minotaur with intact combat power will be much stronger in the tribe~~~ Not like before, most of the time just play the role of peacemaker~~~ To be an important pillar of the tribe's chariot~~~