On the southern continent of the Eastern Kingdom, the Elvin Water System is the largest water system in the southern part of the continent, and it is also the most important geographical nerve vein in the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, and it is one of the most important guarantees for the prosperity of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The Elwyn River, which spans five regions, originates in the mountains southwest of the Red Ridge Mountains, flows through the Twilight Forest, the Elwyn Forest, and joins other small river tributaries at the border of the two forests, and the Western Wilderness is separated by the Elwyn Forest and the Twilight Forest.

If you take a boat south from Stormwind along the Irwin Trunk and follow the direction of the river's veins, you will not only be able to enjoy the beautiful views of the Western Wilderness and Twilight Forest on both sides of the way, but also directly to the southernmost point of the continent, the Valley of Thorns and Lake Naferrigan, and finally into the Reef Sea.

At this time, Vanessa, who is struggling in the western wilderness to seek an uprising and rebellion against the tyranny of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the new Defia Brotherhood she founded have ordered a large number of weapons and equipment from the venture capital company camp on the eastern shore of Lake Neferrigan!

For goblins who have always only recognized money and have no discipline, as long as they have money and enough money, let alone such a trivial matter as selling weapons and equipment, even if they are asked to send troops to attack Stormwind City, they may dare!

Think about it, what does their venture capital firm do? In fact, it's this kind of risky and lucrative work! Otherwise, where do you think they got the name of the goblin venture capital firm?

If you don't want to enter the Endless Sea from the Reef Sea, you can go ashore and walk south along the main road of Lake Neferrigan, and if you are lucky enough to avoid the attacks of various monsters, bandits, and troll tribes such as Zantaga, and if you can survive and follow the main road south until you reach the first junction and turn right, you will have successfully reached a place that all the races that seek a living in the Valley of Thorns love, that is, the Golden Cave of Thorn Valley, the Gulabash Arena!

At this time, the goblin pirate, nicknamed the little man, John Mithreel, was presiding over today's duel match at this Gulabash Arena in the southernmost valley of thorns in the Eastern Kingdom.

This gladiatorial arena was co-founded by him, a little goblin, and some partners, and the purpose is ...... That's naturally to make money! Otherwise, what else could it be?

As far as the goblin John Mithriel knew, if you want to make money quickly, in addition to the lucrative business of going to sea to rob merchant ships, perhaps, there is only one thing left to hold a duel match!

Each time, let the gladiators make the gladiators three-on-three, five-on-five, or less-on-more to excite the audience, and then he can get the gamblers to bet on both sides! This way, John Mithreel, the founder and dealer, will be able to adjust the odds according to the amount of money wagered by both sides and win a lot of coins!

You know, this kind of dueling competition is not only risk-free, but it is quite profitable, but it is much better than the situation when he goes to the sea to venture out and rob merchant ships and is hunted down by the Stormwind Navy from time to time!

Unfortunately, however, this kind of money-making contest is not held every day, it is at most once or twice a month or quarter...... After all, the gold coins in the pockets of those gamblers and high rollers are also limited, plus some of them have a long way to come here, and it is impossible to nest in the Valley of Thorns all day, and people always have to make money to live or work, and then, with money, they can come again, right?

"Ahem......"

"My dear friends! Ladies and gentlemen, And thugs, killers, pirates, slavers, and mysterious spellcasters from all over Azeroth, welcome to my Gulabash Arena! ”

"Finally, it's time for the regular monthly competitive tournaments...... Now, do you have enough gold in your pockets? Or are you ready to howl when you win and cry tears of regret when you lose?! ”

The diminutive goblin, the pirate leader John Mithreel, who was less than four feet tall, with two shiny naval hooks pinned to his waist, was triumphantly standing on a high platform made of several square wooden boxes in the arena referee's seat, shouting loudly and constantly stirring the emotions of the arena crowd.

Because, his little man, John Misriel, has his eyes on the gold in their pockets!

Later, he has to lower the odds a little bit according to the situation, and then eat both sides fiercely, eat the winners and eat the losers, and then deduct the prize money of the participating teams, not to mention at least a third, or even more of the bet coins!

"Damn goblins! Hurry up and get started, we're already impatient! ”

"That's right, who is in the mood to care about you little many, get out of here! We're going to watch the game, and we don't have time to look at your stinky blue face! ”

“%#￥%#￥#……”

"We're going to race, don't look at you ugly goblin!"

"That's right, hurry up and play!"

"Match!!"

"Match !!"

John Mithriel, the dwarf goblin, had barely said a few words when a sleek, sword- or staff-wielding spectator erupted in the lingua franca of Azeroth, while others cursed in their own native languages.

Looking at the impatient and indignant looks of these people, it is not difficult to guess that the last time the arena held a competition, they must have not lost any money! And this time, I came here with a heart full of resentment and a reversal.

So, they came here thinking they were going to make a lot of money out of it, and they weren't happy with that damn little man, John Mithreel! If it weren't for the fact that they knew that the other party's pirates had a lot of subordinates and their strength was quite powerful, I'm afraid they would have even had the heart to kill people and rob treasures and directly grab money last time.

"Shut up, y'all! I've got a good ear, and I just heard you damn guys scolding me! However, I was not angry at all......"

"Actually, I want the game to start sooner, and I want to win those golden coins in your pockets sooner! However, we still have to go through some necessary processes, anyway, it's still early today, isn't it? ”

John Mithriel really wasn't angry at all about being cursed by a bunch of bastard villains.

Because, he has long been used to this situation!

For greedy goblins, there's nothing that fascinates them more than gold coins! And now, these viewers are all here to send him money, where can he be angry? So, no matter how fierce and ugly they scold, as long as they honestly bet and pay the money later, as for other things, it is completely trivial and does not need him to care too much!

"Alright, alright! Dear viewers, time is money! So, let me start the first process: Now, let's introduce the members of both sides of today's duel match! ”

The little goblin, who was actually more anxious than the audience, saw that the enthusiasm of the audience had been successfully mobilized by himself, and more and more people scolded him, and more and more people swore to win his money, he nodded with satisfaction and began to enter the next step:

"The defending side of today's three-on-three match is still the competitive champion of the previous edition, and now there is a team of the ogre chief Larabak, a three-person tactical team of two-headed ogres - power and spell!"

Soon, with the introduction of the goblin, three two-headed ogres with a giant sword in one hand and a staff in the other lined up to the field, and stood in the middle of the arena so presumptuously.

"Just like I said, these big guys, in addition to their superb martial arts and strong physical strength, can also cast terrifying thunder and lightning spells!"

"As of today, they have actually defended their title three times in a row!"

"So, not long ago, some slave owners and a small number of viewers who lost their eyes in the competition brutally reported to me: three two-headed ogres should be counted as six? Although, those three guys are all holding a staff in their left hand and a sword in their right hand, so they are indeed suspected of cheating...... However, my rule here is not to recognize heads, I only recognize individuals! ”

"Here, even if you have the ability to catch those hydra demons or three-headed sea snakes, I will only treat them as one! Or maybe you're going to ask some powerful warlock to get you a few more heads? If you can't, then shut up for me! ”

John Mithriel remembered that the slavers and gamblers who had dared to trouble him after losing the last time had now been sunk into the reef west of Thorn Valley to feed the fishmen.

In the Valley of Thorns, no one can question the authority of John Mithreel!

In his turf, in this Gulabash Arena, all the people must follow his rules! If anyone dares to have unrealistic ideas and dare to rob money after losing their eyes, then they must be prepared to be caught by him to reclaim the sea and feed the fish.

"Alright, we've just introduced the Triple Crown team on the defending side! And now, let's talk about the team on the challenger side! It's the veteran orc gladiator, the Great Shaman, and now the veteran slaver Regal Wrath! ”

As soon as the words of the little dwarven pirate fell, the spectators in the ring-shaped seats of the Gulabash Arena, which was made of huge stones, began to cheer and cheer loudly again!

Originally, they thought that today's game might not be interesting, after all, those three two-headed ogres who cultivated both demons and martial arts were really a little too shameless! Playing against them is equivalent to facing three powerful warriors and three powerful lightning mages at the same time, which is certainly not something that ordinary gladiators can afford!

But now, since it's the veteran gladiators who are going to play, there may be fun to watch.

However, to their disappointment, out of the mouth of the Iron Cave below was a dwarven musketeer with a scruffy beard, a tall High Elf archer with multiple whip marks, and a lava two-headed dog with a back almost as tall as an elf?

Although it is a big guy, the audience doesn't think it will be a match for the three two-headed ogres.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be in a hurry, I haven't finished what I just said! ”

"Today's challenger is actually a brand new team of gladiators under Rhaegal, not Rhaegal himself! He's here today, but it's not like he's going to play! ”

When the cheers and noise of the fellows had ceased, John Mithrell sneered disdainfully and ruthlessly shattered their unrealistic illusions.

Those fools don't want to think about it, the current Rhaegal Wrath of the Earth, who is the senior advisor of the tribal chief Thrall, and is also a rare powerful shaman in the tribe, is definitely an important person with status and status in the tribe, whether it is in the tribes or the Theramore of the Stormwind Alliance, he has a lot of prestige, how can he go into battle shirtless for some money, and engage in life-and-death gladiatorial battles with some small deflated threes?

"Damn it! White was happy! ”

"I thought it was the old orc who was going to play, but fortunately I wasn't in a hurry to bet!"

"Oops, I bet as soon as I was happy......"

"Damn orcs, cunning goblins, and those three undead two-headed ogres!"

"There's no suspense at all in this game, and I think we should almost go back."

“……”

The audience was noisy again, some wailing, some glad, and some gritting their teeth desperate to kill some goblin standing on a wooden box in the distance.

"Don't make any noise! If you want the game to start quickly, give me a little quiet! Time is money, my friends, so please don't delay my money any longer! ”

"Where did I just say? Well......"

"Let's start by introducing Lord Regal's squad, the Flame Alliance squad! The two of them are a dog, and they are said to be prisoners of war captured from the Outlands by the orcs! As you can see, the team consists of a Ranger Archer from the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, a Dwarven Hunter Musketeer from the Eagle's Nest, and a fire elemental, the majestic two-headed Lava Dog......"

Speaking of which, even the little man John Mithriel paused, anyway, he, the organizer of the tournament, was not very optimistic about the three Flame Alliance guys right now. This team, except for the lava dog that looks quite powerful, may be a bit threatening, the other two people, it is estimated that they are here to deliver food?

"All of you here may be familiar with the Flame Alliance, that's right! It's in the northernmost part of our Eastern Kingdom continent, the former mighty Lordaeron Kingdom! And here in the Valley of Thorns, we are in the southernmost part of the continent......"

"Think about how powerful that Flame Alliance was a few years ago...... I thought that one day they would fight from the north to the southernmost point of the Valley of Thorns! But now, whether in the world of Azeroth or in the Outlands, they are said to have suffered unsustainable defeats, and it is said that they have become the unholy alliance of the Stormwind Alliance and the Horde Alliance? Tut-tut...... You see, I guess the kobolds are probably a little better off than them, right? ”

The further down he went, the more the goblin John Misriel shook his head and sighed...... That Flame Alliance, rising too fast, is declining even faster! It won't be long before that word becomes dust from Azeroth's history.

"So, given that this Flame Alliance squad is really too weak, the way to bet today is a little different from the past! In addition to the most basic buying of victory, you can also bet on how long their Flame League squad can hold out? ”

Actually, he who knows Regal this time deliberately asked the other party to get some prisoners of war who can be seen a little bit to send them to death! Anyway, after today's game, when he's done with this one, he, John Mithreel, will secretly send someone to kill those three damn two-headed ogres, saving them from coming here every time to get in his way.

Therefore, he has now decided in his heart that he will let people secretly adjust the odds later, and use those complicated calculation formulas that only their goblins can understand, and take a good look at these rich fools present!

"That's right! Listen to the ogres down there, and the Flame League guys: the great Lord John Mithriel is happy today, so I've decided to reward the winning side of both of you with something extra! ”

"Do you see that little box in the middle of the field? There are some special alchemy drugs and enchanted treasures, as well as a blue fine quality Arena Master ornament! Of course, only the winning side is qualified to open it! So, you better hurry up and prepare, and in ten minutes, you can start fighting when you hear the sound of the gong! ”

After saying the last words, the diminutive John Misriel quickly and clumsily jumped down from the square wooden box that had been piled up, and after signaling his clerk to hurry up and calculate the odds and collect the bets, he trotted to the bottom of a gong with a short figure-eight step, began to place the hourglass, and sneered and waited for the time to come.

"Davor...... I'm really sorry I'm dragging you down......"

"If you hadn't tried to protect me, you and Fat Boy wouldn't have been caught by those damn tribal beasts, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault......"

There were still ten minutes to go before the start of the game, so when Farana, the High Elf Ranger of Quel'Thalas, looked at the three tall, strong, and powerful two-headed ogres with powerful mana fluctuations not far in front of the two of them for a moment, she sighed and bowed her head to apologize to her fellow dwarven hunter Davor, and at the same time cast an apologetic and guilty look at his animal companion, the two-headed lava dog fat boy.

She knew that perhaps, the ten minutes of preparation would be the last time in the lives of the two of them and a dog...... No matter how you look at it, it seems that they will not be the opponents of the three powerful ogres opposite, the gap is too great.

Think of the fact that half a month ago, when they were in the outer terroca forest to stop the Horde's army from marching towards the Valley of the Shadowmoon, she was besieged by the enemy on a large tree when she did not retreat in time, and then, at that time, it was Davor and his companion Fat Boy who broke through the siege and successfully rescued her!

Originally, with the powerful power of the fat boy's flames and the accurate shooting of the two of them, when she and he were about to break out of the encirclement of the orcs, they accidentally ran into the shaman Regar Earth's Fury...... Then, she and he were escorted here.

It is said that this is the Valley of Thorns in the world of Azeroth, located at the southernmost point of the Eastern Kingdom continent?

But it was still too far from their home, and no matter how much she looked north, she couldn't see the light of the familiar new well of the sun over Quel'Salas......

"Actually, you don't mind, Farana...... After all, our alliance is a whole, a big family! Like Fat Boy, you're my family, aren't you? ”

After gently stroking his partner's hot head with an insulated glove, Davor sighed a little, but he didn't regret his actions in the Teroka Forest.

The reason why she is depressed now is because of what the goblin said just now, in fact, what the other party said was not wrong......

Once upon a time, their powerful Flame Alliance actually fell to the field in front of them?

Moreover, in the Outlands, they can be regarded as faintly visible: those damn Stormwind Alliance and Horde do not fight at all when they are in the Outlands, but there are faint signs of unity! They concluded that someone must have secretly connected the two sides of the Horde and the Stormwind Alliance, as if they wanted to destroy their Flame Alliance together?

It's a pity that it seems that they can't pass this kind of important information back.

He Davor is just an ordinary musket hunter, while Farana is a High Elf ranger shooter, not one of those mages with magical spells...... Now, not only are they unable to send information back, but they don't even know what is going on on the northern continent.

"Three minutes left, and those of you who didn't bet are going to hurry! Don't even think about it, isn't this clear? ”

"The guys who bought these Flame League can last enough for a minute, and the odds are one to one! Buy those who can last for two minutes, and the odds are one to two! And so on, the longer they can hold on, the higher the odds, and there is no cap! Of course, you can also buy them directly to win, and we support parallel play here, where the odds of winning can be stacked with the odds of time! ”

At this moment, the goblin John Mithriel, who was standing next to the gong, once again vigorously encouraged the audience, hoping that they would buy more of the High Elf and the dwarf of Eagle's Nest to win or hold out a little longer, so that he would have more room to maneuver.

For example...... Let the ogre deliberately stall for time? Or, let them kill the unlucky two and one dog as soon as possible?

Anyway, he'll know what to do when his clerks get the registration forms for the bets, and before he announces the start of the game.

As the only dealer in this kind of pit game, if you don't do something to the contestants, it will be a shame for him as a goblin John Misriel!

In short, he had already dealt with Rhaegal before, and the two people and a dog below were here to send them to death, all he needed to care about was how much money he could make this time!

“……”

"Farana, it's useless to think too much, hurry up and get ready for battle!"

Click!

After hearing the last three minutes of the goblin's reminder, Davor, the dwarf from Eagle's Nest Mountain, didn't say much, and directly loaded his large-caliber double-barreled musket and pressed the primer, and then checked the short axe hanging from his waist.

He only has two rounds of ammunition in the barrel of his gun, and later, the enemy may not give him time to reload again, he must make a plan! It's just that...... He didn't have the certainty of a fatal blow against the two-headed ogre who was shielding himself with magic, and it was even a bit difficult to hurt two bullets......

He believed that his companion, Farana, who was a ranger next to him, should be like this, and her strength was not much stronger than his own.

Perhaps, they can only hope for the two-headed lava dog fat boy?

But...... How can it be one against three? Against that kind of caster of demonic and martial arts dual cultivation, I'm afraid it's a little difficult to play one-on-one, right?

"Whew......"

After feeling Darvor's concern, the two-headed lava dog fat boy slowly lowered his two heads, half-prostrate his body, his thick limbs slightly arched, and his mouth was still flowing with hot saliva like molten lava, and began to roar in a low voice, ready to pounce on the ogre on the opposite side and start a bloody battle!

"You're right! No matter how difficult it is, we will never give up easily! ”

Tightening her bow, the High Elf Ranger Farana pulled out the last of her Wind Soul Breaking Arrow from the quiver behind her back, the only weapon she could use to break the opponent's magic shield and damage the enemy!

The enemy was hard to tangle, and if she couldn't shoot through the two heads of one of the ogres with a single arrow, they wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning......

"For our Flame Alliance, for Quel'Salas, for Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas......"

Finally, with a deep sigh, Farana gently placed the Demon Breaker Arrow on her bowstring, and later, when the gong sounded, she would shoot it through the head of the two-headed ogre standing at the end with lightning speed!

It was the only one with the least vigilance, and if she attacked the two in front of her, she could shoot through one of the heads at most, and that would make no sense to their fight!

"Friends, there's one last minute! Buy and leave, hurry up! Exciting races, bloody battles, and the screams of death, this grand carnival is about to begin! ”

Seeing that the gladiators below him were ready, the little man John Mithreel excitedly waved the small hammer in his hand, ready to strike the gong that announced the start of the match.

"Alas......"

If that Flame Queen and Her Majesty Anne were still there, how could the Flame Alliance fall into this miserable situation?

Somehow, less than half a minute before the start of the match, Farana couldn't help but think of such a thing as she watched the hot and flaming body of the lava dog Fat Boy stand in front of the two of them.

Where did the Queen of Fire, the mighty Immortal, Her Majesty Queen Anne Hasta, who single-handedly defeated Akmund, go? I wish she could reappear and save the Alliance from destruction......

Your Majesty Queen Anne, do you hear our cries?

Finally, after the last shout in her heart, Farana's somewhat lonely face became resolute again.

She knew that the cruel and bloody duel match was about to begin...... It's full of powerful enemy guards and crazy thugs who can't escape even if they have weapons in hand!

So, this will be the last battle between her and Davor......

Perhaps, the only thing to be happy for is this: she and he can die on the land of the world of Azeroth?

"The game is about to start, please listen to my instructions on both sides of the gladiatorial fight, and only after the gong is sounded, you can attack, otherwise...... My guards will kill the offending side! ”

"Five ......"

"Four ......"

"Three ......"

"Two ......"

"Huh? What's the ......?"

The dwarf goblin raised the hammer in his hand, and as he was about to shout to strike the gong with all his might, his hand suddenly froze.

Because, he saw: directly above the arena field, for some reason, a blue space door suddenly appeared, and then, the space door became bigger and bigger, and a little girl who was floating and flying jumped out of it with a curious face?

"Well, hello all of you......"

"Actually, I was going to go back directly, but ...... For some reason, I seem to hear what it looks like someone is calling my name here? So, do you know what's going on here, and who's talking about me just now? ”

⊙(・◇・)？

In the stunned gaze of all the spectators and gladiators, the little blonde girl in a red dress, with a cute and beautiful red headscarf on her head, and a stuffed toy bear in her hand, slowly floated down from the location of the vanished portal to the ground in the middle of the gladiatorial arena with curiosity on her face.

Seeing that there was no answer, Anne stood directly on top of the beautiful little treasure chest in the middle of the Gulabash Arena, which had been placed in the middle of the field by the little John Misriel, intended to be awarded to the victor.

Now Anne only knew her approximate location in the world of Azeroth, but she didn't know what so many people were doing around her, and she didn't know why someone was calling her name just now.

It's just that she looked at the buildings around her, and it seemed that she ...... Are they watching some kind of game?