The footage temporarily returns to a few days ago, the Wild West, the Golden Beach area.

The Black Inverted Trident Banner of the Iron Tribe Hunts, and Grom Hellroar stands in the rough improvised arena surrounded by the flag, practicing the martial arts and magic of his newfound Death Knight.

Calgas* Bladefist established the Arena of Broken Hands, and although he escaped the fate of gladiators enslaved by the Ogre Empire of the Hangmath Castle, he remained passionate about the brutal and bloody activity of arena fighting.

In his words, "That's what a man can do." ”

Kargas strode over and watched as Grom, who was pulling the fish-man captives with the Grip of Death, and then smashing them into pieces with a bloody blow.

"Grom, you've repeated these exercises countless times. ”

Grom put the roar aside and rubbed the remaining blood on his palm.

"Only by constantly practicing and turning these martial arts into your own instincts can you truly turn them into your own strength. As he spoke, the Warsong Patriarch looked at Kargas.

"Kargas, don't always focus on your Broken Hand Arena, the evil type has more magic than my blood, which requires more training, you are a warrior, not a slave owner in the gladiatorial arena. ”

Kargas grinned, his dark gray skin and icy blue eyes that would scare any human child.

He still admires and respects Grom's hell roar, and is usually willing to accept his orders.

"But it's not today, the Broken Hand Arena will have its first gladiatorial fight today, so I'll have to watch carefully. ”

The Iron Tribe's second-in-command, Kargas*Blade Fist, built a simple arena, the Arena of Broken Hands, and held a grand gladiatorial event to reward 10,000 gold coins sponsored by the Heso chaebol.

This caused a huge sensation, and a large number of adventurers began to pour into the Western Wilderness, and it was said that even the Generalissimo of Lothar himself had to participate.

"Welcome to the Arena of Broken Hands!" a Goblin employee of the Black Rope Chaebol shouted in a high-pitched voice into the crowded arena with an arcane crystal amplification microphone in his hand.

"This event is exclusively sponsored by the Black Soe Chaebol, buy good weapons, good bombs, good armor, and recognize the Black Soe Chaebol! Good afternoon, everyone, this is the broken hand competition sponsored by the Black Soo Chaebol... ”

Before the goblin could finish speaking, he was kicked over by Kargas.

"It's not over!" roared Kargas.

Then he picked up the microphone, "There is only one rule for a death match, and that is to kill your enemy, or admit defeat in humiliation, and the gladiator will receive ten gold coins for each victory! or... As he spoke, Kargas squinted at Lothar, who was sitting at the other end of the arena.

"Or, win ten games in a row, and then lead your team on the final ultimate challenge and defeat a hundred Shattered Hand Clan gladiators in a row!

The orcs of the Broken Hand Clan in the audience raised the fist on their right arm and cheered loudly.

"Now, the competition begins!" Calgas yelled, tossing the microphone back to the goblin host.

First up is a team of several adventurers who will face an equal number of Broken Hand Clan orcs.

In a battle without suspense, the group of adventurers was quickly beaten to the ground, shouting and throwing in the towel while dodging the frenzied slashing of the Broken Hand Orcs.

There was an immediate burst of earth-shattering boos from the audience.

"Coming down is Oscar Diamond, a recently famous dwarven adventurer, known as the fiery landlord! He will bring his weapon called the Dust Bringer and his team of adventurers to bring us a wonderful gladiatorial fight!" After taking a kick, the goblin host honestly continued to preside.

Oscar and a young human mage walked in from the entrance, looking at the two Broken Hand orcs jumping from the audience across from them.

"Sisaris, you're just following me and seeing how easily my fiery landlord wins, hahaha!" Oscar said to the human mage.

Cesaris Mograini, the youngest son of Mograine, Grand Lord of the Ashes of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

As the only mage in the paladin family, Grand Lord Mograine has a lot of headaches for his youngest son, but because he has been very fond of this little son since he was a child, he let him go, and his two good brothers have also become qualified paladins anyway.

Before the human mage could speak, Oscar rushed forward.

"Feel the wrath of the fiery landlord, orc!" said Oscar, pulling out two iron bumps that made the orc's eyes crack.

Tin grenades! These dwarf want to blow them up!

Kargas on the high platform frowned, he suddenly found that there was a loophole in his usual gladiatorial fighting rules, and he didn't say that he couldn't use bombs!

Look at the field again, the two broken hand orcs are running around with the explosion at the moment, and Oscar is chasing after him...

Thereupon... The first Oscar team win and are rewarded with ten gold coins.

As for the second one... Four heavily armed Hand Breakers leapt into the arena with muskets on their backs.

Well, since you use bombs, then we will also keep up with the times!

Then a good gladiatorial battle became the strange appearance it is now: the two sides are hiding behind improvised bunkers, you shoot me, and I return you a bomb or an arcane missile, quite a kind of trench positional warfare.

The farce came to an end after Oscar's grenade stock and the human mage's magic ran out with the dwarves shouting to admit defeat.

Kargas coughed a few times and glanced at Grom, who was smiling next to him.

"It's just a mistake, I'll fix the rules in the next gladiatorial fight. ”

The goblin host shouted again with some excitement at this time, "The next one is the Alliance's Generalissimo General Lothar and his Guards Legion, they will challenge the ultimate honor of the Broken Hand Death Match, a hundred people will be killed!"

Standing in the gladiatorial arena, Lothar raised the sword of the Brotherhood and pointed at Kargas on the high platform.

"Calgas, I'm here to fulfill what I told you at the time, and I'm going to let you admit it for yourself, and our league also has warriors that you admire!"

Kargas* Blade Fist also stood in front of the high platform and laughed loudly.

"Then let's get started, Lothar of Stormwind! I'll count on it, and when you're really capable of defeating a hundred Broken Hand Orcs, I'll take care of you myself!"

"Broken Hands!

With Kargas's roar, the orcs in the audience began to jump into the arena one after another, and then rushed towards Lothar and his men.

Because strictly speaking, everyone now belongs to the same camp and is not considered an enemy, so the attacks on each other are also towards the secondary parts, or how it hurts.

Although humans are inferior to orcs in terms of size, physical strength, and strength, their organizational ability and formation formation are far more standardized than those of orcs.

Lothar and his soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation, and they fought steadily, not seeking speed, but only every hit.

The orcs suffered heavy losses under the chaotic charge and refueling tactics, and in a few moments dozens of orcs fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

"Sixty. Kargas didn't care in the slightest, and shouted as he stood on the high platform with squinted eyes.

Lothar's own soldiers also began to lose their strength, or they were struck in the abdomen by the back of an orc with an axe and fell in pain.

Grom also stared at the arena with great interest, his blood-red eyes showing fiery intent.

Half an hour later, there was only one place left in the arena, orcs and humans writhing on the ground in pain holding their various parts.

"I've only counted ninety-nine, Lothar. Kargas squinted his eyes as he looked at Lothar, the only one standing.

Lothar gasped and didn't speak, just raised her left hand and hooked her finger at Kargas.

"Come on, hundredth one. ”

Kargas burst out laughing, then leaped to his feet and into the arena, the blade of his right arm reflecting the sunlight.

"You're a warrior, Lothar, whether you beat me or not, I admit it. ”

"Let's talk about this when you are beaten down by me. Lothar said with a smile, and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Filled with battle, Kargas raised his fist and charged towards Lothar.

"Come on Lothar, let me see how much you can do!"

A few days later, Lothar of Stormwind became famous again.

He passed the Hundred Slashing Trial, gained the respect and recognition of the Broken Hand Clan, and formed a somewhat strange friendship with Kargas, where they spoke rudely and made no secret of his contempt and abuse for each other.

But the two did become friends.

Soon, led by the Titans, and driven by Lothar, the people of Stormwind began to try to accept that the orc soldiers of the Iron Tribe would come to Stormwind to shop when they had nothing to do, and then squander their newly paid salaries.

As a result, Stormwind became the first human city to allow orcs to enter the city and wander the streets.

Of course, this is limited to the Iron Tribe under the command of the Titans.