Time flies. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No matter how brave a soldier is, he will grow old one day.

No matter how glorious the legend is, there are times when it is forgotten.

In Lordaeron, the city of Brill in the Woodland of Lotaeron is now one of the most famous gladiatorial arenas in Lordaeron. Every day, there are brutal and bloody gladiatorial performances, and there are seven gladiatorial arenas, large and small, and they are full every day.

The top gladiatorial performances are naturally in Lordaeron, but the slightly inferior is Brill.

"Now, let's welcome the invincible, undefeated orc gladiator who has been undefeated in 88 consecutive fights - the brutal Gusa!"

With the roar of the master of ceremonies in the amplification magic, the enthusiasm of the 5,000 spectators was completely ignited. People from all over the world, noble local nobles, big merchants who made a lot of money, small citizens who came to gamble and try their luck, and even young girls who were supposed to contact knitting in the boudoir, everyone shouted as hard as they could, venting the frenzy in their hearts.

"Gusa, Gusa, Gusa!"

"I'm going to win! I'm putting all this month's wages on you. ”

With the sound of heavy metal twisting chains, an orc, rather young-looking, but immensely strong, strode out of the gloomy dungeon to the colosseum with a rough stone battle axe. What unfolded in front of him was a black land, and no matter how many times he couldn't get used to the smell of blood inside.

The blood stains that had congealed into the sludge had long since been inseparable from the black soil, and there were his enemies, his compatriots, and his.

He didn't care whether it was the cheers of the human race, or the smell of blood in the earth.

Shrugging his rugged nose, he looked across the side.

The master of ceremonies' voice sounded again: "And his opponent today is a terrifying creature from the Snowy Mountains of Alterac - more brutal and inhuman than him - guess what it is!?"

"Whoa—" With an even wilder roar, a large cage was pulled by the chains on the winch and aimed at another exit.

The huge, formidable creature inside had not yet come out, and had already become berserk under the stimulation of human voices.

"Bang-"

"Bang-bang-"

The giant creature had been slamming wildly against the iron gates, an iron rod the size of a man's legs.

"Wow, ahhhhhh

There are the exclamations of young girls, the cheers of big businessmen, and more the sound of gasps.

"Guess what!?" After being addicted, the master of ceremonies finally roared: "The extremely powerful Gusa, his opponent today is the Shattered Ridge Snowman King!"

Sure enough, it was ushered in by an even bigger scream from the audience.

In the eyes of others, this is no longer a normal showdown. The terrifying Yeti King, who is five meters tall, faces an orc warrior who is more than two meters and twenty points. It's a complete duel between adults and babies.

But the organizers can't help it.

Gusa is so powerful that he has killed many opponents in the past three years. Among the opponents who were slightly closer in strength, there was no enemy that Gusa could not kill.

Gusa has won too much, and the people who open the gambling market can't win much money, even if the handicap has reached 10 to 11, the civilians can still make a small profit if they don't have the brains to buy Gusa to win.

This made the organizers very unhappy. But Gusa is so popular, you can't kill him in private.

This is Gusa's last duel, and if he doesn't die, he will have to sell Lordaeron City and let the stronger enemy kill him. I heard that in Lordaeron's bloodiest gladiatorial arena, there were even demonic creatures.

However, Viscount Naris, the owner of Gusa, was disappointed.

In the face of the snowman king who looks like a hill, Gusa is still clean and neat.

When the Snowman King rushed over, he directly made a [Charge], turned into an afterimage, and rushed to the Snowman King's shoulder, and then a [Thunder Strike] stunned the Snowman King, and immediately took over the Whirlwind Slash. After slashing the Yeti King, Gusa dodged the Yeti King's final struggle with a gorgeous little jump as light as an elf, and then slashed the monster's neck vertebrae with an axe from behind the Yeti King, who was bowing down.

The Yeti King's head flew out like this.

Call it a day!

"Wow, whoa—" Gusa shouted in orc language that humans didn't understand.

Gusa returned to his dark, damp cellar, and as soon as he sat down on his thatched bed, a deep voice spoke in orc language from next door: "Good work, Gouyle. ”

No one knew that Gusa's cellar, located in the deepest part of the earth, had a secret passage between the walls. He can smash through the walls and leave this place at any time if he wants.

"This monster is just enough for me to warm up. Isn't there anything new about humanity?"

"Gouyle, never underestimate humanity. There are not a few strong people in the human race. ”

Gusa didn't care about the name of Guyle, but asked, "How many are as strong as you?"

Ogrim? Orgrim?

Times have changed, and no one would have thought that according to the official records of Lordaeron, Orgrim, who should have died of illness in the underground cell of Lordaeron City, would appear in this small place, so covertly talking to this young orc known as Gouyle across the wall.

"If you're referring to melee professionals, no less than three. ”

"Anduin Lotha, Uther Lightbringer, and Saidan Dasohan, are these the human powerhouses I need to pay attention to?" Gouyl frowned, "Besides the kings of the countries, they are the ones who matter?"

"No, what I'm going to tell you today is that the kings of all the countries and these three people are all rubbish compared to the man who is known as the nemesis of the orcs and the old enemies of the tribe. Remember the name I told you, and imprint it into the deepest part of your soul, for he is the culprit of all three wars of the Horde!"

When Gouyl heard this, his muscles tensed subconsciously, and even his breathing became lighter.

Ogrim spoke: "His name is Duke Marcus!"

At this moment, near a remote town on the continent of Lordaeron, there was suddenly lightning and thunder, and the wind was fierce.

Countless bolts of lightning converged, and the purple-blue electric snake twisted and twisted, and finally carved a huge and standard circle on the ground with supreme thunder power, which was more round than drawing with a compass.

Outside the circle, it was charred black.

The green grass and the yellow earth were all replaced by black.

In the middle of the circle, quite unexpectedly, there was a young man with a fruit, who posed as a statue of a 'contemplative', although the muscles on his body were not at all toned.

A face that is underwhelmed.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I from?"

"Where am I going?" (To be continued.) )