The Black Inverted Trident Banner of the Iron Tribe hunts, and Grom Hellroar is practicing his newfound Death Knight's martial arts and magic in a rough and simple arena.

Calgath Bladefist established the Arena of Broken Hands, and although he escaped the fate of gladiators enslaved by the Ogre Empire of the Canmaul, he remained passionate about the brutal activity of the arena.

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 struck them with blood and slashed them into shredded flesh.

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

Grom set 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. Grom said, looking at Kargas. "Kargas, don't always focus on your Broken Hand Arena, the evil type has more magic than my blood, right? ”

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

"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, has built a simple arena: the Arena of Broken Hands. And a competitive event was held, and the reward was 10,000 gold coins sponsored by the Heso chaebol.

This caused a sensation, and a large number of adventurers began to pour into the Western Wilderness, and it was said that even the Grand Commander of Lothar would take part in it.

"Welcome to the Broken Hand Arena!!," a Goblin employee of the Black Rope Chaebol yelled in a high-pitched voice into the already crowded arena with an arcane crystal amplified microphone in his hand.

"This event is exclusively sponsored by the Heso chaebol, buy a good weapon, a good bomb, a good armor, and look for the Heso chaebol! Good afternoon, everyone, this is the broken hand competition sponsored by the Heso chaebol... ”

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

"It's not over!" roared Kargas.

He picked up the microphone: "There is only one rule for a broken hand gladiatorial fight! Kill your enemy! Or throw in humiliation! A gladiator will receive a hundred gold coins for every victory! or... Kargas squinted at Lothar, who was gearing up at the other end of the arena. "Or, win ten games in a row and lead your team to 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 their right hand fists and cheered loudly.

"Now, the competition is !!," Kargas 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, this group of adventurers was beaten to the bum, shouting and conceding defeat while dodging the frantic slashing of the Broken Hand Orcs.

There was a shocking boo from the audience.

"Below is the recently revived dwarven adventurer, Oscar Diamond, known as the Great Fire-colored Landowner! He will bring us a great gladiatorial fight with his weapon called the Dust Bringer and his team!"

Oscar and a young human mage walked in from the entrance and watched as two Broken Hand orcs jumped out of the audience across the street.

"Sisaris, just wait behind and see how my fiery landlord wins, hahaha!" Oscar said to the human mage.

Cesaris Mograini, the youngest son of Mograini, Grand Lord of the Ashes of the Knights of the Silver Hand. As the only mage of the Paladin family, the Grand Lord of Mograine had a great headache for this young son. But because he loved this little son very much, he let him go. Anyway, his two older brothers have become qualified paladins.

Before the human mage could speak, Oscar rushed forward.

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

Tin grenades! These dwarf want to blow them up!

Kargas frowned, and he suddenly found that there was a loophole in his usual gladiatorial rules. I didn't say I couldn't use bombs!

Look at the field again, the two broken hand orcs were blown up and ran around, and Oscar chased after him...

Thereupon... The first Oscar team won and was rewarded with a hundred 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!

And then a good gladiatorial fight turned into this strange appearance: the two sides hid behind improvised bunkers, you shot me, and I gave you a bomb or an Olympiad missile...

The farce came to an end after Oscar's grenade stock and the mana of the human mage were exhausted, and the dwarf shouted 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: "The next one is the Alliance Commander, General Lothar, and his Guards Legion! They will challenge the ultimate honor of the Broken Hand Gladiatorial Fight, a hundred people will be killed!"

Lothar raised the sword of the Brotherhood and pointed at Kargas.

"Kargas, I'll do what I said to you at the time! I'll let you admit for yourself that I'm not the warrior 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 Hand Breakers in the audience began to jump into the arena one after another, charging Lothar and his men.

Because everyone is now in the same camp and is not considered an enemy, they attack each other to the secondary part, or how to hit the pain.

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 orcs.

Lothar and his men formed a defensive formation, and they fought steadily, not seeking speed, but only hitting every blow.

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

"Sixty!" Kargas shouted unimpressed, squinting his eyes from the high platform.

Lothar's own soldiers also began to suffer from physical exhaustion, or were hit in the abdomen by the orcs with their axes, and fell in agony.

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 laughed, then leaped to his feet and into the arena, the fist of his right arm reflecting the sunlight.

"You are a warrior, Lothar. Whether you beat me or not, I'll 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 became famous again.

He gained the respect of the Broken Hand Clan and became a strange friend with Kargas. They spoke rudely, and their words did not hide their contempt and abuse for each other.

But the two did become friends.

Soon, led by Lord Divine and driven by Lothar, the people of Stormwind began to accept that the Orc soldiers of the Iron Tribe came to Stormwind to play in their spare time, or squandered their newly paid salaries.

As a result, Stormwind also 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 Lord Divine Venerable.