In the royal capital of Padya, in addition to the royal palace and the higher academy, the most famous is the gladiatorial arena of the lion and the battle axe. Baroque quickly knew the direction from the passers-by, and with a faint excitement, he headed towards the gladiatorial arena.

This was the first time I heard the news of the tribe after the destruction of the tribe, and my heart was full of anxiety, both joy and worry. I don't know how many streets I turned, I can already see the majestic figure of the [Gladiatorial Arena], and as I gradually get closer, the Baroque suffers from gains and losses!

The orc tribe in the Gravel Wasteland is just a collective name for a dozen small tribes, and the people of the small tribe he belongs to will be here? Will Barotan be here? Is it possible for Bata Patriarch to die, is it possible for his son Baqir to survive, and how many people will survive?

The answers to these questions would be revealed, and he hesitated, standing under the rough rock façade of the gladiatorial arena, and couldn't help but think again of the tragic scene of the destruction of the tribe...... Since these days, he has avoided it as much as possible, and every time he thinks about it, his heart seems to be torn apart!

With a deep exhalation, Baroque walked to the gate of the Colosseum, showed the king's warrant, and said indifferently: "Let me in, I want to meet all the orc gladiators from the Gravel Wasteland." ”

Human beings discriminate against orcs without distinction, and even an ordinary janitor, even in the face of orcs carrying the king's warrant, is disdainful and contemptuous. The blind old guy snorted in his nose and said in a mocking tone: "Orcs are orcs, even if you hold the warrant of the honorable king, you can't change anything." Just like a pig, in the most ornate robe, it can't become a noble horse!Get in, that filthy nest of white-haired orcs are all in the arena, being trained by the demon Celter, hehe...... If you don't die, you have to shed your skin!"

Baroque did not respond to the wicked taunts of the gatekeepers, which was pointless, and he desperately wanted to meet his people.

The door opened a crack, and Baroque slipped inside, looked in the direction, and walked towards a passage leading to the interior. The voice of the gatekeeper behind him sounded again: "Orc, you are in the wrong place. He pointed to an inconspicuous black door on the left side of the wide passage, and snorted disdainfully: "In the middle is for the people of the royal capital and the noble nobles to walk, as for the lowly orcs...... Only the slave passage can be taken. ”

Baroque looked at the gatekeeper coldly, his eyes were indifferent and expressionless. The gatekeeper was startled by his eyes, and for some reason he felt a chill down his spine, and shouted inwardly: "Look at it, even if you have the king's warrant, you can't change your orc identity." ”

"I'll remember your words. Baroque replied lightly, opened the black wooden door, and slipped inside.

Only then did the gatekeeper relax, breathe a sigh of relief, and spit out: "Damn orc, I don't know which slut is comfortable to serve, I actually got the king's warrant, wait, after the slutty woman gets tired of playing, you still don't know how to bury it under that tree as fertilizer!"

"One-eyed, get over here and open the door, don't you see the arrival of your honorable master!" a guard hurried from the outside, shouting at the gatekeeper. The one-eyed old guy immediately showed a look of flattery and surprise: "Oh, is it Lord Siston or the honorable Marquis of Delta?"

"The two old men are here, open the door quickly, do you want to eat here?" the guard shouted impatiently, and One-Eyed obediently pushed open the door, kneeling respectfully by the door, tilting his head and smiling with a smile on his face. The Marquis of Delta walked into the arena talking to another fat pig-like man, ignoring the compliments of the roadside.

"Seston, those orcs must be trained, and it's up to you whether we can win the prince's favor or not. Delta gently stroked the beard that curled up from her lips as she instructed the fat man.

Not only is Seiston obese with fat, even his face is amazingly fat, he can hardly see his eyes, but his voice is very sharp: "Hehe, Lord Marquis, don't worry, with the demon of Selter, even if it is a group of sheep, it can be trained as fierce as a wolf, you can rest assured." ”

"I can trust Selt, of course, but I'm afraid that his stinky temper will attack and kill and maim a bunch of orcs for me, and our show will be messed up. ”

"That's why I run here every day, just to supervise this brainless guy who started the fire, and now I'm not receiving you today, and now I'm sitting in the audience. The fat man walked a few steps with great difficulty, and said with a breath: "Let's go in, those orcs were a group of frightened rabbits when they first came, not to mention fighting with people, even when they saw other gladiator training, they would shrink into a heap." I was ready to give up on these guys, but for the sake of that prince, I had to reluctantly let the demon Celt try, and the last few days have been good, and the orcs have been able to pick up wooden swords and wooden shields to fight decently!"

As they spoke, they walked towards the arena, when suddenly, there was a muffled roar of beasts, accompanied by loud screams of fear. Both of them were stunned, and they both had a bad feeling. Hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the arena, and saw from a distance that in the center of the arena, six majestic prairie lions were rushing towards the orcs gathered together!

Almost as they spoke, Baroque emerged from the long, dark, narrow, stinking passage, and looked up from the edge of the stands to see a dangerous scene...... A bloody lion pounced on the two orcs! The young orc who was holding the old orc back was so familiar. Barrotan, you're not dead!

Baroque instantly rushed to his brain, tore off the tomahawk on his back, kicked the stands with his foot, and rushed out like a cannonball. At the critical moment, he involuntarily used the power of fighting energy, making the speed fast, and instantly came to the lion, and the battle axe slashed horizontally.

There was a muffled click, and the mighty steppe lion didn't even have time to make a sound, and was chopped on the head by the tomahawk, almost half of the huge lion's head was crushed, and the body weighing nearly a thousand catties fell to the ground, his legs and feet twitched, and he was already dead and couldn't die anymore!

The remaining five lions were so stunned that they even forgot to bite and attack, and were glared at by the almost ferocious gaze of the Baroque, and even stupid beasts could feel the crazy wildness of the orcs in front of them. actually began to regress, roaring in his mouth, but he lost his majesty, like a bullied kitten, walking around the baroque, and finally all got into the iron cage, not daring to come out!

There was silence in the stands, and it was not known who this sudden spoiler was. Celt breathed a sigh of relief, but then showed a fierce expression, although the orcs were fine, but the lion was killed, which made him very unhappy, as if he had lost face.

Delta and Sethon walked over, "Selt, you bastard, who told you to release the lions, and if these orcs die, will you bear the consequences?" said Seston, one of the owners of the gladiatorial arena, very unhappy.

Celt replied disappreciatively: "Isn't it not dead yet, if it weren't for the use of lions to stimulate blood, do you think these frightened orcs would be able to give a wonderful performance on the field? Don't become a farce at that time, I'd rather let them die now than risk my reputation." ”

"You're ......!" was offended by a gladiator leader, and Seston was furious. Delta waved her hand to stop him, but looked inside the arena and pointed thoughtfully, "Who is that young orc?"

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"Ba ...... Baroque, is that you?" a trembling, hesitant voice sounded from behind him, and Baroque held his tomahawk tightly in his hand, forcing himself to suppress his emotions and keep his tears from flowing. Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, he turned around and showed a smiling face: "Barrotan, we are finally together!"

The stout young orc's lips trembled, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and he suddenly rushed over and hugged Baroque, howling and crying: "Woo woo, Baroque, our tribe is finished, our home is ruined...... All dead...... All of them died...... Uncle Bata, Uncle Batu, Baur...... They're all dead......!"

"Yes, it's all dead, we're still alive......" Baroque smiled stiffly, and the twitching of the corners of his mouth revealed his mood at the moment: "Since we are still alive, we must continue to live, Barotan, we are seventeen years old, and we are already an orc man, and we will only bleed in the future, and we will not shed any more tears." ”

"Are you Baroque?the young man who was taught shamanism by the Norman shaman?" The orcs gathered around, before the tribe was destroyed by a sneak attack, the Baroque was already famous, after all, the entire Gravel Wasteland orc race, he alone has the talent to become a shaman, it is difficult not to be remembered.

"I'm Baroque, I'm your brother, I've been looking for you for a long time, and I've finally found you!" Baroque looked at the clansman in front of him, and he was extremely kind, making him feel at home again!

"Baroque, how have you come over this year?...... How did you get out that day...... , where are you now......" A group of orcs asked nonchalantly, so that Baroque was overwhelmed. Seeing the same clan made these orcs, who had almost lost their survival due to the destruction of the tribe, show a rare excitement.

"Okay, let's talk about that later, let's solve the situation in front of us first. Baroque saw a few richly dressed people in the stands pointing at each other, presumably the boss here. He asked his people to wait a moment, walked over himself, raised his head and showed the king's warrant to the three leaders: "Your Majesty King Corek of Paddington has a warrant that I have the right to protect these orcs from harm until the Prince of the Adria Empire comes. ”

His own servant went to take the warrant and check it, and there was no doubt about it. Sethon didn't care, and Delta looked at Baroque thoughtfully with a gloomy face. Only Celt laughed and kicked away the audience in front of him, and the hundred-pound stone was kicked away like a toy.

"You want to protect these orcs from harm, of course, but you have to pass my level first, if you can't even protect yourself, what qualifications do you have to protect others?"