"Ah..................h Today is the craziest and hearty fight since he became a shaman, and the hearty venting made him completely explode the emotions of the past two years, and he lost his mind for a while, leaving only a terrible roar......

"I'm going to kill you, kill you all...... Humans, I'm going to kill them all...... Avenge my tribe and ............ my people My people, who dare to harm my people, come, enter the gladiatorial arena...... Wrestling with me, I swear, I will tear everything in sight, so that all your haughty and contemptuous eyes will always be filled with fear of me...... Ahhh............h

The tribesmen were frightened by Baroque's sudden madness, and seeing the gloomy and almost dripping face of the Marquis of Delta in the stands, Barrotan slammed open the fence and threw himself at Baroque. He was greeted by Baroque's blood-stained fist.

"Baroque, it's me, stop, it's me, I'm Barrotan ......!"

The fist stopped against the tip of Barrotan's nose, and the baroque's blood-red eyes slowly cleared, and his breathing subsided, and his eyes gradually dissipated his fanaticism. Barrotan hugged Baroque, and the clansmen gathered together, dozens of orcs hugged each other to comfort Baroque!

"Hmph, arrogant orc, you have to pay for what you just said!" Marquis de Delta snorted in his nose and coldly threw down a few words: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want with the king's warrant, your words today are simply arrogant, I will state to the king, you are waiting to meet the punishment from the human kingdom Paddington!" After saying that, he left without looking back, his suspicions became heavier and heavier, the time when this orc appeared was too coincidental, could it be the one next to Celine, right? No, you have to go back and check it out immediately, if it's true, damn orcs, you're ...... dead!

Delta was gone, and Seston's eyes stared at Baroque for a moment, then he suddenly smiled happily and swayed his fat body away. The rest didn't know what to say for a while. The one-eyed gatekeeper who viciously mocked the Baroque at the gate trembled, feeling that he had just walked around in front of the Grim Reaper's Gate, but he didn't expect this handsome-looking orc to be able to defeat and beat Celt to death. The God of Light is above, just now he only needs to stretch out his hand to pinch himself to death!

Baroque came to his senses, and knew that he couldn't control what he had just said, that something had happened, and that too much worry would not help. He pondered for a while, slowly raised his head, turned to the clansmen and said, "Everyone knows how difficult it is for us to be free, even if we can escape from the royal capital of Padeya, it is difficult to escape from the pursuit of the powerful human legions, and even without the legions, as long as the slightly stronger mercenary regiments can completely wipe us out." ”

This is a fact, all the orcs have gloomy expressions, and the reason why they seem to have lost their souls is that in addition to the destruction of their own tribe, this is also an important reason!

"But I'll tell you a piece of news, I don't know if it's good news or bad news! I have made a deal with King Paddington that you will attend the gladiatorial show in a little more than a month...... As long as you survive, you will be free, truly free!"

There was a commotion among the orcs, and their faces were full of surprise and surprise! No one felt fear...... Orcs have become slave gladiators, it is almost impossible to leave the gladiatorial arena alive, this opportunity is the only hope, rather than live in the chaos and then be killed in a gladiatorial fight one day, it is better to seize this only opportunity to win a glimmer of hope!

"Baroque, thank you for giving the tribe the last hope, in the coming days, we old guys will use all our strength to accompany the young people of the tribe to train, as long as they can live in the end, as long as they can be free, our tribe can rise again!" said the old orc Ziad, despite the sharp pain in his shoulder. Several other old orcs echoed Ziad's words, they were already old or about to enter old age anyway, and they were willing to give their lives for their people.

The young orcs clenched their fists and said nothing, but would they really let the old man fight to the death for his people in the final gladiatorial battle?

Baroque asked a few words just now, and learned that the entire tribe was alive, except for a dozen or so female clansmen who were sold to nowhere, only the eighty-nine orcs in front of him remained. Nearly two years have passed, and the fate of those female orcs is in jeopardy, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to find survivors. Forty young men, fifty-nine older orcs, this is the last bloodline!

"Don't be pessimistic, have you forgotten me? I'm going to come here every day to see you and train with you for the rest of this time. Believe me, we have a great hope of leaving the Colosseum alive and returning to the Gravel Wasteland alive!" Baroque's words uplifted the orcs, it seems that Baroque has been through a lot for more than a year, as can be seen from his shocking gladiatorial fighting skills!

"Very well, I welcome you!" A hoarse and weak voice suddenly came from behind him, Celt was really strong and amazing, even if he was violently hit by the baroque and broke off a dozen ribs, he still woke up in such a short time. Pushing away the support of the person next to him, he casually spit out the dirty blood in his mouth, revealing an ugly, but not the slightest hostile smile...... His smile was only for the strongest: "The Lion and Tomahawk Arena is open to you, you can use anything here to train your people!

"Selt, Baroque is a free man, he won't participate in gladiatorial fights, you die!" said the middle-aged orc Cecil, and Barrotan also shouted from behind: "Yes, Baroque is a free man, and you have been defeated by him, it was Baroque who spared your life, what qualifications do you have to challenge?"

"Hey, ahem...... You're right, I did lose, and I'm never hypocritically refusing to admit defeat. But what I have just said will inevitably come true. Celt looked at Baroque with a smile, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding: "You are a powerful warrior, and you are also a member of this group of orc slave gladiators, and you have just shown extraordinary gladiatorial skills...... I heard that when I was unconscious, you said something that you shouldn't have said, do you think the Marquis of Delta will let you go? No, he has been planning for that gladiatorial show for a long time, and he will not let you go so easily to make the gladiatorial fight more exciting. And in Padja...... Even the entire kingdom of Paddington, only I can be your opponent. As I said, he won't let you go, and he won't let me go. Let's lead the two of us to our respective warriors and dedicate a great life-and-death struggle in the gladiatorial arena!"

Celt's face was full of fanaticism, and it seemed that he would have no regrets even if he died for the sake of that fight! Baroque thought thoughtfully, and considered his words very seriously. No matter what tricks the Marquis of Delta will play, if he can really fight with his clansmen, it will undoubtedly greatly strengthen their survivability, even if he can save one more life, it is also a hope for the tribe!

"Baroque, don't listen to him, you go, the Marquis of Delta must have gone to the palace to speak ill of you, take advantage of the king's warrant in your hand, and leave quickly. We train hard, and we don't necessarily lose!" Barrotan anxiously pushed Baroque, not wanting the only relative in his small tribe to jump into this whirlpool of death!

Shaking his head, Baroque said to Selt: "I don't know what the Marquis of Delta is, but you are right, since I have to pay for my words, then fighting with my own people is undoubtedly the best way, very good, I accept your challenge." Next, you have to go back to recuperate, and I will personally kill you in the gladiatorial arena in two months, so that you will die like a hero!"

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've heard such words, I'm looking forward to it, whether I'm killed or I kill ......you!"

Baroque put on his clothes, picked up the king's warrant, carried his battle axe, waved his hand to the people, and walked away: "I'll go out first to deal with some things, I'll come over tomorrow morning, remember to eat and drink enough, if the people here dare not meet your demands, tell me, I'll let them go and be with Celt!" Baroque's voice was very loud, and the people around him, including gladiators, guards, and slaves, all heard it clearly, and no one dared to say anything...... The encounter with the demon Celt is just around the corner, this young orc is simply a madman among demons!

When the Baroque figure left the gladiatorial arena, and the orcs changed their former lifeless and humble ways, Barrotan directly called for the doctor to come and treat the wounded Ziad and Uncle Cecil, and called out to one of the stewards in charge of the gladiators' food: "Kim, prepare a roast boar for us tonight, and white bread, rum ......!"

Several other young orcs laughed and coaxed, and for a time the whole gladiatorial arena was filled with the laughter of the orcs, and the old orcs did not stop it, the children had not been so happy for a long time, and they had almost forgotten how to laugh. No matter what the final result is after two months, it is a blessing to have one more happy day.

The steward turned away without looking back, and cursed in his heart: "Damn orcs, just let you be proud for a few days, and there will be times when you are desperate...... Don't think you'll really be free in two months, joke...... If the orcs survive in the colosseum, where will the human face be ?......?"