Calvanas Arena, before the last gladiatorial fight.

"It's the last one, who are you betting on?"

Thirteen gladiatorial fights had come to an end, two lions, a grizzly bear, and fifty-three gladiators had been slaughtered. Now, it's the last game, and Civilian Bork is standing in the viewing hallway, ready to place his bets.

Where there is an unknown thing to happen, there is a gambling game, which has been well confirmed at the beginning of the recovery of the arena gladiatorial match, this is a barbaric and exciting game, large to nobles, small to commoners, as long as the people who come to watch the game have a few money, they will be willing to take out a little to gamble, which is not only a small gamble, but also entertainment, but also makes the audience more stanceal when watching the game, making the game look more exciting and interesting.

"I'm betting on Sarah, this orc has won no less than fifty gladiator fights, if I'm not mistaken, this gladiatorial fight may already be his eightieth gladiatorial fight, haha, Sarah's strength is unquestionable, I bet on him to win. ”

Arnold, a well-built commoner, placed his bet on Jabbar without thinking. Although no one knows that Sara is actually Jabbar from World War I, a legendary orc warrior.

"I'm betting on Sara to win, too. ”

Arnold finished his bet, and another civilian also took five copper plates out of his pocket and bet directly on Abdul-Jabbar's side.

The gamble between the three civilians quickly attracted the attention of other passers-by.

"Haha, you don't have to bet, do you still need to bet? Sara must win. No one is going to buy Sarah's opponent to win, it's just an unknown orc, but who is Sarah? Even the Morado Black Bear was defeated by him, who is still his opponent?"

A drunken drunkard got in, and although his mouth was full of wine, his words quickly resonated with the others, and more people bet on Abdul-Jabbar's side, while Jabbar's opponent did not.

"Not necessarily. ”

In the crowd, an old man's voice suddenly sounded. The cheering of the crowd just now stopped, and they all looked back to see which person was so brainless that Sara would not win. Did he want to bet on another gladiator to win?

"Old man, you have to go through your mind before you speak, Sara is the god of the arena, no one can defeat him, except for the giant beast, but the arena does not allow the giant beast to enter, so who else is his opponent?

After the old man finished speaking, he slowly squeezed into the crowd, and a human civilian surrounded by the innermost part fired first, his words were very sarcastic, but the old man didn't mind.

"I'm really betting on him to win. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he immediately caused a burst of laughter at the scene.

"I have investigated, the orc who appeared today to fight Sara is not an ordinary orc, his name is Gombardo, he is an orc veteran, he once followed the legendary warrior Jabbar in the orc war into the land of the undead, killing countless undead, and judging from his record in entering the arena, he has never been defeated, and now it is his fifty-fifth gladiatorial battle, and he has not been defeated under any gladiator, the two who appeared today are the most powerful gladiators, I think there is a good show to watch, so I bet on Gombard to win。 ”

Ignoring the ridicule of everyone around him, the old man gave his own answer. This explanation seems to convince everyone a little, after all, the orcs who followed Jabbar into the land of the dead were all elite-level warriors, and even fewer could come out alive, and this orc gladiator was able to leave there alive, proving that his strength must be very strong.

"I'm betting on Gomba to win. ”

Soon, the crowd began to bet on this little-known gladiator.

The game was about to start, and the crowd began to cheer, whistle, and scream, making the atmosphere in the whole arena start to become more and more frenetic. A small number of nobles sitting in the VIP seats seemed out of place in the current atmosphere, and they regarded the actions of the civilians in the upper viewing area as uneducated behavior, and the nobles could not help but start shouting when the game was bloody and frenzied. But if you think about it, what is the difference between them and the civilians? It's just that at first they are more forbearing, more pretentious.

"Now for Sarah, the strongest orc in the history of the Blood Arena, to appear. ”

As soon as the arena host spoke, the iron bars above the arena slowly opened, and Jabbar stepped out of the dark underground cage to the cheers of all the crowd.

The battlefields, the high walls, the crazy and enthusiastic spectators, and the shouts of this wave after wave. Everything is familiar, but it repeats itself like yesterday's scene. The honor of the so-called arena god of war is not a piece of waste paper, the audience wants you to live, you can live, the audience wants you to die, even if you are glorious, it is inevitable that you will be in a different place.

But now, the theater has to go on, and before he gets news of Essarlivan, Abdul-Jabbar must continue to fight, otherwise with his own strength, no matter how hard his fists are, he will not be able to fight this bow and arrow wall.

"Roar. ”

Jabbar raised his right hand holding the dagger and let out a beastly roar. The wild roar of the orcs quickly elicited a response from the crowd on the field. It was an interaction, with civilians chanting the name "Sarah" and cheering for the arena god of war.

"Challenger Gombardo plays. ”

In the cheers of the audience, the host struggled to shout out the names of the gladiators who appeared today to fight against Jabbar.

For a full three seconds, the crowd turned from cheers to silence, silently watching this not very well-known, but equally powerful gladiator appear.

Gombardo walked out of the dark gate under everyone's quiet gaze.

In front of him, there was an orc gladiator with a muscular, hideous face, and an extremely fierce look. He, like Abdul-Jabbar, was shirtless, holding a hatchet in one hand and a battle shield in the other. He is slightly taller than Abdul-Jabbar, but he looks stronger, even though Abdul-Jabbar is already quite strong among the orcs.

"Gombardo. ”

Someone in the crowd began to shout the seemingly unfamiliar name. But those who know know the weight of this name, as the old man said before the opening, this is a fierce and fearless orc, but also an experienced veteran, who has maintained a proud record of fifty-five consecutive undefeated games in the arena, compared to Abdul-Jabbar, almost only Abdul-Jabbar can "orc spells", and Gombardo can't, is a pure orc warrior.

"Abdul-Jabbar, I know you. ”

On the stage, the cheers of the audience are still here, waiting for the host to ring the bell for the start of the competitive competition. Offstage, Gombardo and Abdul-Jabbar talked in advance. Because it was orc language, and because their conversation was very quiet, and they were very far from the stands, the crowd could not hear what the two orcs were talking about.

"You are?"

Jabbar looked up at the unimpressed orc fellow in front of him, and for a moment, Jabbar even suspected that his identity had been revealed and known. But the next moment, Gombardo dispelled his concerns.

"I am a warrior of the Frostwolf Clan, Great Chief, you may not know me, but I know you, ten years ago, you led us into the City of the Dead, slew Skeletron, and liberated all the orc clans. I have followed you, my Great Chief. ”

As soon as Gombardo's words came out, Jabbar immediately felt an inexplicable emotion. Former comrades-in-arms, but now reduced to hostile gladiators, maybe he shouldn't have given up his position as the Great Chief? Abdul-Jabbar began to reflect on himself.

"I'll get you out. ”

Looking at the loyal eyes of the orc warrior in front of him, Jabbar suddenly felt a much heavier burden on his shoulders.

"We can't do it now. We are all prisoners and gladiators now, and today you will either die or I die. Great Chief, the burden of saving the orcs has once again been put into your hands, and you are the most respected warrior and chief in my life. When the time comes, you and I will fight for a while, and I will deliberately stab you, and then you will kill me, so that you will win the hundredth gladiatorial match, and then you will be free, and you will be able to escape and rescue our people with an army of orcs. ”

Gombardo said, ready for self-sacrifice. However, Jabbar was slow to accede to his request......