"Sarah, can you tell me what you used to do?"

The orc Brock sat down beside Abdul-Jabbar after receiving the bread, and asked curiously about this mysterious fellow. Since Abdul-Jabbar's last lesson to Gulf, the King of the Arena, many orcs in the camp have become curious about Abdul-Jabbar's origins, but Uncle Orc laughs at whoever he meets, saying that he is just a farmer. Of course, this time is no exception.

"I used to be just an ordinary farmer. ”

Jabbar replied with a smile to his fellow orcs.

"But I don't believe it. ”

As he spoke, Brock gently slammed his hand into Abdul-Jabbar's chest in respect.

"You have beaten the strongest gladiator among us, and you have given us all a new consciousness. You are not an ordinary orc. ”

Seeing that Abdul-Jabbar didn't speak, Brock continued, trying to get more answers from the orc "farmer" next to him. Not just Brock, but almost the entire camp orcs since the fight had the same question about Jabbar.

"Well, then I'll tell you who I really am. ”

Abdul-Jabbar tilted his head to the side and whispered to his fellow orcs.

"My name is Cohen, and I'm a veteran of the Snowfall Clan. ”

"The Snowfall Clan? I heard that it is a legendary clan that has produced many famous leaders, and the Snowfall King and his son Jabbar are all legendary warriors. ”

Hearing Abdul-Jabbar's new reply, Brock replied excitedly, his words full of admiration and hope. However, the wild nature of the orcs was also revealed, and Brock's voice was significantly amplified, and the whispers between the two orcs once again became a conversation that everyone knew...... This is also what Jabbar is worried about, so all the time, Jabbar has not dared to open his heart and tell all the orcs around him his true identity. Because by the nature of orcs, it is difficult for them to hide their emotions, once Jabbar tells these companions around him about their identity, then it will inevitably cause an uproar in the concentration camp, and the emotions of the orcs will rise day by day, because the god of war is by their side, they will be fearless. This will inevitably attract the attention of the human guards guarding the prison, and when the time comes, if only one orc says that he has leaked his mouth, he will be brutally tortured.

"Hehe, they're all just mortals, but they've done great things. ”

Seeing Bullock's excited expression, Abdul-Jabbar replied with a smile. In fact, many times, Abdul-Jabbar does not look like an orthodox orc, most orcs have a straightforward personality and don't like conspiracy and calculation, but Abdul-Jabbar has a heart of intrigue and calculation, and likes to use his mind to win, rather than relying on brute force.

"You're from the Snowfall Clan?"

Jabbar and Brock's conversation caught the attention of the other orcs present. A large orc with a scar on his face leaned over and asked.

"Hmm. ”

"I knew that you were not an ordinary orc, at least not from an ordinary clan. ”

After learning of Abdul-Jabbar's clan, more orcs surrounded him, and now, Sara (Abdul-Jabbar's pseudonym) has gradually become the spiritual leader of all the orcs in this prison. As long as Jabbar raises his arms, with his current reputation, these orcs will support him.

However, now is not the time for riots......

"Sarah, you're here today. ”

The orcs surrounded Jabbar in the middle, wanting to learn more about the story of the Snowfall Clan with their companions in front of them. At this time, a guard from the detention center walked in from outside the prison, and the human guard proudly gave the latest order. And this simple order is to ask an orc to enter the arena, and no one knows what fate will greet him.

"Roar. ”

The orcs wanted to roar in response, but Jabbar stopped them. Uncle Orc took the order calmly and rationally. Blood Arena. This is the only purpose for which all orcs are kept here, and one day, all orcs here will accept this fate and be sent to the arena in the center of town, where they will fight the gladiators of all races, or fight the beasts, and the victors will survive and win some well-deserved rewards, and the losers will be splattered with blood on the spot.

At noon, the Blood Arena.

Blindfolded and pulled from the gladiator academy, after an unknown amount of time in a prison cart, Jabbar was taken to the Arena of Calvanas, where he waited in the basement of the arena for his first appearance as a slave gladiator.

Like all scenes in the movie, under the arena, a large number of gladiators gathered at this moment. Most of them are still humans, and only a few are orcs, after all, orcs are not so easy to capture. Although the Calvanas Arena is not the largest, it is the size of half a football field. Thousands of spectators shouted from the stands like a heat wave for the gladiators to get out as soon as possible, they couldn't wait for the feast of blood.

Abdul-Jabbar was assigned to the ten, the last game. The Oros family sent only one orc gladiator from Jabbar, and the rest were all emaciated human gladiators, or just some improvised slaves and death row prisoners, who could not fight at all, but were sent to the arena to be slaughtered.

It was a barbaric and brutal activity, and the first gates had been opened. More than a dozen human gladiators were sent to the slaughterhouse. Deafening cheers began from the overhead auditorium, and it seemed as if the slaughter had begun. Abdul-Jabbar sometimes felt that humans were in some ways more brutal and bloodthirsty than orcs, and the arena was a kind of entertainment that only humans could think of. Orcs also have similar competitive competitions, but they are all small-scale between clans, one-on-one heads-up, and they are fought when the reason does not make sense and must be solved by force. Usually only one or two people are killed, but it resolves irreconcilable contradictions. Avoided more innocent orc bloodshed.

On the other hand, on the human side, this kind of gladiatorial challenge has turned into a kind of entertainment, sending a beast that has been hungry for three days to the arena to fight people, which is simply an act of beasts that are more beastly than beasts.

The athletics began to be in full swing, and for half an hour, an hour, Abdul-Jabbar sat in the arena passage, waiting for the final summons. During this time, the bodies of many human gladiators were carried down the blood arena. Some of them had their limbs mutilated and their thighs cut off, or their arms cut off. Some of them died with a lot of blood, apparently from a large amount of blood loss caused by a sharp knife stabbed into the face. In short, the brutal and bloodthirsty picture is not inferior to any inter-tribal duel......