On this day, the White Cross Arena in Lordaeron was filled with people.
"kill him!"
"Kill that monster!"
"Come on!"
In the ring-shaped arena, every audience member was waving their arms back and forth enthusiastically. Some people were holding gambling rolls that represented their bets, and some people were just trying to be lively by making knife gestures.
In a gladiatorial arena about the size of a basketball court, four gladiators looked at the green-skinned demon in the arena with trembling legs.
The troll was seriously injured, and it looked like he was going to die soon. There were at least four broken spears stuck in his chest.
Although the troll has super strong physical regeneration ability, there are obstacles in the wound and his self-healing power cannot do anything.
At first, the troll's opponents were all small vagabonds and low-class thieves. The troll could easily tear those cowards into pieces with its fighting instinct. As long as the first opponent was killed brutally, most of the remaining ones would scare away on their own.
, or he becomes paralyzed by fear and loses his fighting ability.
Gradually, the audience got tired of watching the one-sided killings, and the arena had to send out more powerful gladiators for the sake of betting.
Nowadays, no matter how much those trolls kill their opponents, the gladiators may be scared or even cry, but no one will retreat or put down their weapons.
"Ahhhhh-" A guy with a bit of a mental breakdown yelled and rushed over brandishing a low-quality iron sword.
Of course, his end was tragic. The Moss Troll knocked off his sword with one hand, grabbed his collar with the other, and bit him.
The ketchup soared into the air.
However, the two of them pounced on each other, attracting the remaining attention of the troll. Although they were knocked away, the third guy with the talent of a thief succeeded.
A dagger slit the troll's neck.
"Ahem...ah——" The troll's vitality is indeed very strong, but it is not invincible. After his throat is cut out, no matter how strong his self-healing power is, he will not be able to exert it.
The two people who had just been knocked away took the opportunity to pounce...
"Hahaha!" When the three bloody guys raised the severed troll head high, the excitement of the audience reached its peak.
"Oh oh oh oh -" they applauded without hesitation.
Only the master of the arena, Ritter Gangplank, was worried: "Damn it, the audience's appetite has been sucked up. Ordinary gladiators are definitely not interested now. The attendance rate is less than 50%, and there are not many people."
Note, but the trolls are almost dead. Is there no one who can bring a large number of troll gladiators?"
At this time, an attendant came over and said a few words, and Ritter suddenly became happy: "Really!?"
"It's the goods from the Duke of Stratholme. He took the line from the Kingdom of Stormwind. I don't know what price he paid. Anyway, the first batch of 120 orcs has been transported to Solidan Farm."
Solidan Farm is the westernmost farm in Tirisfal Glades, close to the sea. It is the fiefdom of Duke Tirisfal. Being there means that Duke Stratholme has reached a happy deal with someone.
To put it bluntly, all the large arenas in the entire city of Lordaeron have the shadow of the great nobles behind them.
Every gladiator is just a pawn.
A large group of slave owners flocked to Solidan Farm. After they paid a high price to buy the orcs who had been fed anesthesia, they couldn't wait to transport the carriages containing the orcs back overnight.
They paid an astronomical price of nearly a hundred gold coins per orc on average.
It was crazy bidding, but they had no choice.
Curious Lordaeron nobles will rush to those arenas with orc gladiators. Arenas without orc slaves will be regarded as rubbish and lose nine blocks in competitiveness.
"As long as tomorrow comes... I will make a fortune!" After entering the city of Lordaeron, on the carriage, while Ritter was smiling from ear to ear, he suddenly encountered an accident and the convoy stopped: "What's going on?
"
The coachman replied: "There is a carriage in front that has overturned."
Ritter stuck his head out and found that it was a quite tragic car accident.
On a branch road that could accommodate two carriages passing side by side, two carriages collided. One horse was killed on the spot, while the other horse had a broken leg and was neighing miserably.
The marble blocks transported by one truck were scattered all over the ground, and the groceries dropped by another truck blocked all the remaining roads. The two truck drivers were quarreling fiercely. The city guard had already arrived, cursing and letting go.
They cleaned up as soon as possible.
When the convoy transporting the orcs turned to another road, it encountered an exploded septic tank in a bathhouse.
"Evil thing." Ritter muttered and asked the convoy to change routes again.
Unknowingly, this huge convoy of fifteen carriages arrived at King Street.
At this time, a palace dance was ending, and more than thirty carriages of nobles were walking down the street.
Of course, they couldn't compete with the nobles and stop on the side of the road obediently.
Just as the Duke of Andorhal's carriage passed by, something terrible happened!
"Roar--"
It was an inhuman roar, a wild and heroic roar that easily reminded people of the wilderness of ten thousand years.
That was an era when trolls were dominant, and it was also an era when humans drank hair and blood.
An orc in a cage woke up unexpectedly.
The terrifying devil's blood burned fiercely in his body, spreading to every corner of his body as the blood circulated at high speed.
When he realized that he was being held captive, he went berserk.
"Ouch, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Accompanied by an inarticulate roar, the muscles in his limbs swelled rapidly. Synchronized with the swelling of the muscles was a terrifying force unimaginable to mortals.
"Clang!"
Crisp crackle!
Thick iron shackles as thick as a thumb were easily broken!
This violent orc removed the iron bars of the cage in just a few clicks and began his killing spree.
"Seize it! Don't kill it!" Ritter was panicking, but he still gave the order to capture him alive.
In his eyes, the orcs are walking Arathor gold coins!
This stupid order cost the lives of several of his guards.
The stick on the green head was easily broken. The orc grabbed a guard's head and pulled out the unlucky guy's head and a large section of his spine from his body like a carrot.
This scene was so bloody that the Duchess of Andorhal, who happened to open the curtains of the carriage out of curiosity, fainted on the spot.
If this was just an orc causing trouble, perhaps the commotion would be quickly quelled.
But the violent roar of the orcs suddenly awakened more orcs. These monsters, stimulated by the power of demon blood, became extremely powerful and easily killed the encircling arena bodyguards and the rushing city guards.
A killing spree on the streets.
"guard!"
"Guard——"
"Help! There's a monster!"
The wide and beautiful long street suddenly became a mess, and the beautiful marble floor was smeared with blood.
