The Durnholde Orc Arena, the Gurubashi Arena in Stranglethorn Vale, and the Dire Maul Ogre Arena are also known as the three major arenas in Azeroth.
It is not uncommon for orcs to become gladiators, but only Durnholde's gladiators are dominated by orcs. Because of the influence of the Dove of Peace, only Lieutenant Blackmoore dared to openly train orcs.
It was a sunny day and the auditorium of the arena was packed with people.
The weather was perfect for gladiatorial combat, with spirits igniting the faces of the audience. From under Blackmore's simple awning, you could see the exclusive boxes of the royal families of the Seven Kingdoms.
Although Lordaeron regards Lieutenant Blackmoore as a butcher, Lordaeron's exclusive royal box is the largest, fully twice the size of the Stormwind box opposite.
Blackmore knew that King Terenas had visited more than once to cheer for his favorite gladiator.
It's just that magic has obscured this area, like a layer of fog, making it unknown to outsiders.
It is hard to imagine that Lordaeron, which is in the midst of severe famine, can spend large sums of gold coins on bets.
After Blackmoore sat down, the enthusiastic voices of people floated into his ears, and Medivh's butler Moros sat beside him.
"Final confirmation." Blackmore said with a serious expression: "Ashkandi, is he really strong enough? Today is his special event. I have arranged for him the ultimate challenge of ten consecutive gladiatorial fights."
Moros smiled and said: "For others, it is the limit, but for Ashkandi, huh, it can only be regarded as a warm-up."
Blackmoore frowned fiercely, thought for a long time and said: "If his strength is terrifying, I hope he can show a more difficult performance, like Medivh personally coming off the field. Although he can win easily, it is definitely not exciting and one-sided.
The crushing will not interest the audience."
"Do you need a wonderful performance?" Moros smiled with satisfaction: "I can see that you are very attentive, I will arrange it right away."
Moros went down to give some instructions and came back soon, nodding to Blackmoore.
Gladiators are usually unruly and it is rare to meet a reasonable one. Blackmore is looking forward to this wonderful performance.
There was a commotion in the audience, but it ended quickly. Blackmore knew that a certain royal member of the Seven Kingdoms had arrived and entered the exclusive box.
"Who's coming?" Blackmore asked.
The female adjutant lowered her head and said, "King Gilneas."
Blackmore laughed and scolded: "This cunning old man has scolded me countless times as a ungrateful and evil thief, but he is more interested in gladiatorial combat than anyone else."
Immediately afterwards, people from the royal families of the Seven Kingdoms arrived one after another, and even the Alterac box, which was always empty, had a few pairs of eyes staring at the arena.
What's rare is that King Terenas and King Varian came to support the event in person. In order to cover up the incident, they used magic to teleport directly to the exclusive box.
Blackmoore glanced at Moros, who smiled faintly and said, "This is all what Lord Medivh requested."
Terenas, Varian, Greymane, and the three kings were present in person, and it was difficult for Ashkandi not to cause a sensation.
Suddenly there were exclamations in the audience, and the women's screams were mixed with the men's exclamations, and people's eyes were unconsciously attracted.
Blackmore looked at the entrance of the auditorium and saw a group of exquisite-looking guards lined up in a neat queue. Under the gorgeous parasol, a handsome young man with brilliant blond hair walked into the auditorium with a confident smile, and his long ears told
Everyone, he is an elf.
"Prince Kael'thas." Blackmoore took a deep breath.
The high elves of Silvermoon City saw the barbaric and bloody massacre from their perspective and were afraid to avoid it. Who would have thought that Prince Kael'thas would come to visit with great fanfare.
There is no doubt that it must be Medivh's request.
"I didn't prepare a seat for him." Blackmoore smiled bitterly and could only order the guards to open up a place specifically for Kael'thas and his party.
The gladiatorial battle officially began, initially as a warm-up match.
The two young orcs who appeared were newcomers to the gladiator field. The battle was not fierce. Within a few rounds, one of the orcs had his right arm cut off.
Then came the official gladiatorial fight. An iron cage was raised in the center of the arena, and people's breathing gradually became heavier.
The goblin host shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Exciting cage fight, no one can escape, only bloodthirsty killing, retreat means death, cheer as much as you like, let us invite the cruel murderer king, the terrifying gladiator who once killed one hundred and thirty orcs,
The invincible Dark Lord, the Minotaur gladiator Homan Ironhoof."
A sturdy black-haired tauren stepped into the iron cage, holding a giant blood-red scythe. The scythe made of all metal was extremely heavy. The tauren were one of the few races that could use such a heavy weapon.
Homan Ironhoof was shirtless, raising his scythe and cheering to the audience. He once had a glorious record of winning against five orcs.
Blackmore smiled slightly and said: "Homan Ironhoof is the political enemy of the tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof. Kane Bloodhoof sent me a large sum of gold coins a few days ago and told me that he must die. I must remind him that he
His strength is very strong, even Kane Bloodhoof was no match for him when he was young."
Moros said easily: "It's not enough to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
"The person I invite below is today's challenger, the Wilderness Hunter of Night Town, Ashkandi..."
The goblin host choked and didn't know how to continue speaking. Two figures, one large and one small, appeared at the other entrance of the iron cage.
"Why two." Blackmore was confused.
Moros said in embarrassment: "Ashkandi insisted on bringing his brother."
Blackmore muttered: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It would have greatly reduced the excitement."
The goblin host reacted quickly and added: "Ashkandi and his slaves, the battle begins, cheers, who is the final winner."
With a calm expression, Ashkandi took off the red giant sword from his back and handed it to Aigureya, then walked towards the tauren Homan Ironhoof with his bare hands.
"What did I see?" the goblin host shouted in a shrill voice: "Fighting the terrifying Dark Lord with bare hands, has this newcomer given up?"
Homan's iron hoofs stamped hard on the ground, roaring in a low voice. The space in the iron cage was small, only enough to move around, which was very suitable for heavy weapons such as scythes.
Ashkandi stepped forward without realizing it. Homan Ironhoof smiled sarcastically, rounded his sickle and pounced on Ashkandi.
The blood-red scythes were like turbulent waves. Ashkandi's face remained normal, and he simply dodged. Every time the scythes happened to pass by him, like a tenacious boat in the storm, it always stood firm.
The cheers from the audience were overwhelming. Homan Ironhoof seemed to have an absolute advantage, but he knew that all his actions were seen through by his opponents.
With the huge consumption of physical strength, Homan Ironhoof's breathing gradually became heavier and heavier, and the metal sickle became heavier and heavier.
Seeing this, Ashkandi took a step forward, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
This is a dangerous distance. Although the heavy scythe is not suitable for hand-to-hand combat, the tauren do not only use weapons.
Sure enough, Homan Ironhoof threw away the sickle, his eyes were blood red, his hair stood on end, he let out an earth-shattering roar, and rushed towards Ashkandi.
"Interesting, the tauren can also be violent." Moros smiled: "This will make him die with more dignity."