"We've won! Haha! " Valla put her arm around William's shoulder without hesitation, happily drinking the wine that they normally wouldn't see.
That was a fine High Elves wine from the Quel 'Thalas era. Now that Sin' dorei was being rebuilt, the supply of all luxury goods was suspended, so this fine wine called 'Sadira' could be said to be a rare treasure.
"We're the champions!" Broll was also very excited. He raised a large cup of nectar. Ever since he had been imprisoned as a gladiator slave, he had not tasted anything that fit the teachings of the Druids for a long time.
Every day, it was either hard black bread that could knock one's teeth off, or barbecued meat that tasted barbaric. Yes! It was leftovers from the previous night.
Now that they were the champions, their damned master, Raiga, was finally treating them better.
"Yo, John Doe. Oh, no, we should call you Rogosh now! My dear Rogosh, why are you still so sad? Is it because we haven't regained our freedom? "Valla comforted William." It's okay! Raiga may be a bastard, but at least he supports us in making money. If we can defend our title in the next tournament, we'll have enough money to redeem ourselves. "
"Yes, that's right." Broll also comforted William. He even tugged on the kryptonite collar around his neck that symbolized his status as a slave.
Their current master, Raiga Earthfury, was born in Draenor.
When he was young, his clan was wiped out by the Ogres during the war. Raiga was captured and trained as a warrior.
As a powerful warrior, Raiga and the Orc army passed through the Black Gate and participated in the invasion of Azeroth. He was eventually captured. After escaping from the captive camp, he became a gladiator, and after earning money to redeem himself, he became a slave owner.
He used his savings to purchase an Orc warrior from the Blackrock clan, Blood-eye Redfist, a Night Elf druid, Broll Bearmantle, and theoretically a Blood Elf thief, Valila Sanguinar. They were active in famous arenas such as the Hammer of Misfortune and the Ring of Blood.
After Blood-Eye died in battle, he began to look for a new gladiator. Thus, he picked up William, who was unconscious on the beach of Durotar.
Faced with his companions' consolation, William smiled bitterly. "No! I'm not in the least worried about freedom. I'm just still confused. Even though I won the gladiatorial championship, I still can't remember who I am … "
Memory loss was a rather unsolvable problem, and Valeera and Broll did not have a good solution either. They could only console William. "You will have the chance to get your memories back in the future."
At the same time, Rhaegar Earthfury was reveling in his private room.
"Hahaha! Money! So much money! I knew that they would become my cash cow! Hahahaha! " Lega laughed wildly, dumping dozens of chests of gold coins on the floor of the room, rolling on the ground a few times before excitedly rushing to the bed and hugging a very beautiful orc girl in his eyes.
The orc girl's clothes were half exposed, and her eyes were already flirtatious.
Just as he was about to celebrate with the Orc girl, a terrible sound of destruction came from the wall behind him.
"Huo!" It wasn't a loud sound, but the wall behind him was suddenly blasted open by the flames, and a four-meter-tall, three-meter-wide 'door' appeared!
It wasn't an explosion, but an ultra-high-temperature flame that instantly burned the wall made of hard granite into ashes. Only dust and some glass-like melts were left on the ground.
A beautiful black-haired female thief and an equally beautiful Radiant Moon Elven Wizard entered. They were obviously very powerful, but they wore maid uniforms and walked through the door first.
When the female Elven Wizard walked past, a visible frost aura spread rapidly on the ground, extinguishing the heat wave brought about by the flames in an instant. Then, she used the frost elements to condense a dazzling white carpet on the ground.
They were carrying magic lanterns that were gold and red that were not sold on the market, and were obviously from the royal family of Cuel Salas. They stood on the left and right sides of the room.
Then, a young human man in a blue and white mage robe walked into the room with a blonde human mage wearing a crown and the same blue and white robe.
"Hello! I'm Duque! I'm Duke Marcus. Next to me is Queen Jaina Proudmoore. "
Actually, Lega could recognize Duque even if he didn't introduce himself.
As an old warrior who had experienced the first and second battles at the Dark Portal and fought against Duque many times, Lega would recognize Duque's demon-like face that had sent millions of Orcs to hell.
Pushing away the Orc woman in his arms who was so frightened that she couldn't speak, Lega rolled off the bed pathetically and knelt on the spot.
He was no longer the brave and fearless warrior of the past. His previous life as a captive and a gladiator had taught him what respect and obedience was.
Duke Marcus was recognized by both the Alliance and the Horde as the strongest person in the Alliance. He was the commander of the Alliance, the Storm Duke, and a man with power that could overturn the world.
Why would such a man come here to find a small slave master like him?
At this thought, Lega suddenly remembered the amnesiac young warrior who had just made a lot of money for him.
"Do you know who you've imprisoned and used as a slave gladiator?"
"I … I don't know …" Lega knelt on the ground, shaking his head non-stop. He had guessed a little, but he definitely couldn't admit it, because once he did, he would definitely die.
"Gorosh is the king of the Stormwind Kingdom, Varian Wrynn, whom I serve!" As the angry voice fell, Lega was sent flying by a powerful arcane impact, and he was imprinted on the wall.
The surging bluish-purple magic was like a solid substance, suppressing him as if it wanted to press his whole body into the granite wall.
"No … Spare me … Spare … me …" Lega was in a difficult situation.
He never would have thought that his money tree was a big pit. He had actually picked up a king to be his slave!
It was fine if he was a slave. If he hadn't been discovered and was secretly sent back, it would have been a great achievement.
Now everything was over!
The strongest mortal in the world, Duke Marcus, had come to find him.
Lega was so scared that he almost sh * t himself.
Just when he thought he was going to die for sure, the magic that was pouring into his body suddenly disappeared.
Duque's voice rang in his ears again, "You should go to hell without a doubt. But seeing that you've made Varian grow to my surprise, I'll give you one last chance. I need you to put on a show for me … "
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