As the owner of the arena, he naturally hoped that the gladiatorial matches would not stop throughout the year, but it was obvious that this was impossible.
Rich people could not possibly stay here 365 days a year. Similarly, gladiators would also have injuries and need to rest. Magic could temporarily heal wounds, but it was impossible to replenish lost blood or repair deeper injuries. Most wounds could only be healed with time.
Staying in a place like Feralas that was filled with blood and violence would only prevent the gladiators from getting enough rest. Hence, according to the rules of the Hammer of Misfortune, the remaining gladiators would be sent somewhere to recuperate after the final gladiator champions emerged every winter.
As a famous slave owner of the arena, Lega was very close to the Taurens of Thunder Cliff. Hence, after this season's gladiatorial matches ended, he would send his victorious teams to Thunder Cliff as usual.
"These are magic shackles. Apart from preventing you from leaving the carriage, you can maintain a certain amount of freedom," Lega instructed before he left.
In the spacious carriage, William, Valilla, and Broll could get almost any delicacy they wanted. During the journey, as long as they had a request, they just had to instruct the escorts, and someone would rush over to fulfill it.
This was because behind their chariot, which looked like an Azeroth version of a cash carrier, there were two other chariots, both filled with food and drinks.
Broll Bearskin took a sip of nectar. "What a pity! This isn't true freedom. "
Valilla's eyes flickered, and she waved the magic shackles on her wrists. "Lega won't give us a chance. These are top-grade magic shackles. Unless the two legendary Breaking Dawn Archmages, Duque and Rhonin, ordinary Radiant Moon Wizards can't break them by force. Sigh, we're his cash cow. Let's think about how we're going to defend our title next year. "
"Duque?!" William shuddered when he heard this name. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He raised his head abruptly. "Valeera, say the names of those two Breaking Dawn Wizards again!"
"Rhonin."
"No! The former one! "William was extremely nervous.
"Duque! The strongest human wizard, Breaking Dawn Archmage Duke Marcus! What's wrong? Logosh? "
"Heavens! I remember this name! That's right! I have a very deep impression of this name. "Varian covered his head with both hands.
"Of course, we all have an impression of him because he was a legendary hero and commander of the Alliance, even though he went missing." Brol said.
"No, the latest news is that he has just returned, at the end of December." As a Thief, Valeera's ears were sharper, but …
"I don't think Duque's return will affect our fate in any way, so I didn't say anything."
Broll nodded in agreement at Valeera's words.
"No! That's not it! That Duque and I aren't strangers who look up to each other but don't know each other. My heart told me that I knew him! I have a very close relationship with Duke Marcus. That's right! He was above his friends. Oh, my son's Christian name is also Duque. Wait a minute! My son? I have a son?! "
The throbbing that came from the deepest part of his soul triggered a certain nerve in William. He was like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert, suddenly grasping his last hope. That was an oasis in his soul that could save him.
Even after so many years of hard work as a gladiator, the battles between life and death did not destroy him, was because William longed to be able to recover his memories and find his life.
This was the only pillar of support he had when he was in the most pain and lost.
Now, it was as if he had unraveled the fog and found his direction. How could William not be overjoyed?!
"You have a son?!" Valeera and Broll were shocked at the same time, then overjoyed.
"Have you recovered your memories?" Valeera asked in surprise.
"No, I …" William was at a loss again, but his intuition, which had been honed from countless battles in the gladiator arena, felt that his judgment was not wrong. "I didn't recall everything, but I feel that after I find that Duke Marcus, I will remember more things."
"It's not difficult to find him. He's the Grand Duke of Stormwind …"
Valeera was only halfway through her sentence when William was touched again.
"Stormwind City?! Yes! I remember something again. I remember Stormwind City! It's a city of alternating blue and white. My God! Tell me about Stormwind City … "
Night Elf Broll was completely clueless about Stormwind City, but Valeera was different. She could be considered a Blood Elf.
After Arthas destroyed Cuel Salas and polluted the Sunwell, she was ostracized by her people because she could barely belong to Prince Kael 'thas' faction. In addition, the entire Long Song Forest was in a mess. Valeera, who had lost confidence in her hometown, began her wandering life, which was why she was caught and became a slave gladiator.
Before that, if there were any major events in the High Elves' society that would not change for thousands of years, the biggest would be Duque seducing the Ranger General Aurelia.
From then on, Duque, who was a Human Duke from the southernmost part of the continent, Stormwind, entered the sights of the High Elves.
Valeera knew a lot about Stormwind City.
As she explained, William's eyes lit up.
Then, the Iron Triangle of the gladiator arena decided on an escape plan. They were prepared to find a way to escape to the only human territory on this continent, Theramore. Finally, they would find a way to find a ship that was willing to ferry them back to Stormwind City …
They waited for four whole days before they found an opportunity.
The Feralas region could not directly reach Mogaure's Thunder Cliff. The safer way was to go east through the Thousand Needles, then north to the southern part of the Barrenlands, and finally west to the peaceful and lush Mogaure region.
In the Thousand Needle Forest, Broll thought of a way to attract a large pack of wolves, and very coincidentally, he also accidentally attracted an even more powerful Rare Elite Wyvern, Hatras.
While the guards were in chaos, William forcefully smashed the magical formation on the roof of the carriage with his sword despite the recoil of his magic.
Fortunately, the magic formation had not been repaired for a long time, so the backlash was not too strong. Otherwise, William's right arm would have been blown off.
On a stone pillar in the Thousand Needles that looked like a tall tower, Duke and Jaina quietly watched the trio who had snatched three horses and charged forward, killing their way through the forest and leaving a trail of blood behind them.
"Why did you go through so much trouble?" Jaina asked.
"Young people! Only when you fight for it with your life will you learn to cherish it. "
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