Time flew.
No matter how brave a warrior was, he would grow old one day.
No matter how glorious a legend was, it would eventually be forgotten.
In Brill City of the Rotterdam Luntiris Forest, it had now become one of the well-known gladiatorial arenas of the Rotterdam Kingdom. There would be cruel and bloody gladiatorial performances every day. There were a total of seven gladiatorial arenas of various sizes, and they were all full every day.
The best gladiatorial performances were naturally in Rotterdam City. However, the one that was slightly inferior was Brill City.
"Now, let us welcome the invincible Orc gladiator who has been undefeated for 88 consecutive matches — the brutal Gussa!"
As the emcee shouted through the sound amplification magic, the enthusiasm of the 5,000 spectators was completely ignited. There were people from all directions, including noble local nobles, big businessmen who had made a lot of money, ordinary citizens who came to gamble and try their luck, and even young girls who were supposed to be knitting in their boudoirs. Everyone was shouting with all their might to vent the enthusiasm in their hearts.
"Gussa! Gussa! Gussa! "
"You have to win! I've bet all my salary for this month on you. "
Accompanied by the sound of heavy metal chains being twisted, a rather young but incredibly strong orc holding a crude stone axe walked out of the dark dungeon and into the arena outside. In front of him was a piece of black land. No matter how many times he tried it, he could not get used to the smell of blood in it.
The blood that had coagulated into sludge had long been mixed with the black soil. There were those of his enemies, his compatriots, and himself.
Be it the cheers of the humans or the smell of blood in the ground, he did not care.
Shrugging his rugged nose, he shifted his gaze to the opposite side.
The emcee's voice sounded again. "And his opponent today is a terrifying creature from the Alterac Snow Mountain that's even more brutal and inhumane than him. Guess what it is!?!"
"Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The huge and powerful creature inside had yet to come out, but it had already become violent under the stimulation of the human voices.
"Bang …"
"Bang … Bang …"
The giant creature had already crazily hit the iron gate, which was as thick as a human's leg.
"Wahhhh!" As the emcee wished, the audience let out a series of exclamations.
There were cries of surprise from young girls, cheers from merchants, and even more gasps.
"Everyone, guess what that is!?" After he had his fill of suspense, the emcee finally roared, "The incomparably powerful Gusa, his opponent today is the Shattered Ridge Snowman King!"
As expected, the audience screamed even louder.
In the eyes of the spectators, this was no longer a normal duel. A terrifying five-meter tall Snowman King against a 2.20-meter tall Orc Warrior. This was a battle between an adult and a baby.
But there was nothing the organizers could do.
Gu Sa was too powerful. In the past three years, he had killed countless opponents. Among the opponents who were slightly close to him, there was no one that Gusa could not kill.
Gussa had won too much, and the gamblers could no longer win much money. Even though the odds had reached 10: 11, the commoners could still make a small profit even if they blindly bet on Gussa to win.
This made the organizers very unhappy. But Gussa was so popular, they could not possibly kill him in private.
This was Gussa's last duel. If he did not die, he could only be sold to Rotterdam City and let a stronger enemy kill him. It was said that there were even demonic creatures in Rotterdam's bloodiest arena.
However, Gussa's master, Viscount Naris, was still disappointed.
Facing the hill-like Snowman King, Gussa was still clean and efficient.
When the Snowman King charged over, he immediately used [Charge] and turned into a shadow. He rushed to the Snowman King's shoulder and used [Thunder Strike] to knock the Snowman King unconscious. Then, he immediately used Whirlwind Slash. After blinding the Snowman King, Gussa dodged the Snowman King's last struggle with an agile little jump. Then, he chopped the Snowman King's neck from the back with his axe.
The Snowman King's head flew off just like that.
Done!
"Ahhhh —" Gussa shouted in Orc language that humans did not understand.
Gussa once again returned to his dark and damp cellar. Just as he sat on his straw bed, a deep voice spoke in Orc language from next door. "You've worked hard, Guyr."
No one knew that Gussa's cellar was located in the deepest part of the underground. There was a secret passage just a wall away. If he wanted to, he could break the wall and leave this place at any time.
"This kind of monster is only enough for me to warm up. Don't humans have any new ideas? "
"Guyr, never underestimate humans. There are many strong humans. "
Gussa did not care about Guyr's title. Instead, he asked, "How many are as strong as you? Orgrim! "
Orgrim? It's actually Orgrim?
Times had changed, and no one would have thought that Orgrim, who was supposed to have died in the underground prison of Rotterdam City, would appear in this small place, and talk to the young Orc called Guyil so discreetly through the wall.
"If you are talking about melee professions, there are at least three."
"Anduin Lothar, Uther the Lightbringer, and Saedan Dathrohan? These are the human powerhouses that I need to pay attention to? "Guyr frowned." Other than the kings of the various countries, they are the most important? "
"No. What I want to tell you today is that, be it the kings of the various countries or these three people, they are all trash compared to the man known as the nemesis of the Orcs and the archenemy of the Horde. Remember the name I told you. Imprint it into the deepest part of your soul. Because … he is the main culprit behind the Horde's defeat in all three wars! "
Hearing this, Guyr's muscles tensed up subconsciously. Even his breathing became lighter.
Orgrim spoke, "His name is Duke Marcus!"
At this moment, near a remote town in the continent of Rotterdam, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Strong winds blew.
Countless bolts of lightning converged. The purplish blue electric snakes twisted and finally carved out a large and standard circle on the ground. It was even rounder than a compass.
The outside of the circle was charred black.
The green grass and yellow soil were all replaced by black.
In the middle of the circle, surprisingly, there was a naked young man. He posed like a statue of The Thinker, although his muscles couldn't be considered fit at all.
He looked like he deserved a beating.
"Who am I?"
"Where am I from?"
"Where am I going?"
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