Azeroth Trail of Light

Feralas, this is a rare area in South Kalimdor that is almost 100% covered by forest. It is located in the desolate place of centaur and the center of Thousand Needles currently occupied by the tauren of the horror totem. Farther south of Ras, is the Silithus Desert. Of course, there is a sprawling majestic mountain range between the two. In the center of that mysterious mountain range, there are some rare terrains.

Dick knew at least that there were some Tollians in that place, and the ghost knew how they climbed the mountains to get there, but a small town of Tollians did appear in the game, and there was also a small OSS that dropped rare mounts. , Of course, there is definitely no such thing in the real world. Even if it exists, it is not worth letting Dick travel far away.

After officially resigning the title of the Northern Earl and other secular titles, Dick finally felt relaxed. He took his lover and followers, walked briskly in the quiet woods of Feralas, carrying weapons. Dass, the dragon man with the big parcel, and Demetril, the green dragon who is always inseparable with Dass, who also likes to quarrel, and Moam the Obsidian Destroyer, who is used as a mount by Jaina, sits in the Kodo full of goods. On the back of the beast, she was holding a book and reading with gusto, and finally was the werewolf girl who hadn't seen it for a long time.

Verinde is now in the form of a night elf. She sits diagonally on the back of the white dire wolf Harleken, turning into a small light dot with wings. Lord Anvina sits on Verinde's shoulders, her legs crossed. Taste the fruit in your hand, and make a satisfied hum from time to time.

A stranger apparently mingled in this strange team. He was riding a white chocobo decorated with various jewels, holding a golden lyre in his hand, closing his eyes slightly, and plucking one hand on the strings. Moving, beautiful music swayed out of it.

It is like those troubadours who are hidden, and this guy is dressed like the most orthodox troubadours.

It was Kael'thas, the Sun King rarely played a trick, and handed all the political affairs to his ministers. He left a letter and followed Dick and his party to South Carolina. Limdor, according to him, wanted to regain the passion of traveling the world. According to Dick's idea, this guy is simply too idle.

The country established by the longevity species is always in order. Unless there is a major event like the invasion of the undead, the king is often just a symbol, just like Tyrande. The priestess of the moon does not manage the Kaldorei very much. Political affairs, spend most of the day in the Moon Temple and communicate with Elune.

Generally speaking, this has something to do with the lazy personality they have developed over a long period of time.

After a piece of music, Kael'thas put away his lyre, moved his shoulders, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then looked at Dick.

"Are you sure you can conceal the Kaldorei sentinels this way? I can feel no fewer than 7 sentries following us."

Having said this, the Sun King looked back at the jungle that was not abnormal at all, and said,

"Well, now it has nine people."

Dick with a pipe in his mouth shook his head, his dull voice sounded in the smoke.

"I haven't thought about hiding those Kaldorei. They have been here for 7000 years, and General Shandris Feathermoon, who is said to be Tyrande's adopted daughter, a hero who really survived the War of the Ancients. , One of the strongest hunters in the world, it is impossible to hide from them here."

"However, I'm here to participate in the Doommaul Gladiator Contest. It is a grand event in the dark world. Do they even want to stop this?"

"Wait, you said the gladiator contest?"

An expression of interest flashed across Kael'thas’ face, “It sounds interesting. In Dalaran, I heard that there were established gladiators in Outland, most of them were orcs. A brief pursuit of blood and glory, why, does Azeroth also have these **** matches?"

"Bloody? No, that's not **** to describe it."

Dick shrugged, looked back at Darth who was arguing with Demetrius, and shouted.

"Hi, Das, here you have participated in the Gladiator Contest. Let me introduce to His Majesty the Sun King."

Hearing Dick’s shout, the dragon man curled his lips to Demi triumphantly, and did not go to Dick’s side, and said loudly in the team,

"I participated in the Gladiator Tournament in Stranglethorn Vale. In the Gurubashi Arena, I won three consecutive championships in those years. They called me "The Ripper". That was a glorious time. But speaking of it , Gurubashi Arena is not a real gladiator contest. It was organized by goblins to cheat money. There are only three real gladiator contests, the blood mallet and blood ring of Outland, and Feralas’ Doom Hammer, this is the real golden gladiator contest."

These things that have been circulated in the dark world are probably not known to the people present except Das. These anecdotes quickly aroused the interest of other people, and even Liadrin put down the books in her hands. , Curiously watching Das talk endlessly.

"But even so, Gurubashi Arena can attract many real gladiators to participate every year. It is very competitive and enjoyable. The winning team can get at least 5 gold coins and many enviable rewards, but each In 2015, that arena can bring at least 30 or more income to goblins, bah, those profiteers!"

Das probably thought of the bad experience and couldn't help but cursed, but soon introduced the information of the Gladiator Contest to others.

"But really powerful gladiators don’t look down on the Gurubashi Arena, a place that sells dog meat. They usually spend all their energy on the three major gladiator contests, the Blood Mallet and the Blood Ring Arena every year. A league, but I heard that the place is controlled by the slave owners of orcs and ogres. It is difficult for foreigners to get ahead. The Doom Gavel once every two years is different. It was brought about by the invasion of orcs more than 20 years ago. Custom, there are so many different kinds of gladiators involved in the Maul of Doom. I even heard that there are some dragons who hone their skills and imprisoned demons in the competition. It is truly fair, and the rewards and glory of winning are beyond imagination."

Speaking of this, the Dragon Man pursed his lips, a trace of yearning flashed in his eyes, he said,

"It’s hard for us people in the light world to imagine the glory of the Doom Maul Gladiator Contest champion. There is no king in the dark world, but if we have to choose one, the day when the Doom Maul closes every two years, The person who stands on the highest point is the king in everyone’s hearts, because he is the strongest! The real strongest! Strong enough to convince everyone, and the Dire Maul Gladiator Contest is very cruel. Up to now, almost no one can win a streak, which is why the Doommaul Gladiator Competition is getting more and more prosperous. It is cruel and fair."

Darth glanced at the expressions of the people around him, and then said,

"Don’t believe me, do you know why the Assassin League’s power has grown in recent years? It’s because from the first quarter of the Dire Maul Gladiator Contest to the present, that’s the only one who can win 10 consecutive games. The three-seat forces and they have won the championship twice, which proves their strength. The dark world does not have so many rules. The strong is king, and frankly speaking."

The dragon man glanced at the thoughtful Sun King,

"Frankly speaking, even if our Majesty the Sun King, who is the strongest among us, throws into the arena, he may not be able to win the championship. This world is very big. If you say it is not good, you will jump to a blockbuster guy and say Get up, there seems to be a family among the elves of Quel'Thalas that is very famous in the dark world, Sangunar, have you heard of your Majesty?"

This question made Kael'thas frowned.

"Sanggunarqing is very loyal to the Sunstrider family, but to be honest, I really don’t know that they are still connected to the dark world. The ruler of Quel'Thalas doesn’t care much about the family affairs of his ministers, as long as it doesn’t affect The operation of the country, what they like to do is their own business. And in terms of activities such as gladiatorial contests, I think my people may not be interested."

"It's hard to say, Your Majesty."

Das grinned and rubbed his hands, revealing an extremely ridiculous expression, "Sometimes, in order to attract more gladiators to participate, those slave owners will come up with a lot of weird and precious things, especially for you. For the mage, many rare things will appear in the prizes of the gladiatorial contest, and there is another reason why the maul of doom is famous. The winner can take everything from the loser unconditionally. Life is just the most basic thing. If a strong man like you has an enemy, I think Dire Maul is a good arena."

Kael'thas just chuckled and shook his hand when he heard this. When it comes to wealth, he can almost laugh at everyone in Azeroth. When it comes to hatred, the Sun King rubbed his chin and sighed regretfully. After a sigh of relief, it is estimated that Alsace will not come to participate in any gladiatorial contest.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind having a break with Arthas in this battlefield where the winner has everything and the loser loses everything.

But the Sun King quickly reflected, he looked at Dick with weird eyes.

"Speaking of it, you just said that you are going to participate in the Gladiator Contest. With your current situation, is it really going to be the next game?"

Dick froze for a moment, then laughed blankly.

"Of course not. Although I have two invitation letters in my hand, I know my own situation well. We will be a spectator and wait until the end of the contest, and then go to the Dire Maul to find the Sindra That's it, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, even if Shandris Feather Moon comes, it will be difficult to find us."

"and many more!"

After hearing Dick’s words, Das hurriedly yelled, so that everyone's eyes were on him, and the dragon man’s expression became serious.

"My lord, if you really have an invitation letter in your hand, and it's a gladiator invitation letter, you may have to be careful. According to the rules of Dire Maul, even if you don't participate in the game, you will be regarded as a gladiator as long as you are present. Generally speaking, it is not allowed to challenge such unintentionally fighting gladiators. In the face of challenges, you can also choose to refuse, but it is difficult to say whether there is a conspiracy. If there is, you may have to play due to certain circumstances ."

Darth's voice fell, and Dick's relaxed expression became serious. He didn't believe in coincidence anymore, so he was certain that this time the Gladiator Contest would not be too peaceful.

The Paladin rubbed his teeth. The feeling of being surrounded by conspiracy would not be very good, but he looked at Kael'thas, who was relaxing next to him and began to basking in the sun, and couldn't help laughing.

"Then, His Majesty the Sun King, are you interested in forming a team with me?"

On the other side, while Dick and others were slowly advancing towards the Doom Maul, Anduin, who followed Lao Chen, had entered the area near the Doom Maul’s arena, curiously looked at everything around him, everywhere. It's human!

It is no exaggeration. Guys with different dresses and different races are not good people at first glance. They are camping in this deliberately leveled area, and there are goblin merchants pushing carts selling all kinds of things nearby. The hustle and bustle of the crowd makes this place look full of weird vitality.

It also gave Anduin and Mediian next to him have a kind of real adventure fun. The two guys seemed to feel that their eyes were not enough, and the decoration on their bodies made them the targets of many three hands, but there are Old Chen was here, all these guys held their wrists and moaned or wailed and fled.

Until this weird combination came to their camp, Anduin looked back with a sense of feeling. A tall, black-haired human gladiator with two swords had just turned into the opposite corner of the wall, and there was another one beside him. A slender high elf.

The familiar back made Anduin couldn't help but yell.

"Father!"

"what?"

Old Chen glanced back at Anduin. The latter scratched his head, and said embarrassingly, "It's nothing, Uncle Chen, I just saw...a person very much like my father."

Median laughed and pushed Anduin, "Come on, Little Anduin, Your Majesty Varian is now in Stormwind City. He won't come to such a place, you must be dazzled."

Anduin also felt that he was dazzled. According to his father’s current character, he would never come to this kind of place, so the little prince sighed in sorrow and followed Old Chen into the tent, but the next moment, Lagosh's figure flashed out from the corner, and Valera looked at the gladiators patrolling left and right with some curiosity, and asked softly,

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh... it's nothing, I just... just feel that there was a very special person here just now, right there, like... like someone connected to my blood, maybe I think too much, let's go, watts Layla, let's go to Rega, it's time to sign up."