Azeroth Trail of Light

The scale of the Dire Maul Gladiator Contest is much larger than Dick imagined.

Before he really came to the Maul of Doom, he thought it would be good to have a few thousand people in the sky, but after the Maul of Doom, he realized that he might have some mistakes in understanding the concept of the dark world.

If there were really only a few thousand people, then it would not be called a "world" at all. In the ruins in front of me, there may be more than 2 people crowded.

Even the well-informed Sun King, holding his gorgeous chocobo, frowned and looked at the bustling crowd in front of him. Obviously, this ruler didn't like this chaotic and lively scene.

Dick tilted his head and looked at it for a few minutes, and finally shook his head, and gave the invitation letter to Dass. This dragon man had been in the dark world for many years, and he was the only insider here. The dragon man took the invitation. , Led Demetril into the crowd in front of him, this guy arbitrarily squeezed everyone in front of him, those villains would naturally not give way, but when he looked back, he saw the black one on his back. After the obsidian giant sword still flowing with magma, he weighed his own weight, and finally chose to get away cleverly.

Das is right. In this horrible place, power is the naked king, and friendliness can only be bullied.

"See those ruined walls? That is the periphery of Azeroth. Unfortunately, it was abandoned by the Sin'dorei a long time ago. It is now occupied by ogres. Those idiots have established the only one of Azeroth in this category. The Ogre Kingdom, Gordok, they elected a king and even has a complete political system, but unfortunately, Gordok has been established for nearly 1,000 years, but he still hasn't been able to deal with other forces around him."

The Paladin touched his chin and looked at the piles of bones that were placed in front of the ruins by the ogres to frighten people. "This is probably because they always eat the messengers sent by other forces. Those The guy has lost many of the legacy of the orthodox ogre magic empire, and has truly become a beast that stalks and drinks blood."

"This sounds really barbaric. When I traveled the world, I didn't go deep into the area ruled by Kaldorei in order not to cause trouble. Now it seems that I missed a lot of interesting things. But speaking of it, you really Is it sure that the ancestors of these dumb guys built a huge empire?"

Kael'thas took out an exquisite monocle from his arms and clasped it on his left eye, while observing the ruined carvings, he asked casually.

"Of course, I have no doubt about this. If you have seen those magic slabs secreted by ogres, you will know that their rune magic is not much simpler than your elemental magic, but it is said that it is actually mixed. Part of the shamanic knowledge is in the special system. In short, I am not a mage, and I don't know this too well."

Dick and Kael'thas stood together, and the two discussed the ruins not far in front of them from a very professional perspective.

He is not wearing combat armor, but like Kael'thas, wearing traveler's robes, looking like two wealthy, come to see the lively rich disciples, especially when they are surrounded by beautiful faces. In the case of women, this maverick team was quickly spotted by some guys with bad eyesight.

But this did not actually interrupt the discussion between Dick and Kael'thas, because after the first idiot who had the courage to stretch out his hand was bitten off by two black wolves that sprang out of the wilderness, it sprayed The blood stains and howls became the most conspicuous features of this team.

"Don't mess with us!"

This subtext is more useful than anything in this ghost place, but the unlucky wailing made Dick turn his head. He frowned and looked at the thief who was lying on the ground with his broken arm rolling, and said something in a low voice.

"Let him shut up, and, clean it up, it looks weird."

Velind deeply agreed, but the quiet night elves would naturally not do such things on their own. She leaned on the back of the Kodo and waved her hands casually. There were four or five irons that Philast had had. The maned wolf ran over from the wilderness and dragged the unlucky ghost all the way to the wilderness. Jaina snapped her fingers and summoned a sea elemental with green water flowing all over her body. The elemental creature walked a few times on the ground. Circle, wipe the blood stains clean.

In this scene, the surrounding colleagues were sweating coldly. Within an hour, the news of the arrival of "a ruthless character team capable of summoning beasts" spread throughout the periphery of the arena, except for those lunatics and thieves who thought they were highly skilled. Besides, no one would disturb Dick and his group's rest anymore, which seemed like a good thing.

The invitation letter sent to Dick through a special channel is a rare thing. The dark world leaders responsible for hosting the Dire Maul Gladiator Competition are very clear about the meaning of this invitation letter, which means that at least one of them has a similar status. The big shots came here, but when Dick and Kael'thas were guided by the polite succubus maid into the cleanest camp in the ruined city, those "eyes" who were observing in the dark were still frightened. Jump.

Blood Earl and Sun King!

The news of the arrival of these two great gods quickly spread behind the scenes, so Dick and Kael'thas kept receiving "messengers" that night until midnight.

Even though he was the proud Sun King, he probably understood the energy of the dark world at this time, which made him faintly frightened. The undercurrent under the light of Azeroth was much larger than he thought.

However, this episode did not affect the normal competition process. According to the previous competition mode, the first three days were divided into five small arenas in the ruined city. After these three days, participants from all over the world and even other worlds would participate. The gladiators in the game will be directly wiped out by nine out of ten, and then a five-day real game will begin. At that time, the real highlight will be held in the Doom Maul Arena.

This large arena built by the ancient high-level elves is extremely strong to this day, and it is the largest arena in Azeroth, and it can be used as the main venue for this event.

The undercurrent surging this night, every time before the start of the game, the dark world must be stabbed in the back, which is almost a part of their lives. According to the rumors that Das did not know where he heard it, it is said that before the start of each competition That night, at least one-twentieth of the gladiators disappeared inexplicably. The next day there will be many "lucky guys" who will enter the second round without fighting. Naturally, there will be no more places to go for those missing guys. said.

However, this kind of cleverness is not needed after the real game starts. Gladiators who can enter the semi-finals will be closely protected by the big brothers. They often place heavy bets on these gladiators, which is difficult for ordinary people. The imaginary bet will even directly determine the decline and rise of a power. In that case, the stunned young people who dare to provoke and unite often will not survive one night.

Early the next morning, the preliminaries started. Dick and Kael'thas, as heavyweight VIPs, are always accompanied by a servant from a big boss. This can save them a lot of unnecessary troubles, since they are here. Although the Gladiator Contest has other goals, Dick and Kael'thas don’t mind to appreciate the highest level of Azeroth’s competition. Anyway, there are five full days before their agreed hands-on time. Relax. It is also excellent.

Kael'thas strolled with the succubus attendants to watch the game early in the morning. Dick got up a little later, but when he got up, he was the only one left in the camp, Jaina and Leah. Delin and Villinde, Anvina-sama have already gone to watch the excitement. Women's nature determines that they like all the excitement.

Das and Demi have been busy with their own affairs a long time ago. The dragon people have always regretted that they had not participated in the Dire Maul Gladiator Contest. This time they finally came over, how can they have fun, so they pulled De Mi signed up, and the first game should have started now.

Dick walked out of the camp slowly with the scepter of Orsis, and saw a well-dressed succubus maid standing outside his camp. He felt that the succubus was somewhat familiar, and he took a closer look. It was discovered that it was the succubus attendant of the Black Iron Bar Prager.

"Miss Namara, what are you doing here?"

The succubus maid showed a sweet and greasy smile. She knew how the sluggish man in front of her was notorious in the dark world, and she even participated in it personally, so the clever succubus performed very well in front of Dick. Appropriate, nothing rumored to be coquettish.

"Master Prager is one of the organizers of this gladiator contest. He cannot personally accompany you on the tour. This important task is placed on my shoulders. You can tell me if you have "any need"."

The words "Any Need" were bitten by Namara very real, and people couldn't help feeling that the succubus in the dress was still a succubus.

"Uh... take me to some food first, and then go to see the gladiatorial fight. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of battle yet."

Dick waved his hand indifferently. Liadrin, who usually cooks, didn’t leave him food today, probably because of the early departure, so Dick is now grunting in his stomach, Miss Namara heard it. This request, I don't know what kind of mentality it came from, he was relieved, and then swaying a slender and exaggerated figure, guiding Dick in front of his eyes.

Dick thought that he couldn't eat good things in this poor country, but when he arrived at the dining area, he found that the variety of food here was a bit unacceptable. He even saw a lot of delicacies that are only available in the outside world. He ate three servings of Taduo After pulling the steak, the Paladin barely filled his stomach. The appetite of the high-ranking warriors was amazing. The veteran fighters of the old Mograine generation could even eat a small half of a cow during the war, and the healthier they were. The better the digestive system, Dick is now on his way to a "meal bucket".

This is really sad news.

However, after finding an arena to sit down and seeing the two sides fighting in the arena clearly, Dick groaned in surprise.

That's an acquaintance!

That Vrykul!

I don't know why he appeared here, but it seems that he enjoys the battle now.

The half-giant guy used a special method to shrink his body to the size of a normal person, and he was fighting frantically with three people on the opposite side.

Despite the fact that the opposing side occupies a numerical advantage, the scene is a one-sided battle. The Vrykul held the two bone dragon battle axes that shocked Dick, and with one axe, the tauren on the opposite side was holding both hands. The big shield turned around and kicked the troll assassin who jumped out of the shadows, and then, like a madman, wielding a weapon wrapped in blood-red rage, slashing frantically in front of the tauren until the tall The tauren's hands were chopped off.

The blood was sprayed into the air. This **** scene caused the villains and tourists on the sidelines to scream and shout. They flushed their faces. They were aroused in this most primitive and wild battle. In just half a day, many people Become a loyal fan of this unfamiliar masked Vrykusha star.

"Varajal's Front! Valarjal's Front!"

They shouted the name of this Vrykul, just like those crazy star chasers in the previous life.

It took less than 1 minute from the time Dick sat down to when the Vrykul stunned the last orc warrior with an axe back!

The Vrykul slobbered at the three people who had fainted on the ground with disdain, then opened his arms with glory and shouted at the audience like a madman.

"This is the power of Valarjar! Do you like this power?"

This crazy and enthusiastic move made the thousands of spectators on the sidelines even more excited. The guy sitting in the front row threw the ribbon and petals into the arena, making the **** battlefield look like being Like a temple wrapped in petals, this is the charm of a gladiator contest. You can like a gladiator in a second without even knowing his name or character. It doesn't matter.

As long as the moment he wields his weapon can shock your soul, that's it.

This is the purest worship! This is the core of the dark world, the blood, wild, unruly soul.

The goblin referee rode a weird six-legged spider tank and walked quickly to the Vrykul who was constantly changing postures to stimulate the audience. After asking what, the Vrykul waved his hand in disdain, and then stood with his arms folded. In the center of the arena, a few seconds later, the excited voice of the goblin spread throughout the arena.

"Ladies! Gentlemen! Our crazy and great gladiator "Varajal's Front" will continue to welcome his seventh team challenger. This is a rare winning streak in the entire Dire Maul gladiatorial contest since its inception, see Our butcher didn't use his real strength at all, and those soft challengers couldn't even retreat!"

"But the next opponent is not ordinary. This is the famous dark-blooded brothers from the Outland Blood Maul Arena, cold-blooded and despicable twin assassins. There is no doubt that this will be an absolutely deadly battle, although I am looking forward to it. The twins can bring us a little surprise, but judging from our Vykul Butcher’s disdainful expression, he did not put the assassin in his eyes at all, wow! I can smell the blood."

"Let's cheer, butcher, Valarjar's forward will usher in his eighth victory! He is simply the unshakable God of War!"

"Game start!"