Azeroth Trail of Light

The scale of the Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament was much larger than Dick had imagined.

Before coming to Dire Maul, he thought it would be nice to have a few thousand people in the sky, but after he really came to Dire Maul, he realized that his understanding of the concept of the dark world might be a little wrong.

If there were really only a few thousand people, it wouldn't be called a "world" at all. In the ruins in front of us, there might be more than 20,000 people crowded.

Even the well-informed Sun King led his gorgeous chocobo and frowned at the bustling crowd in front of him. Obviously, this ruler did not like this chaotic and lively scene.

Dick tilted his head and looked at it for a few minutes, finally shook his head, and gave the invitation letter to Darth. This dragon man had been hanging out in the dark world for many years, and he was the only insider here. The dragon man accepted the invitation letter , took Demeter into the crowd in front of him, this guy arbitrarily pushed away everyone in front of him, those villains would naturally not give way obediently, but when he looked back, he saw the black gun on Das's back. , after the obsidian giant sword that was still flowing with magma, weighed his own weight, and finally chose to get out of the way obediently.

Das is right, in this ghost place, strength is the naked king, and friendliness can only be bullied.

"See those ruins? That's the outskirts of Eressalas. Unfortunately, it was abandoned by the sin'dorei long ago, and now it's occupied by ogres. Those idiots still built the only one in Azeroth like this." The ogre kingdom, Godok, they elected a king and even had a complete political system, but unfortunately, Godok has been established for almost 1,000 years, but still has not been able to deal with other forces around it. "

The paladin touched his chin and looked at the piles of bones that the ogres placed in front of the ruins to scare people, "This is probably because they always eat the envoys sent by other forces. The guy has lost a lot of inheritance from the orthodox ogre magic empire, and has truly become a beast that eats blood."

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

Kael'thas took out an exquisite monocle from his pocket, and fastened it on his left eye. While observing the carvings of the ruins, he asked casually.

"Of course, I have no doubts about this. If you have seen the magic slabs of the ogre secrets, you will know that their rune magic is not much simpler than your elemental magic, but it is said that it is actually mixed. A special system in which some shaman knowledge is contained, in short, I am not a mage, and I don't know much about it."

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

He was not wearing combat armor, but wearing a traveler's robe like Kael'thas. He looked like two wealthy disciples from a wealthy family who came to watch the fun, especially when they were surrounded by beautiful people. In the case of women, this maverick team is quickly targeted by some guys with not very good eyesight.

But this matter did not 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 from the wilderness, the sprayed and The bloodstains and wailing sounds became the most conspicuous features of this team.

"Don't mess with us!"

This subtext is more effective than anything else in this ghostly place, but the wailing of the unlucky ghost still made Dick turn his head. He frowned and looked at the thief lying on the ground hugging his broken arm and rolling around, and said in a low voice,

"Shut him up, and, clean up that, it looks disgusting."

Velinde thought so, but the quiet night elf naturally wouldn't do this kind of thing by herself. She lay on the back of the kodo beast, waved her hand casually, and four or five of Ferra's unique iron The maned wolf ran over from the wilderness and dragged the unlucky ghost all the way into the wilderness. Jaina snapped her fingers and summoned a sea elemental with green sea water flowing all over her body. The elemental creature walked several times on the ground. Turn around and wipe off the blood.

The colleagues around were sweating coldly watching this scene, and within an hour, the news of the arrival of "a team of ruthless characters who can summon beasts" spread throughout the periphery of the arena, except for those lunatics and thieves who thought they were highly skilled Besides, no one disturbed the rest of Dick and his party anymore, which seemed like a good thing.

The invitation letter sent to Dick through special channels is a rare thing. The dark world bosses who are in charge of holding the Dire Maul Gladiator Contest are well aware of the significance of this invitation letter, which means that at least one of them has the same status as them However, when Dick and Kael'thas were guided into the cleanest campsite in the ruined city by the polite succubus maid, those "eyes" who were watching secretly were still frightened one jump.

Blood Earl and Sun King!

The news of the two great gods' arrival quickly spread behind the scenes, so Dick and Kael'thas continued to receive the "messenger" until midnight that night.

Even the proud Sun King probably understood the energy of the dark world at this time, which made him a little startled. The undercurrent under the light of Azeroth was much bigger than he imagined.

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 for preliminaries. After these three days, people from all over the world and even other worlds participated. Nine out of ten of the gladiators in the competition will be wiped out, and then the five-day real competition will start. At that time, it will be the real highlight, which will be held in the Dire Maul Arena.

This large arena built by the ancient high elves is extremely strong until now, and it is the largest arena in Azeroth, which can just be used as the main venue for this grand event.

There was an undercurrent this night, and it was like this every time before the start of the competition. Stabbing in the back is indispensable in the dark world. That night, at least one in 20 gladiators disappeared inexplicably, and many "lucky ones" would enter the second round without fighting the next day, and the whereabouts of those missing guys naturally don't need much said.

However, this kind of cleverness is useless after the real competition begins. The gladiators who can enter the rematch will be strictly protected by the bosses. 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 youths who dare to provoke the gangsters who are united often cannot survive the night.

Early the next morning, the preliminaries began. Dick and Kael'thas, as heavyweight guests, were always accompanied by attendants from a certain boss, which would save them a lot of unnecessary trouble. Although the Gladiator Competition has other goals, Dick and Kael'thas don't mind admiring the competition with the highest level of competition in Azeroth. Anyway, there are still 5 days before their agreed time to do it. Let's relax Also excellent.

Kael'thas sauntered along 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, Velinde, and Lord Anveena have already gone to watch the excitement. The nature of women determines that they like all lively things.

Das and Demi have already gone to work on their own affairs. The dragon man has always regretted that he has not participated in the Dire Maul gladiator competition. Mi signed up, and the first game should have started by now.

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

"Miss Namara, what are you doing here?"

The succubus maid showed a sweet smile. She knew how the slow-moving man in front of her got her notoriety in the dark world, and she even participated in it herself, so the smart Miss Succubus behaved very well in front of Dick. Decent, not at all coquettish as rumored.

"Master Prager is one of the organizers of this gladiator competition. He can't come to accompany you on the tour in person. This important task is placed on my shoulders. If you have "any needs", you can tell me."

Namara bit the words "Any need" so vividly that people couldn't help feeling that the succubus in a dress was indeed a succubus.

"Uh, take me to eat something first, and then go to watch the gladiatorial fight. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of fight yet."

Dick waved his hand indifferently. Liadrin, who is usually in charge of cooking, didn't leave him food today, probably because he left early, so Dick's stomach is growling now. Miss Namara heard For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief for this request, and then swayed his slender and exaggerated figure to guide Dick in front of his eyes.

Dick originally thought that he would not be able to eat good food in this backcountry, but when he arrived at the dining area, he found that the variety of food here was unacceptable. After pulling the steak, the paladin could barely fill his stomach. The food intake of high-level fighters is amazing. Veterans of the old Mograine generation could even eat half a head of cow in one meal during the war. The healthier they are, The better the digestive system, Dick is now drifting away from the road of "rice bucket".

This is really sad news.

However, after finding an arena to sit down at random, and seeing clearly the two sides fighting in the arena, Dick let out a low moan in surprise.

That's an acquaintance!

That vrykul!

Not sure why he's here, but he looks like he's enjoying the fight.

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

Although the opponent has a numerical advantage, the battle is one-sided. The vrykul held the two bone dragon battle axes that made Dick feel a little scared. He turned around and kicked the troll assassin who jumped out of the shadows, and then, like a madman, brandishing the weapon wrapped in blood-red anger, he slashed wildly in front of the tauren until the tall The tauren's hands were severed.

Blood was sprayed into the air. This bloody scene caused the villains and tourists around to scream and shout. Their faces were flushed, and their emotions were aroused in this most primitive and wild battle. In just half a day, many people He became a loyal fan of this unknown Vrykul evil star.

"Valaghar's Vanguard! Valaghar's Vanguard!"

They chanted the vrykul's name like those crazy groupies from previous lives.

And from when Dick sat down, to when the Vrykul knocked the last orc warrior unconscious with the back of his axe, less than a minute passed!

The Vrykul spat at the three fainted people on the ground in disdain, then opened his arms with glory on his face, and shouted at the audience like a lunatic,

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

This crazy and passionate move made the thousands of spectators more excited. The guy sitting in the front row threw the ribbons and flower petals into the arena, making the bloody battlefield look like it was being killed. Like a temple wrapped in petals, this is the charm of the gladiatorial contest. You can fall in love with a gladiator in a second, even without knowing his name or character, it doesn't matter.

As long as it shakes your heart the moment he swings his weapon, that's fine.

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

The goblin referee rode a strange six-legged spider tank and walked quickly to the vrykul who kept changing positions to stimulate the audience, and asked something, the vrykul waved his hand disdainfully, 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 "Valaghar's Vanguard" will continue to meet his seventh team of challengers. This is a rare winning streak in the entire Dire Maul since its inception. Watch Our butcher didn't use his true strength at all, and those limp challengers couldn't even retreat!"

"But the next opponent is not ordinary. This is the famous dark blood brother from the Bloodmaul Arena in Outland, the cold-blooded and despicable twin assassins. There is no doubt that this will be an absolutely deadly gladiatorial fight, although I am looking forward to it The twins can bring us a little surprise, but judging from the disdainful expression on our vrykul butcher's face, he didn't take this assassin seriously at all, wow! I can already smell blood."

"Let's rejoice, Butcher, Valarjar's Vanguard is about to win his eighth victory! He is simply unshakable God of War!"

"Game start!"