As soon as Blackmoore entered, he saw Rhode holding Taretha tightly in his arms, and a faint smile curled his lips.
Sure enough, his honey trap had worked.
Power and beauty were indeed shackles no one could escape.
As long as Rhode had the same weaknesses as any ordinary man, controlling him completely would be no difficult task.
"A performance? What kind of performance?" Rhode asked, looking up.
Surely he wasn't going to have Thrall perform a dance?
I'd never heard of him having that particular talent.
Since he's called the undefeated champion, the two orcs must be going to fight. But isn't this space a little small? They won't hit any flowers or shrubs, but they could certainly hurt a child.
"Haha, you'll find out in a moment." Blackmoore waved a hand. "Everyone, upstairs!"
Oh, there's a second floor, too.
Everyone went upstairs, leaving the hall to the two orcs.
The two had already put some distance between them and assumed their fighting stances.
It felt rather like watching a duel in a Roman arena.
Then a guard stepped forward and tossed two weapons at the orcs' feet.
One was a heavy axe. Nothing wrong with that.
But the other, the one thrown at Thrall's feet...
Was a heavy sword?
What the hell?
Thrall actually used a sword?
Could shamans use swords?!
Uh, wait, that wasn't right.
At this point, Thrall was still a warrior. He hadn't become a shaman yet, had he?
Besides, he was an undefeated gladiator in the arena. It only made sense that he would be proficient with all sorts of weapons.
Once Rhode accepted that premise... Thrall the warrior looked a lot less strange.
"Let the gladiatorial bout begin!" Blackmoore announced excitedly when he saw both orcs pick up their weapons.
*He really was