Feralas, this is a rare area in Southern Kalimdor that is almost 100% covered by forest. It is located in Centaur disaster-hit Desolace and Tauren currently covered by Grimtotem In the center of occupied Thousand Needles, further south of Feralas, is Silithus Great Desert. Of course, there is a majestic mountain range of Spread blocking the two. There are also some rare terrains in the center of that mysterious mountain range.
Dick at least knows that there are some Tol'vir in that place. Who knows how they climbed over the mountains and ridges to get there, but there is indeed a town of Tol'vir in the game, and there is also a small BOSS that drops rare mounts. Of course, such a thing cannot exist in the real world. Even if it exists, it is not worth making the current Dick travel thousands of miles.
After officially resigning from the title of Northern Earl and other Mortal World titles, Dick finally felt relaxed. He took his lover and Follower with him and walked briskly in the quiet forest of Feralas, carrying weapons and large parcels of Drakonid Das, Green Dragon Demitier who is always inseparable from Das and likes to quarrel, and Obsidian Destroyer who is treated as a mount by Jaina Moam, sitting on the back of Kodo loaded with goods, Liadrin, who is holding a book and reading with gusto, and finally Worgen Girl, whom he has not seen for a long time.
Velinde is now in the form of Night Elf. She is sitting diagonally on the back of the white Dire Wolf Haleycon. Lady Anveena, which turned into a small light spot with wings, is sitting on the shoulders of Velinde. She crosses her legs and tastes the fruit in her hand, humming with satisfaction from time to time.
A stranger obviously got mixed up in this strange team. He was riding a White Hawkstrider decorated with various jewelry, holding a golden Lyre in his hand. He closed his eyes slightly and plucked the strings with one hand, and beautiful music swayed out of it.
Just like those Bards that are well hidden, and this guy's dress is also like the most orthodox Bards.
It was Kael'thas. This Sun King had a rare temper and left all political affairs to his ministers. He left a letter and followed Dick and his party to Southern Kalimdor. According to him, he wanted to regain his passion for traveling around the world. According to Dick's opinion, this guy was simply too idle.
The countries established by the Immortals are always in order. Unless there is a big event like Undead's invasion, King is often just a symbol, just like Tyrande Almost like that, Priestess of the Moon doesn't manage Kaldorei's political affairs very much. He spends most of the day communicating with Moon Goddess Temple and Elune.
Generally speaking, this has something to do with the lazy character they have developed over a long period of time.
After the song was played, 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 hide from those Kaldorei Sentinel? I feel that there are no less than 7 Sentinel following us."
After saying this, Sun King looked back at Jungle, who had no abnormality at all, and then said,
"Well, now the number has increased to 9 people."
Dick holding Smoking Pipe in his mouth shook his head, his dull voice sounded in the smoke,
"I never thought about hiding those Kaldoreis. They have been operating here for 7000 years, and there is General Shandris Feathermoon. It is said that that is Tyrande's Adopted Daughter, the Hero who really survived War of the Ancients, one of the strongest Hunters in the world. It is simply impossible to hide it from them here."
"However, I am here to attend Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament. That is Dark World's grand event. Do they even want to stop this?"
"Wait, you said Gladiator contest?"
An expression of interest flashed across Kael'thas's face, "It sounds interesting. During the years of Dalaran, I heard that there were well-established Gladiators in Outland, mostly Orcs. They were pursuing blood and glory. Why, do Azeroth also have these bloody competitions?"
"Bloody? No, that can't be described as bloody."
Dick shrugged, looked back at Das who was arguing with Demitier, and shouted,
"Hi, Das, here you are the only one who has participated in the Gladiator competition. Let me introduce you to Sun King His Majesty."
Drakonid heard Dick's shout, he curled his lips at Demi proudly, and did not go to Dick, but said loudly in the team,
"I participated in the Gladiator competition of Stranglethorn Vale. In Gurubashi Arena, I won the championship three times in a row in those years. They all called me "Ripper". It was a glorious time. But speaking of it, Gurubashi Arena is not really a Gladiator competition. So It was the Goblins who organized themselves to swindle money. There are only three real Gladiator contests, Bloodmaul and Bleeding Hollow Clan of Outland, and Dire Maul of Feralas. These are the Gladiator contests with real gold content."
Probably no one present except Das knew about these things spread by Dark World. These anecdotes quickly aroused the interest of others. Even Liadrin put down the books in his hands and looked curiously at Das's chatter.
"But even so, Gurubashi Arena can attract many real Gladiators to participate every year. It is very competitive and entertaining. The winning team can get at least 50,000 gold coins and many enviable rewards. But every year, that Arena can bring at least 300,000 or more income to Goblins. Bah, those profiteers!"
Das probably remembered the bad experience and couldn't help but cursed, but soon introduced the information about the Gladiator contest to others.
"However, the really powerful Gladiator will not look down on Gurubashi Arena, a place that sells dog meat over others. They usually use all Stamina in the three major In the Gladiator competition, Bloodmaul and Bleeding Hollow Clan Arena compete once a year, but I heard that the place is dominated by Slave Master of Orcs and Ogre With under control, it is difficult for foreigners to come forward, but Dire Maul once every two years is different. It is probably a custom brought about by the Orcs invasion more than 20 years ago, Dire Maul participated in a variety of Gladiator, and I even heard that there were some dragons who were honing their skills and Demon who was imprisoned. It was truly fair, and the rewards and glory for winning were beyond imagination."
Having said this, Drakonid pursed his lips, a trace of yearning flashed in his eyes, and he said hehe,
"It's probably hard for us Light World people to imagine the glory of the Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament champion. There is no king in Dark World, but if you have to choose one, on the day when Dire Maul ends every two years, the person who stands at the top is the one in everyone's heart. The king among them, because he is the strongest! The real strongest! So strong that everyone is convinced, and the Gladiator competition of Dire Maul is very cruel. From the first to the present, almost no one can win consecutively. This is why Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament is becoming more and more popular. It is cruel and fair."
Das glanced at the expressions of the people around him and said,
"Don't believe it, do you know why Assassin's Alliance has become more and more powerful in recent years? It's because from the first Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament to now, it is the only force that can win the top three seats for 10 consecutive years, and they have won the championship twice, which proves their strength. Dark World doesn't have so many rules. The strong is king, and frankly speaking."
Drakonid glanced at Sun King who was thoughtful,
"Frankly speaking, even if Sun King His Majesty, the strongest among us, is thrown into Gladiatorial Arena, he may not be able to win the championship for sure. The world is very big, and you never know when a guy will jump to become a blockbuster. Speaking of which, Quel'Thalas There seems to be a family in Elf that is very famous in Dark World, Sanguinar, His Majesty, have you heard about it?"
This question made Kael'thas frown,
"Qing Sanguinar is very loyal to Sunstrider family, but to be honest, I really don't know that they are still connected with Dark World. The rulers of Quel'Thalas don't care much about their subordinates' family affairs. As long as it does not affect the operation of the country, what they like to do is their own business. And as far as activities like gladiatorial competitions are concerned, I think my people may not be interested."
"It's hard to say, His Majesty."
Das chuckled and rubbed his hands, showing an extremely philistine expression, "Sometimes, in order to attract more Gladiators, those Slave Masters will bring out a lot of weird and precious things, especially for Mages like you, there are many rare things., will appear in the prizes of the gladiatorial competition, and there is another reason why Dire Maul is famous. The winner can take everything from the loser unconditionally. Life is only the most basic thing. If a strong person like you has enemies, I think Dire Maul is a very good Gladiatorial Arena."
Kael'thas just chuckled and shook his hand after hearing this. When it comes to wealth, he can almost be proud of everyone in Azeroth. When it comes to hatred, Sun King rubbed his chin and sighed regretfully. It is estimated that Arthas will not come to participate in such a gladiatorial competition.
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind ending things with Arthas on this battlefield where the winner has everything and the loser loses everything.
But Sun King quickly realized it and looked at Dick with strange eyes.
"Speaking of which, you just said you were going to participate in the Gladiator competition. In your current situation, do you really want to compete?"
Dick was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter,
"Of course not. Although I have two copies of Invitation in my hand, I understand my situation very well. Let's just be spectators and wait until the end of the competition to go inside Dire Maul to look for Shen'dralar Elf. The place is so crowded that even if Shandris Feathermoon comes, it will be difficult to find our traces."
"Wait!"
After Das heard Dick's words, he hurriedly shouted, causing everyone's eyes to focus on him. Drakonid's expression became solemn,
"Sir, if you really have Invitation in your hand, and it is also Gladiator If you are Invitation, you may have to be careful. According to the regulations of Dire Maul, even if you do not participate in the competition, you will be regarded as a gladiator as long as you are present. Generally speaking, you are not allowed to challenge Gladiator who has no intention of fighting. You can also choose to refuse the challenge, but it is difficult to say whether there is Plot. If so, you may be forced to play due to some circumstances."
When Das finished speaking, Dick's relaxed expression turned serious. He no longer believed in coincidences, so he could be sure that this Gladiator competition would not be too peaceful.
Paladin rubbed his teeth. The feeling of being surrounded by Plot was definitely not a good one, but he looked at Kael'thas beside him who was relaxing in the sun and couldn't help but laugh again.
"So, distinguished Sun King His Majesty, are you interested in forming a Team with me?"
On the other side, when Dick and others were slowly moving towards Dire Maul, Anduin, who was following Chen Stormstout and had entered the area near Dire Maul and Gladiatorial Arena, looked at everything around him curiously. There were people everywhere!
It is no exaggeration to say that guys with different costumes and races are not kind-hearted people at first glance. They set up camp in twos and threes in this specially leveled area. There are also Goblin merchants pushing small carts selling various things nearby. This bustling crowd makes the place look full of weird vitality.
It also gave Anduin and Med'an beside him a real sense of adventure. The two guys looked like they couldn't see enough, and the decorations on their bodies also made them targets for many three-handers. However, with Chen Stormstout around, these guys all held their wrists and grunted or wailed and ran away.
Until this weird combination came to their station, Camp, Anduin looked back thoughtfully. A tall Black-haired Human Gladiator, carrying Twin Swords on his back, had just turned into the opposite corner, followed by a slender High Elf.
That familiar back made Anduin couldn't help but shout,
"Father!"
"What?"
Chen Stormstout looked back at Anduin, who scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "Nothing, Uncle Chen, I just saw... a man who looks very much like my father."
Med'an laughed and pushed Anduin, "Come on, Little Anduin, Varian His Majesty is at Stormwind City now. He won't come to a place like this. You must be dazzled."
Anduin also felt that he was dazzled. According to his father's current personality, he would never come to a place like this, so Little Prince sighed in despair and followed Chen Stormstout got into the tent, but the next moment, L Varian's figure flashed out from the corner. Valeera looked curiously at Gladiator, who was patrolling around, and asked softly,
"What are you looking for?"
"Uh... it's nothing, I just... I just felt that there was a very special person here just now, right over there, like... someone connected to me Bloodline. Maybe I'm overthinking it. Let's go, Valeera, let's go find Rehgar, it's time to sign up."