The scale of Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament is much larger than Dick imagined.
Before he actually came to Dire Maul, he thought it would be good to have a few thousand people in the sky. But after he really came to Dire Maul, he discovered that he might have some misunderstandings about the concept of Dark World.
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 together.
Even the well-informed Sun King, holding his gorgeous Hawkstrider, frowned and looked at the bustling crowd in front of him. Obviously, the ruler did not like this chaotic and lively scene.
Dick tilted his head and looked at it for a few minutes, then finally shook his head and gave the invitation to Das. This dragon man had been hanging out in the dark world for many years and was their only insider. The dragon man took the invitation and walked into the crowd in front with Demetir. The guy arrogantly pushed through everyone who was in front of him. Naturally, those villains would not give way obediently. But when he turned around and saw the black obsidian sword with lava flowing on his back, Das weighed his own weight and finally chose to get out of the way obediently.
Das is right, in this hellish place, strength is the naked king, and kindness can only be bullied.
"Do you see those ruins? That's the periphery of Eldre'Thalas. Unfortunately, it was abandoned by Sin'dorei a long time ago and is now occupied by Ogre. Those idiots still established Azeroth, the only Ogre Kingdom, and Gordok. They elected an King and even had a complete political system. But unfortunately, Gordok has been established for more than 1,000 years, but it still has not been able to deal with other forces around it."
Paladin touched his chin and looked at the Bones piles that the Ogres had placed in front of the ruins to scare people, "This is probably because they always eat the Emissarys sent by other forces. Those guys have lost a lot of the inheritance of the orthodox Ogre magic empire and have truly turned into beasts that drink blood."
"This sounds really barbaric. When I traveled around the world, in order not to cause trouble, I did not go deep into the area ruled by Kaldorei. Now it seems that I have missed a lot of interesting things. But speaking of which, are you really sure that the ancestors of these stupid guys once established a huge empire?"
Kael'thas took out an exquisite Monocle from his arms, clasped it on his left eye, and asked casually while observing the carvings of the ruins.
"Of course, I have no doubt about this. If you have seen those Ogre secret magic tablets, you will know that their Runes magic is not much simpler than your Elements magic. However, it is said that it is actually a special system mixed with some Shaman knowledge. In short, I am not a Mage, and I don't know much about this."
Dick and Kael'thas stood together, and they commented on the ruins not far away from a very professional perspective.
He was not wearing combat armor, but was wearing a traveler's robe like Kael'thas. He looked like two rich disciples who came to watch the fun, especially when they were surrounded by beautiful women. This maverick team was quickly targeted by some guys with bad eyesight.
But this incident did not actually interrupt the discussion between Dick and Kael'thas, because after the first fool who had the courage to reach out his hand was bitten off by two black wolves that came out of the wilderness, the spraying blood and wailing sounds became the most conspicuous features of this group of people.
"Don't mess with us!"
This subtext worked better than anything else in this damn place, but the wretched wail of the unlucky ghost still made Dick turn his head. He frowned and looked at the thief lying on the ground, rolling around with his broken arm, and whispered,
"Shut him up, and clean that up, it looks disgusting."
Velinde deeply agreed, but the quiet Night Elf naturally would not do such a thing by herself. She lay on Kodo's back and waved her hands casually, and there were four or five Feralas's unique Ironfur Wolf He ran over from the wilderness and dragged the unfortunate ghost all the way into the wilderness. Jaina snapped his fingers and summoned a Sea Elemental with green sea water flowing all over its body. The Elements Creature walked around on the ground for a few times and wiped away the blood stains.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding colleagues were sweating. Within an hour, the news of the arrival of "a team of ruthless characters who can summon beasts" spread throughout the Arena periphery. Except for those Madmen and thieves who thought they were highly skilled, no one disturbed the Dick group's rest anymore. This seemed like a good thing.
The Invitation delivered to Dick through special channels is a rare thing. The Dark World bosses responsible for organizing the Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament know the meaning of this Invitation very well. This means that there is at least one with a similar status to them. Bigwigs came here, but when Dick and Kael'thas were guided by the polite Succubus Maid into City, the cleanest dormitory in the ruins, Camp, the "eyes" observing in the dark were still startled.
Blood Earl and Sun King!
The news of the arrival of these two great masters quickly spread behind the scenes, so Dick and Kael'thas continued to receive "Emissary" until midnight that night.
Even the arrogant Sun King probably understood the power of Dark World at this time, which made him slightly frightened. The undercurrent of Azeroth Beneath the Light was much larger than he imagined.
However, this episode did not affect the normal competition process. According to the previous competition mode, the first three days were preliminaries held by five small Gladiatorial Arenas who were separated in the ruins City. After these three days, the Gladiators who came from all over the world and even other worlds to participate in the competition would be directly wiped out nine-tenths, and then the five-day real competition would begin. At that time, it would be the real highlight, which would be placed on Dire Maul Conducted in the Ring of Law.
This the Ring of Law built by the ancient Highborne is still extremely sturdy to this day, and it is the largest Arena of Azeroth, so it can be used as the main venue for this grand event.
There was an undercurrent surging this night, and it was like this before every game. Dark World was indispensable for stabbing people in the back. It was almost a part of their lives. According to the rumors Das heard from somewhere, it was said that every On the night before the start of the competition, at least one-twentieth of the Gladiator disappeared inexplicably. The next day, there would be many "lucky ones" who entered the second round without fighting. Needless to say, the whereabouts of those missing guys went without saying.
However, this kind of cleverness is useless after the real game begins. Gladiator who can enter Resurrection Match will be closely protected by the big guys. They often place heavy bets on these Gladiator. It is a bet that ordinary people can't imagine. It can even directly determine the decline and rise of a force. In that case, the stupid young people who dare to challenge the big bosses who have united together will often not survive one night.
Early the next morning, the preliminaries began. Dick and Kael'thas, as heavyweight guests, were always accompanied by Squire from a certain boss. This would save them a lot of unnecessary trouble. Now that is here Although the Gladiator competition has other purposes, Dick and Kael'thas don't mind enjoying this Azeroth competition with the highest level of competition. Anyway, there are still 5 full days until the time they agreed to start, so it is good to relax a little.
Kael'thas followed Succubus around early in the morning Squire went to watch the game. Dick got up a little later, but when he got up, he was the only one left in Camp. Jaina, Liadrin, Velinde, and Lady Anveena had already gone to watch the fun. The nature of women determines that they like all lively things.
Das and Demi had already gone to do their own business. Drakonid had always regretted that he had not participated in Dire Maul Gladiator Tournament. This time, he finally came here. He wanted to enjoy it no matter what, so he took Demi to sign up. The first game should have started now.
Dick slowly walked out of Camp, leaning on Scepter of Orsis, and saw a well-dressed Succubus Maid standing outside his tent. He felt that this Succubus was somewhat familiar. When he took a closer look, he found that it was the Grim Guzzler. Succubus of Plugger Squire.
"Miss Namara, what are you doing here?"
Succubus Maid showed a sweet smile. She knew how the slow man in front of her got his bad reputation in Dark World, and she even participated in it personally. Therefore, the smart Miss Succubus behaved very appropriately in front of Dick, without the rumored coquettishness at all.
"The owner of Plugger is one of the organizers of this Gladiator competition. He cannot 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."
The four words "any need" are very true to Namara, and people can't help but sigh. Succubus, who puts on a dress, is still a Succubus.
"Uh... take me to have something to eat first, and then go watch the gladiatorial fight. To be honest, I haven't seen this kind of battle before."
Dick waved his hand carelessly. Liadrin, who was usually in charge of cooking, did not leave anything for him today, probably because he left early, so Dick's stomach was growling now. When Miss Namara heard this request, she breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason, and then swayed her slender and exaggerated figure to guide Dick in front of her eyes.
Dick originally thought that he would not be able to eat good food in this remote place, but when he arrived at the dining area, he found that the variety of things here was overwhelming. He even saw a lot of delicious food that could only be found in Outland. After eating three Tadora steaks, Paladin barely filled his stomach. The appetite of high-level warriors is amazing. The old Warrior of Old Mograine's generation could even eat half a cow in one meal during the war. The healthier the body is, the better the digestive system is. Dick is now moving further and further away from the road of "food bucket".
This is really sad news.
However, after randomly finding a Arena to sit down and seeing clearly the two sides fighting in Gladiatorial Arena, Dick groaned in surprise.
That's an acquaintance!
That Vrykul!
I don't know why he appears here, but he seems to be enjoying the current battle.
The half-giant guy used some special method to shrink his body to the size of a normal human, and he was fighting crazily with three people opposite him.
Although the opponent had a numerical advantage, it was a one-sided battle. Vrykul held the two Bone Dragons in his hands that even Dick was a little frightened. War Axe, with one ax he chopped off the large shield held by Tauren with both hands on the opposite side. He turned around and kicked away Troll who jumped out from the shadows. Rogue, then just like Madmen, brandished the weapon wrapped in Rage of Blood Red, slashing wildly in front of Tauren, until the hands of the tall Tauren were cut off.
Blood sprayed into the air, and this bloody scene caused the onlookers and tourists to scream and shout. Their faces were flushed, and they were aroused by the most primitive and wild battle. In just half a day, many people became loyal fans of this unknown evil star Vrykul.
"Edge of the Valarjar! Edge of the Valarjar!"
They shouted the name Vrykul, just like those crazy starstruck fans of Previous Life.
Less than a minute passed from when Dick sat down to when Vrykul knocked out the last Orcs Warrior with the back of an axe!
Vrykul spat disdainfully at the three fainted people on the ground, then opened his arms with glory on his face and shouted to the audience like Madmen,
"This is Power of the Valarjar! Do you like this power?"
This crazy and enthusiastic move made thousands of spectators watching even more excited. The guy sitting in the front row threw the ribbon and petals in his hand into Gladiatorial Arena, making the bloody battlefield look like a temple wrapped in petals. This is the charm of the gladiatorial competition. You can like a Gladiator in a second, and you don't even know his name or his character. It doesn't matter.
As long as the moment he wields his weapon can shock your heart, that's fine.
This is the purest worship! This is the core of Dark World, that bloody, wild, unruly soul.
Goblin Referee rode a weird six-legged spider tank and walked quickly to Vrykul, who was constantly changing positions to stimulate the audience. He asked something, Vrykul waved his hands disdainfully, and then stood in the center of Gladiatorial Arena with arms folded. A few seconds later, Goblin's excited voice spread throughout Arena,
"Ladies! Gentlemen! Our crazy and great Gladiator"Edge of the Valarjar" will continue to meet his seventh team of challengers. This is a rare winning streak since the inception of the entire Dire Maul gladiatorial competition. It seems that our butcher has not used his true strength at all, and those weak challengers cannot even make him retreat!"
"But the next opponent is not ordinary, this is from Outland Bloodmaul Arena The famous Darkblood Brothers, the cold-blooded and despicable assassin the Twins, there is no doubt that this will be an absolutely fatal battle. Although I am looking forward to these twins bringing us a little surprise, judging from the disdainful expression of our Vrykul butcher, he does not take this assassin seriously at all, wow! I can already smell the smell of blood."
"Let us cheer, Butcher, Edge of the Valarjar will usher in his Eighth victory! He is simply the unbeatable God of War!"
"The game begins!"