On the southern continent of the Eastern Kingdom, the Alvin Water System is the largest water system in the south of the continent, and it is also the most important geographical nerve vein in the territory of the Storm Kingdom. It is one of the most important guarantees for the Storm Kingdom to prosper.

This Alvin River spans five regions, and its main main stream originates from the mountains southwest of the Red Ridge Mountains. It flows through the Twilight Forest, the Alvin Forest and other places along the way, and converges with other small river tributaries on the borders of the two major forests. The western wilderness is separated by the Alvin Forest and the Twilight Forest.

If you take a boat from Stormwind City along the main stream of Elvin and keep going south with the flow direction of the river veins, you can not only enjoy the beautiful scenery of the western wilderness and twilight forests along the way, but also directly reach the Stranglethorn Valley and Lake Naferigen on the southernmost part of the continent, and eventually enter the reef sea.

At this time, Vanessa, who was jumping in the western wilderness to seek uprising and resist the tyranny of the Storm Kingdom, and the new Difia Brotherhood, created by her, were the large number of weapons and equipment ordered from the venture capital company camp on the east shore of Lake Nafirigen!

For those who have always only recognized money and are unruly, as long as they have money and have enough money, let alone selling weapons and equipment, they may dare to send troops to attack Stormwind City!

Think about it, what do their venture capital companies do? In fact, they do this kind of work that is risky and profitable! Otherwise, how do you think the name of the venture capital company of Goblin comes from?

If you don’t want to enter the endless sea from the reef sea, you can go ashore and walk south along the main road of Lake Nafirigen. If you are lucky enough to avoid attacks from various monsters, robbers, and troll tribes such as Zanthaga, and be able to live and go south along the main road to the first intersection and turn right, you can successfully reach a place that all races who are seeking life in Stranglethorn Valley are the Golden Cave of Stranglethorn Valley and the Gula Bash Arena!

At this time, the goblin pirate, nicknamed John Misrell, was hosting today's duel at the Gula Bash Arena in the southernmost Stranglethorn Valley of the Eastern Kingdom.

This arena was founded by him, a little goblin, and some partners, and the purpose... it is naturally to make money! Otherwise, what else can it be?

As the goblin John Misrell knows, if you want to make money quickly, besides a profitable deal like going to sea to rob merchant ships, perhaps there is only one who can hold a duel!

Every time, let the gladiators inspire the audience's enthusiasm with three to three, five to five, or with less to many, then he can let the gamblers place bets on both sides! In this way, John Misrell, as the founder and dealer, can adjust the odds based on the amount of money placed by both sides and win a large amount of gold coins from it!

You know, this duel is not only without risk, but also earns a lot, but it is much better than the situation where he ventured to rob a merchant ship at sea and was chased by the Stormwind Navy from time to time!

However, it is a pity that this kind of money-making competition cannot be held every day. It can only be held regularly once or twice a month or quarter at most. If there are more, it won’t work... After all, the gold coins in the pockets of those gamblers and high-ranking tourists are also limited, and some of them are far away from here, so it is impossible to stay in the Stranglet Valley all day long. People always have to make money and live or work, and then they can only come back with money, right?

"Ahem..."

"My dear friends! Gentlemen, ladies! And those mobs, killers, pirates, slave owners and mysterious spellcasters from all over Azeroth, welcome to my Gula Bash Arena!"

"Finally, it's time for regular competitive competitions every month... Now, are you holding enough gold coins in your pockets? Or are you ready for howling when you win money and tears of regret after losing money?!"

The short goblin, less than four feet tall, was less than four feet tall, the pirate leader John Misrell, with two sharp sea battle hook blades on his waist, standing proudly on the platform made of several square wooden boxes on the referee's seat in the arena shouting loudly, and constantly mobilizing the emotions of the arena audience.

Because, his little John Misrell has already targeted the gold coins in their pockets!

Later, he will lower the odds slightly according to the situation, and then eat both sides hard, and after eating the winner and losers, then deduct the prize money of the participating teams. At least one-third must be intercepted, or even more bets on gold coins!

"Damn goblins! Get started quickly, we're already impatient!"

"Yes, whoever is in the mood to care about you, a short guy, is too long to go down! We want to watch the game, and we don't have time to see your stinky blue face!"

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"We want to play, don't look at you, an ugly goblin!"

"Yes, play quickly!"

"Contest!!"

"Contest!!!"

The dwarf John Misrell had just said a few words, and a considerable number of viewers of various races holding swords or staffs in the audience made a fuss in Azeroth's common language, and some cursed in their own native language.

Looking at the impatient and indignant look of these people, it is not difficult to guess that when the last competition was held in the arena, those of them must have lost money! And this time, they came here with a lot of resentment and a turnaround.

So, this time, they felt that they would definitely make a big profit from it and came here, so they were very upset with the damn little man John Misrell! If they hadn't known that the other party had many pirates and their strength was quite powerful, they would probably have even had the intention of killing people and robbing money last time.

"Shut up to me! My ears are so good. I just heard you damn guys scolding me! But, I was so generous that I was not angry at all..."

"Actually, I want the competition to start soon, and I want to win the golden gold coins in your pockets as soon as possible! But we still have to go through some necessary processes. Anyway, it's still early today, isn't it?"

John Misrell was really not angry about being cursed by a group of gangsters of mistball.

Because, he had long been used to this situation!

For greedy goblins, nothing is more fascinating than gold coins! And now, these audiences are all here to give him money, so how can he get angry? So, no matter how fierce or ugly they scold, as long as they bet and pay the money honestly later. As for other things, they are just some trivial matters, and he doesn't need to care too much!

"Okay, okay! Dear audiences, time is money! So, let me start the first process now: Let me first introduce the members of today's duel! "

In fact, the small goblin who was even more anxious than the audience saw that the audience's enthusiasm had been successfully mobilized by him, and more and more people scolded him, and more and more people vowed to win his own money, he nodded with satisfaction and began to enter the next step:

"Today's three-on-three match is the last competitive champion. Now there is a team of ogre chief Larabak, a two-headed ogre three-man tactical team - strength and spell!"

Soon, with the introduction of the goblins, three two-headed ogres with one giant sword and one magic staff lined up to the field and stood in the middle of the arena without any hesitation.

"Just as I said, these big guys, in addition to having superb martial arts and powerful physical strength, can also cast terrifying thunder and lightning spells!"

"Today, they have actually defended their champions three times in a row!"

"So, not long ago, some slave owners who participated in the competition and a small number of audience members who were so angry that they reported to me rudely: It is said that three two-headed ogres should be considered six people? Although, those three guys are holding sticks with their left hand and playing swords with their right hand, which is indeed a bit of a cheating suspect... However, the rules here do not recognize people's heads, I only recognize individuals!"

"Here, even if you have the ability to capture those Hydra monsters or three-headed sea snakes, I will only think they are one! Or, you also ask some powerful warlocks to get a few more heads for you? If you can't do it, then you will shut up all of them!"

John Misrell still remembers that the slave owners and gamblers who dared to come to trouble him after losing last time were now sunk into the reef sea west of the Stranglethorn Valley to feed the fishmen.

In Stranglethorn Valley, no one can question his authority!

In his territory, in this Gula Bash Arena, everyone must abide by his rules! If anyone dares to have unrealistic ideas and dares to rob money after losing money, he must be prepared to catch him and reclaim the sea and feed the fishman.

"Okay, I just introduced the three-champion team that defended the ring! And now, let's talk about the team of the challenger! It is the very old-fashioned orc gladiator, the great shaman, and the current senior slave owner - Raygar? Wrath of the Earth!"

As soon as the words of the small dwarf pirate fell, the audience on the layers of circular seats made of huge rocks in the Gula Bash Arena started to make noise and cheer again!

Originally they thought that today's game might not be interesting. After all, the three two-headed ogres who practiced the magic and martial arts were too shameless! The team that competed with them was equivalent to facing three powerful warriors and three powerful thunder and lightning mages at the same time. This is definitely not something that ordinary gladiators can afford!

But now, since the old gladiator is going to play, there may be fun to watch.

However, to their disappointment, what came out of the Tielanshan Cave below was a dwarf musketeer with a beard and a sluggish expression, a tall high-elf archer with many whip marks on his body, and a lava double-headed dog with almost the same back as an elf?

Although it is a big guy, the audience does not think it will be the opponent of three two-headed ogres.

"Hey hey! Don't rush to make trouble first, I haven't finished what I just said!"

"Today's challenger is actually a brand new gladiator team under Regar, not Regar himself! Although he is here today, it is not that he wants to play!"

After the cheers and noises of the guys stopped, John Misrell sneered disdainfully and explained the situation and ruthlessly shattered their unrealistic fantasies.

Those idiots didn't think about it. The current Rygar, the Wrath of the Earth, is a senior consultant to the tribe chief Thrall, and is also one of the few powerful shamans in the tribe. Now he is definitely an important figure with status and status in the tribe. He has a great reputation in all tribes and Theramore of the Stormwind Alliance. How could he go barely in battle for some money and fight with some little bastards in life and death?

"Damn it! Bai is happy!"

"I thought it was the old orc who was going to play, but fortunately I didn't rush to bet!"

"Oh no, I bet when I was happy just now..."

"Damn orcs, cunning goblins, and the three two-headed ogres who saw the undead!"

"There is no suspense in this game. I think it's almost time for us to go back."

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The audience became noisy again, some were wailing, some were fortunate, and some were gritting their teeth and trying to kill a goblin standing on the wooden box in the distance regardless of everything.

"Don't make a noise first! If you want the game to start soon, just calm me down! Time is money, my friends, so please don't delay my money anymore!"

"Where did I just say? OK..."

"Let's introduce the squad of Lord Regal - the Fire Alliance! They are two dogs, and they are said to be prisoners of war captured by orcs from the outside world! You have also seen: the team is composed of a ranger shooter of the high elf of Quel'thalas, a dwarf hunter musketeer from Eagle Nest Hill, and a fire element, and that majestic two-headed lava dog..."

Speaking of this, even the small John Misrell paused. Anyway, the organizer of the game is not optimistic about these three guys from the Fire League now. Except for the mighty lava dog that looks a bit threatening, the other two people are probably here to deliver food?

"All you here may be familiar with the Fire Alliance, yes! It is in the northernmost part of our Eastern Kingdoms continent, the former powerful Lordaeron Kingdom! And our Stranglethorn Valley is in the southernmost part of the continent..."

"Think about how powerful that Fire Alliance was a few years ago... I once thought that they would fight from the north to the southernmost Stranglethorn Valley one day! But now, they have suffered an unsustainable defeat in the Azeroth world and in the outer world, and they are said to have become the evil alliance of the Stormwind Alliance and the Horde Joint Strikes? Look at it, you probably think the experience of the Kowloons may be better than theirs, right?"

The further down, the more the goblin John Misrell shook his head and sighed... The flame alliance rose too fast and declined faster! I believe that in the near future, that word will become dust in Azeroth's history.

"So, given that this Fire Alliance squad is too weak, the betting method today is slightly different from before! In addition to the most basic winning or losing, you can also bet on how long their Fire Alliance squad can last?"

Actually, he knew Regal this time, he deliberately asked the other party to get some slightly obscene prisoners to make up for death! Anyway, after today's game, when he finally made this final profit, John Misrell would secretly send someone to get rid of the three damn two-headed ogres, so that they would not come here to block his wealth every time.

So, he had decided in his heart that he would secretly adjust the odds later and use the complex calculation formulas that only their goblins could understand to trick the rich idiots present!

"By the way! Those ogres below and those guys from the Fire Alliance, please listen to me: Today's great Lord John Misriel is very happy, so I decided to reward the party that is about to win with you some extra good things!"

"Did you see the small box in the middle of the venue? There are some special alchemy medicines and enchanted treasures, as well as a blue and exquisite arena master jewelry! Of course, only the victorious party is qualified to open it! So, you should prepare quickly. After ten minutes, you can start fighting when you hear the sound of the gong!"

After saying the last words, the short John Misrell quickly jumped out of the square wooden box that was built up, signaling his clerk to calculate the odds and collect the gambling money. After he took a short eight-character step, he trotted under a gong, began to place hourglass, and sneered and waited for the arrival of time.

"Daval...I'm really sorry, I'm dragging you down..."

"If you hadn't been to protect me, you and Fatty wouldn't have been caught by those damn tribal beasts. I'm really sorry, everything is my fault..."

There are still ten minutes left before the game begins, so when Farana, the high elf ranger of Quel's thriller, stared at the three tall and strong two-headed ogres not far away from her and the powerful mana fluctuations, looked for a while, then sighed and lowered her head to apologize to Davall, a fellow dwarf hunter beside her, and also threw an apology and guilty look to his animal companion, the fat dog of the two-headed lava dog.

She knew that maybe the ten minutes of preparation would be the last time in their lives... No matter how you look at it, it seemed that they would not be the opponents of the three powerful ogres on the other side, and the gap was too huge.

Think about half a month ago, when they blocked the tribe's army from the Outer Terroka Forest to march towards Shadow Moon Valley, she was surrounded by the enemy by the enemy without retreating in time. Then, at that time, Davar and his partner Fatty broke into the encirclement and successfully rescued her!

Originally, with the powerful flame power of the fat boy and the precise shooting of the two, she and he were about to break out of the orc encirclement, they accidentally encountered the Shaman Leigall? The Wrath of the Earth... Then, she and him were escorted here.

It is said that this is the Stranglethorn Valley of the Azeroth world, located at the southernmost end of the Eastern Kingdoms continent?

However, this place is still a little far from their home. No matter how she looks north, she cannot see the light of the new sun well above Quel'thalas...

"Actually you don't have to mind, Farana... After all, our alliance is a whole and a big family! Like Fatty, you are also my family, aren't you?"

After gently stroked the hot head of his partner Fatty with insulated gloves, Davar sighed a little lowly, but he did not regret his behavior in the Tyroca Forest.

The reason why she is in a low mood now is because the goblin just now is actually right...

Once upon a time, their powerful flame alliance actually fell into the field in front of him?

Moreover, in the outer realm, they could vaguely see that the damn Stormwind City Alliance and the Horde did not fight at all when they were in the outer realm, but there were signs of alliance! They concluded that someone must have secretly connected the Horde and Stormwind City Alliance, as if they wanted to destroy their Fire Alliance first?
To be continued...