It’s a pity that it seems that they can’t pass on such important information back.

He Davar is just an ordinary musket hunter, while Falana is a high-elf ranger shooter, not those mages with magical spells... Now, not only can they not transmit intelligence back, they don't even know what the situation is in the northern continent.

"There are three minutes left. Those who have not placed bets need to hurry up! Don't think about it anymore. Isn't this obvious?"

"Buy these guys in the Flame League can hold on for one minute, and the odds will be paid one! Buy those who can hold on for two minutes, and the odds will be paid two! And so on, the longer they can hold on, the higher the odds will be, and there will be no cap on the top! Of course, you can also buy them directly to win. We support parallel gameplay here, and the odds of victory can be superimposed together with the odds of time!"

At this time, John Misrell, who was standing next to the gong, spoke again and encouraged the audience, hoping that they could buy more high elf and the dwarf of Eagle Nest Mountain to win or persist for a longer time. In this way, he would have a little more room for operation.

For example... let the ogres deliberately delay time? Or, let them kill the unlucky two people and one dog as soon as possible?

Anyway, after his clerks took the betting registration form later, he would know what to do before he announced the official start of the game.

As the only dealer in this kind of scam game, if you don’t tamper with the contestants, you’d be sorry for the title of Lord John Misriel!

In short, he had already dealt with Raygar before, and the two below were here to die. What he needed to care about was just how much money he could make this time!

“…”

"Farana, it's useless to think about it. Get ready for the battle!"

A click!

After hearing the last three minutes of reminder from the goblin above, Davar, a dwarf from Eagle Nest Mountain, stopped talking and loaded his large-caliber double-barrel musket and pressed the bottom fire, then checked the short axe hanging around his waist.

There are only two rounds of ammunition in his gun barrel. Later, the enemy may not be able to reload him any more time. He must make plans! But... he faced the two-headed ogre who was using magic to put shields on himself. He was not sure of a fatal blow. Even if it was a bit difficult to damage two rounds of ammunition...

He believed that the same should be true for his companion, Falana, who is a ranger, as she is actually not much stronger than her.

Maybe, they can only hope for the double-headed lava dog fatty?

But...how can it fight against three? I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to fight against a spellcaster who is a magical and martial arts master?

"Aowu..."

After feeling Davar's concern, the fat man in the double-headed lava dog slowly lowered his head, half crawled his body, his thick limbs were slightly bowed, and his mouth was still filled with hot saliva like molten flowing, and he began to roar in a low voice, ready to pounce on the ogre opposite him and start a bloody battle!

"You are right! No matter how difficult it is, we will never give up easily!"

Tighten her battle bow, the high elf ranger Falana pulled out the last wind-attribute magic-breaking arrow from the arrow bag behind her. This was her only weapon that could break the opponent's magic shield and damage the enemy!

The enemy is very difficult. If she can't shoot through two heads of one ogre with one arrow, then they will have no chance of winning...

"For our Fire Alliance, for Quel'thalas, for Her Majesty Sylvanas..."

Finally, after a sigh in her heart, Falana gently placed the demon-breaking arrow on her bowstring. Later, once the sound of the gong at the beginning sounded, she would shoot through the head of the two-headed ogre standing at the last with lightning speed!

Only it is the least vigilant. If you attack the two in front of you, she can shoot through one of the heads of one of them at most, and that will have no meaning to their battle!

"Friends, there is still the last minute! Buy and leave, it's almost time to go! The exciting game, the bloody battle, the tragic cry of death, this grand carnival is about to begin!"

Seeing that the gladiators below were ready, the small John Misrell excitedly waved the small hammer in his hand, ready to knock down the sound of the gong that announced the start of the game.

"well……"

If that Queen of Fire and His Majesty Anne were still there, how could the Fire Alliance fall into this tragic situation?

Somehow, less than half a minute before the start of the game, Farana couldn't help but think of such a thing after watching the scorching and burning flame-burning body of the lava dog fat boy blocking the two of them.

The Queen of Fire, that powerful immortal, the Anne Hasta who defeated Archmond by her own strength, where did she go? I really hope that she can appear again and save the alliance on the verge of destruction...

Her Majesty Queen Anne, have you heard our shouts?

Finally, after saying this in his heart, Falana's somewhat lonely face became dialectically determined and resolute again.

She knew that the cruel and bloody duel was about to begin... It was filled with powerful enemy guards and crazy villains, and they could not escape even if they had weapons in their hands!

So, this will be the last battle between her and Daval...

Perhaps, the only blessing is that she and him can die on the earth of the Azeroth world?

"The competition is about to begin. Please listen to my instructions on both sides of the gladiator. Only after the gong sounds, can you attack. Otherwise... my guards will kill the fouled party directly!"

"five……"

"Four……"

"three……"

"two……"

"Uh? What's the situation..."

The short goblin raised the hammer in his hand, and when he was about to shout and ring the gong hard, his hand suddenly froze.

Because, he saw: Just above the arena, a blue space door suddenly appeared. Then, the space door became bigger and bigger, and a little girl floating and flying jumped out of it with curiosity on her face?

"Hello, you all..."

"Actually, I was going to go back directly, but... for some reason, I seemed to hear someone calling my name just now? So, do you know what happened here? And who was talking about me just now?"

⊙(?◇?)?

In the stunned eyes of all the audience and the gladiators, the blond blue-eyed girl wearing a red dress with a cute and beautiful red turban on her head and holding a plush toy bear in her hand, with curiosity on her face and slowly fell from the disappearing portal to the ground in the middle of the arena.

Seeing no one answered, Anne stood directly on the small John Misrell in the middle of the Gula Bash Arena, placed in the middle of the field, intending to reward the winner with a beautiful treasure chest.

Now Anne only knows her approximate location in the Azeroth world, but she doesn't know what so many people around her are doing, and she doesn't know why someone is calling her name just now.

But, she looked at the building around her, and seemed...they were watching some kind of game?
Chapter completed!