In the arena.

Accompanied by the sound of the salute, the ebony stick in Thrall walked 21 to the arena again. I was very happy that he was not holding metal weapons but practicing items. I understood that because the orc had a subconscious mind that could not harm humans, he could not carry those deadly weapons at all. For this, I still had to be satisfied with the way this lord taught, or it may mean that he underestimated my friends' strength, and I couldn't help feeling glad for them underestimating the enemy. Because I knew that Falic was definitely not as weak as they imagined.

But when my friends came out, they surprised me again. It was too early for the enemy to underestimate the enemy.

As a paladin, Farick, in order to fight fairly, even did not use metal weapons like orcs, even took off his armor and only held a wooden hammer. I immediately stood up and wanted to go down to accuse him of his rashness, but the lord's words kept me from going down.

Maybe my friend's outfit and my impulse had already made Blackmore secretly happy.

"Cheers to your warriors." The ministers present raised their wine glasses and looked at me. Seeing this, I could only raise my wine glasses, and at this time, the horn for the game preparation had been blown up. Then many guards appeared around the high platform of the game, as if they were preventing people from approaching for the sake of people's safety. At this moment, I realized that it was too late to go now.

I think he must have doubted whether my friend's brain was rusty. It would be fine if he didn't use sharp weapons, and he took off his armor like Thrall. Maybe I know some reasons. He didn't want others to recognize him as the Royal Guard of Lordaeron in his decoration, which means he was worried that my reputation would damage my reputation because I arranged for a close friend to fight.

I felt more and more uncomfortable, but I realized that my friend's approach seemed to be wasting my efforts. Because the host of the venue "Knowing the Quotes" informed my companion's identity

"This human is Farik, the chief guard of Prince Arthas! He will represent the royal city to defeat the orcs. Please stay tuned for him to bring me a wonderful performance..."

The whole audience became even more excited. There have been rumors about me over the years, so the Falik, who has intersections with me, will definitely arouse the public's interest. Some people may question the identity of this young man, but even so, it will still attract many people to buy Falik and win. This is exactly the purpose of their lords, so that their lords can earn more gold coins.

I think this lord is completely fascinated by money and forgets the most basic law of the casino - gambling is just that there are losses and losses. Of course, this theorem also exists for me. After all, Thrall is a powerful orc. Maybe he can still knock Farik to the ground and let his master return with a full load again.

The battle began, maybe Thrall wanted to end the battle as soon as possible. He kept attacking Falic, and Falic obviously had a deeper understanding of the orc's tactics after observing his several battles. On the other hand, Thrall would never know my friend's fighting routine.

This is Farik's advantage, because he knows himself and his enemy, and I believe that there is more than just this.

Thrall not only has the power of an orc, but is more agile than his kind, and has tactics. All of this should be attributed to his teacher, Colonel Langton, who is an excellent warrior, but he is still not as good as Farik’s mentor Uther after all. Humanity’s talent in agility is not comparable to orcs, so Farik can still avoid the attacks of orcs. So I still firmly believe that I can win this time.

I thought Falik must have understood that his enemy had already fought on the outside but the inside, so he also chose to fight attrition with him as much as possible, that is, he kept revealing fake flaws to him and seducing the orc to constantly attack him. He was waiting for an opportunity to give him a fatal blow.

So the scene seems to be one-sided orcs, but in fact the victory is on my side.

And I am very happy that the lord actually gave up his subjective judgment with the shout of attention, and naturally thought that he would get the money. I think it is necessary to have two drinks with him for this misjudgment, so that he can get more excited, because I believe that the higher I stand, the more I fall.

After all, Thrall is not a fool. The long-term experience of fighting has made the orc understand that he is fighting a cunning human. I watched Farick slow to attack, and I understood that my friend would definitely hit the attack before he took action, especially after he realized that this human was more cunning than he had been in contact with before. This also forced him to change his strategy.

When Falik made a flaw again, he pretended to stretch out his stick to attack, and his eyes were carefully observing what he might have, because his real punching path was to prepare a fatal blow from his backhand.

Falic was hit. When he wanted to dodge the left, Sal's fist had reached to his upcoming position. Although Falic was also ready to defend, the punch still hit his stomach.

The huge force still put Falik down far away and fell to the ground.

The audience was shocked. Then it became boiling as usual. When the orc saw the enemy fall, he yelled at the rostrum and the audience station like the previous few victories. Although I believe he was exhausted, his howling was louder. Perhaps it was because he realized that he was definitely a powerful opponent who had knocked down, and his fall also meant that his hard work was about to end.

Almost all the audience cheered for the orc's victory. Because in everyone's concept, no one could withstand such a strong blow from him. I was also shocked. I really didn't expect that the orc could defeat my most complimentary partner, Farik, in his state.

Although I lost the tax bet on the treasury without authorization, I thought I would better go and see the safety of my companions first. I avoided the happy eyes of Yiblakemore. I was about to jump out of the field to check my friend's injuries and had an abnormality, which made us cancel the idea and smile again.

Falic stood up intact again and continued to act in a combat posture to face the orcs, as if nothing had happened.

This surprised everyone present. I gradually thought of the reason.

Although the punch just now is very heavy for people, it is at most a little higher than Muladin's strength. Usually, after being hit like this, we can recover after simple treatment of the Holy Light. I dare say that he must have healed himself as he himself. Perhaps Farik created himself that he could use the power of the Holy Light to heal himself without others knowing it.

I may understand how he learned this trick, which is what he realized when he was beaten by a short man all day long. Although it is meaningless to hide it on the battlefield, it is very different when practicing. Because he can keep himself in his best condition without knowing it, but who knows this kind of cheating method?

Of course, all this is thanks to the dwarf's hospitality and the learning of the healing ability of the holy light.

Is the drunk Blackmore? I believe this lord would probably not believe that he can master the power of the Holy Light.

When Falic stood in front of Thrall intact, the audience cheered, while Blackmore and Thrall showed strange and fearful eyes. Maybe it was hard for them to imagine a human being able to stand up intact after taking such a heavy punch. If this could not knock down my friend, what else could they help him defeat this human being.

"Why, why, can you still stand up?" Thrall asked in fear. Maybe he became timid when he saw this scene and had no fighting spirit.

"The Holy Light is above, because you orcs are very ugly." After Falic said that, he raised his wooden stick and smashed it at him. Sar just used his arm to block his face and did not dare to do any evasion or counterattack. But this time Falic did not use the power of the Holy Light, perhaps because he was afraid that his improper use of his Holy Light would kill the giant beast.

But maybe the psychological effect, maybe Sal had no power to stand, and after eating and hanging his head, he was knocked to the ground and did not stand up.

When they saw this scene, even more enthusiastic cheers broke out. Because this was the first time that Thrall had lost in the gladiator, and at this moment, only Blackmore, few people felt sad because the audience who bet on Farick could return with a full load. Perhaps because of this, the audience shouted the names of their companions at this time.

"Falic..." sounded louder than when he first gave it to Thal. Perhaps he would be a celebrity in the future.

The angry Blackmore was even more unforgivable to hear such cheers. He jumped over his guards and whipped his slaves hard. My partner and I also jumped down, but the purpose was to celebrate with our friends.

Although the three of them were unhappy with me today for some deals with Lord Blackmore, in terms of the result, there was no reason for them to refuse me to cheer with them, such as tying him up and circling around the field. And I knew my actions would further enhance my reputation and status as a Warrior in the entire league.

This is exactly what this friend of mine needs.

However, seeing Thal who was slapped on the side, I felt that I still had to do something, otherwise he might not be able to survive today.

"I think you can pay half of the taxes"

I walked forward and said to Lake Moore, and his eyes were so excited that he heard that he was about to pay less, and when he saw me, he seemed to be like his own father again.

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you very much..."

"But you can't kill him. Next time I'm healthy and physically fit, my other guards want to continue fighting with him." Hearing me explaining this, Sasarien and Melwin couldn't help but change their faces, and unconsciously framed the Farick who had not been ready to come down on the ground. Regardless of outsiders, they all turned their angry eyes to me.

"Oh, of course." Lord Blackmore looked at my two men. Perhaps he realized that my two partners had a different relationship with me, but he cared more about making their strength, such as the gap between them and Farick. So he became excited. Then he threw down the whip that beat Sar and said to us, "Will we still have to bet at that time?"

"Of course!" I glanced at their unextinguishable and angry eyes, and then answered to the lord.

"I wish you a happy time here, my honorable guests." Lord Blackmore left, and his servants carried Sal, who was lying on the ground, back to the medical room on a stretcher. I was looking at Sal. I really wanted to communicate with this orc before he escaped from prison.

When my friends and I returned to the inn, Melvin and Sassarian were blaming each other, obviously because I said I would let them fight with each other in the future.

They both knew the strength of the orc. If they hadn't been lucky, they would have sent Farick to a stretcher

Maybe they don't understand why I became so cruel, but I understand why I said that. By the time we meet next time, it's an unknown whether this lord can still live. This is just a blank check. It's just a reinforcement plan to prevent Thrall from being executed. And even if they are really invited to the arena, I believe that at most they will be carried out by a stretcher, which is not much different from the shorts who beat them up.

But it wasn't when I was thinking about that issue, I was still accepting them like a child...
Chapter completed!