"You will see him soon. The noble prince of the Biqu & Qu & Ge..." In the center of the Beast Fighting Platform, which is also the best viewing podium, Blackmore was busy looking at me and signaling me to wait patiently for a while.

He was right, I was indeed a little impatient, but my patience was indeed limited. It was not because Thrall had not appeared for a long time, but because I felt that I could not stand his flattering attitude. The alcoholic and obscene face really made me unbearable.

I began to pray inside that I wouldn't endure it for too long.

Maybe my wish was answered, and when the gate creaked open, everyone's eyes were set on the field below, a huge and strong body stepped forward, and the audience stood up and shouted his name in unison.

"Shar, Shar" is like a hero and is welcomed by humans, but this is another kind of welcome.

"Look, he is the orc you want to see." He pointed to the orc who had just emerged from the cage below. "You are satisfied, right?"

I nodded and looked at the orc he was talking about.

Thrall is huge. Except for the orc's legendary lord Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction, I dare say that I have never seen any orc compete with him in muscles. Maybe in a few years, he will definitely become the number one warrior of the tribe.

Of course, the premise is that the tribe can rise again, or there is a need for us to rise. I thought so.

I began to think that he was covered in armor, but after I carefully observed it, he found that he did not wear a helmet and had almost no armor. The black and brown color was his skin color, which was the essential difference between him and other orcs. He truly inherited the appearance of their ancestors and the purity. The scars and bruises on his body mean that this orc should be a frequent visitor in the gladiator. However, this orc who was baptized by blood and pain did not show any signs of disability. Instead, this high-intensity exercise made him look very healthy.

His performance began.

Soon he showed his high combat skills. Whether it was an ogre with more brute force than him, a fierce wild boar, a lion, a smart and numerical human warrior, or a solid robot made by a dwarf, they were quickly defeated when facing this orc. On the other hand, after the war, Thrall was as if nothing had happened, and he was not angry and left no scars on his body. He was just treating the sixth opponent - his fellow tribes, and he was not worried about being slightly injured.

I can see that when he was fighting with his fellow tribes, he himself showed a hint of sorrow. Perhaps this is why he was hurt.

‘It seems that he can be redeemed.’ I thought so. At this moment, his master became proud of me.

"I taught him," Blackmore said proudly. "He is very powerful, but very obedient."

"Has he lost?" I asked.

"Never, Your Highness, will never come. But people have always hoped that he would be knocked down, which is strange."

The lord pretended to be strange and felt wronged about his slaves, but his fake face was quickly exposed by me.

"That's because you're going to lose money."

"That's right." Blackmore spoke out his bad habits of gambling without any concealment, but he didn't care that I knew his bad habits. Maybe he thought that I, a sixteen-year-old, could still be shaped, such as becoming the same as him.

I looked at his face, so I deliberately said to him. "As long as the treasury can draw 20% of your income, you can continue forever."

My words worked very well. After mentioning money, Blackmore immediately became nervous.

"Didn't you say that as long as you can be happy here, you can't do taxes?" He looked at me in surprise, and three of my partners were also surprised. They didn't expect that I had made such a dirty deal with the lord. I think if there were no other outsiders present, I believe they would have scolded me for a long time.

Seeing that he made my whispers public, I would respond immediately.

"That's because I didn't see the real game." I said angrily at Blackmore. I was really angry,

, but the point of anger was not what I said, but that he actually made our whispers public, and also modified the content and left me blank.

"But all I sent out are the most powerful warriors and beasts." Blackmore was no longer angry, but instead became flattering and innocent.

This is also his essential face as a politician, and I should have to teach this lord a lesson

"Maybe, I have it." I glanced at the three of Faliks, and everyone immediately understood what I meant. I believe that my partners would definitely have the urge to beat me up at this time, because they saw the meaning of letting them fight in my eyes. But I can't care so much, I believe that my three partners can definitely defeat this orc. At this moment, the cunning lord once again compressed my thoughts.

"Which of your warriors can bring us regular games?" Blackmore asked me loudly with a sneer, obviously he wanted everyone to know that I was going to send a warrior to the gladiator, not what I thought I would have the three of them to join the battle together. So his sharp voice angered me again.

Maybe I was really angry and wanted to teach this cunning lord a lesson at all costs.

"I just want to give you a bet. If I win, you will give half of the tax as required, half of the full amount; if I lose, you will be exempt from taxes, and soon you will receive a reward order from your father, and more orcs for you to fight and be a slave.

"Then, how to bet, that's a very high-chip game." Lord Blackmore smiled at me, as if he was expecting this result.

Seeing his virtue, I really want to break his head, but I can't, I can only bite the bullet and go close to his ear and say

"Of course it's a gladiator," I said softly. "My warriors will definitely be able to defeat your orcs at this time."

I believe the lord should have heard the voice of anger in my heart. I wanted to put pressure on this politician in the form of anger, but I didn't expect him to do even more. The execution in public revealed our deal to the audience.

Although everyone present cheered for a wonderful game, I believe that if my father or Uther knew about it, I would definitely be severely criticized. After all, let my companions participate in adventure battles and gambling with national interests, I believe that every one might put me in a confinement, so I must teach him a lesson now.

"Falic." I called my angry partner. "Can you defeat that orc?" I looked firmly at this friend who was still angry with me.

Perhaps it was because he was angry that he did not accept my order as soon as possible, that is, he did not say "follow the order" or other similar words or actions to me in front of everyone.

"Your cronies will be injured." Blackmore looked at my partner. I knew he was not worried about the safety of my friend, but was surprised that I really dared to bet with him, and that I sent a young man who he mistakenly thought was timid, a guy who just turned oh, who could hardly imagine anything extraordinary.

Maybe he was beaten by this ugly lord, or maybe he felt my dignity and was questioned. In short, Blackmore's words aroused Farick's anger, and he nodded and bowed to me, indicating that he would accept the challenge.

The lord was even surprised by this.

I felt a little satisfied and said to the lord who disgusted me: "Didn't you say he is very obedient or do you dare not gamble?"

"Of course." Blackmore answered me excitedly. Then he said to one of his own men. "Put the next opponent troll back into the cage." He signaled Falik to follow him and prepare for it. I knew that this was what he wanted, because he didn't believe that my friend could defeat his orc slave.

Maybe my partner will hate me at this time, but I don't think there is real danger to Falic, because I have a vague memory of Thrall, who once lost in an excessive load of battle. I believe that if there is, then this should be this time.

Because Blackmore didn't arrange this money tree battle at first, it must have considered his physical strength.

Therefore, after a few days of battle and now he has fought six powerful enemies six times. I believe that no sports intensity can be higher than this time. And I also think that Farik's level must be stronger than the green moss monster (Hulk Troll) that should have appeared. So for the above analysis, I think I will definitely win this gambling, and others should not know that the power of the guard's holy light can completely allow him to advance to a quasi-paladin. It's okay, the people here will not recognize the power of the real paladin at all.

Of course, when he defeats this beast, he will also gain a huge reputation, which will also help him establish prestige in the future. Especially the future chief of the orc, the glory he brings to defeat him is like Tulayang's personal defeat of Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction that could build momentum for his reputation.

Now what I do is to stabilize this lord. I am afraid that this knowledgeable lord will turn against me when he sees my partner using the Holy Light. So I have to drink a few glasses of strong wine first so that this guy with alcohol can enter a hazy state first.

"Cheers to friendship." I said to Blackmore, and my eyes were unconsciously looking at Sasarien and Melwin. And I only saw them throwing my anger.

Maybe Falik thought so, but he did not show his back. So today's most exciting fight began immediately.

Thrall did not appear to be tired on the surface, and his mental outlook was as bright as he was at the beginning. At least he wanted to show people his own strength. What could give him the most illusion was his fierce eyes, as if he was going to scare Farik first.

On the surface, they are often manifestations of strong concealment, and his performance also convinced me that he is already weak in my opinion, because smart people will show strength to the enemy only when they are no longer in a state. And if he is at the peak, he will definitely pretend to show weakness to his opponent. Obviously, Thrall's ability to become the chief already shows that he is a smart orc, so he must be a little tired now.

And I am also very happy that his master, Blackmore, did not see through the orc's real situation. Perhaps his servant was about to report the true situation of Thrall to his master, but whenever the trainer wanted to have an idea of ​​getting close to his master, I would always toast to his master, and behind him was like Thrall, looking at the slave fiercely until he disappeared in front of my eyes with fear.

My strategy played a role, and the lord who had low alcohol content quickly entered the ecstasy. I smiled in my heart.
Chapter completed!