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"Your Highness, please see." Lieutenant General Edras Blackmore said, "The kingdom's funds have been used to the maximum extent. Various preventive measures have been arranged here, which can be said to be extremely strict, so we can hold gladiatorial battles here.

Contest."

"I know this." Arthas said. He was touring around accompanied by Nathanos. Durnholde Castle is very huge. It is now filled with a festive atmosphere. The time has entered the cool autumn, and the air is flying.

The blue and white flags above the castle rustled in the breeze. Now, they were walking behind the crenellations at the head of the city.

"You can see it with your own eyes now." Blackmoore promised while giving his prince a flattering smile.

Nathanos was filled with disgust when he first saw this guy. Although Blackmoore looked energetic and neatly dressed, his bloodshot eyes showed that this guy was often drunk. Furthermore, when he spoke,

He always had an inexplicable smile, as if every word he said was setting a trap for Alsace, and the prince's reaction was all in his expectation.

Was the money from the treasury used correctly in those prisoner-of-war camps? Nathanos suspected that what Blackmoore said was false, and that the money actually went into his pocket. What's more, Nathanos also inquired about his

life experience!

Blackmore's father, General Adeline Blackmore, was a notorious traitor who was tried and convicted of betraying state secrets. Although that was a long time ago, this stain remained close to Blackmore's military career.

Following him closely. It was only because of his numerous achievements, especially his bravery in fighting the orcs, that he was promoted to his current position.

"I'm looking forward to seeing today's fight." Arthas said, "Can I see your Thrall?"

A smile appeared on Blackmore's face. His carefully trimmed goatee was parted. "According to the schedule, there is no battle for him today, but since His Highness has given orders, I will definitely find him the most valuable opponent."

Two hours later, the inspection ended, and Arthas and Nathanos had an extremely exquisite lunch together.

"What do you think of Blackmoore?" Arthas asked.

Nathanos closed his eyes and chewed cheese impatiently. "He almost had the word flattery written on his face!"

Arthas smiled, finally choking on the food in his throat, and immediately agreed: "I wonder if those soldiers would stand guard like this if they didn't know that their future king would come."

They were chatting when Brockmoore suddenly walked in again. Nathanos thought to himself that this guy really never misses any opportunity to get close to Arthas.

"Lieutenant General Blackmore?" Arthas put down the cup in his hand and looked at him doubtfully.

When he walked into the restaurant, he bowed to Alsace first. When he bent down, Nathanos saw a girl standing behind him, who was his maid. The blond girl was plainly dressed,

Her beautiful face did not need any modification at all. She carefully put away the empty plates on the table with a smile on her face. At this time, Nathanos and Arthas' dislike of Blackmoore reached its peak. He

He came over, reached out and touched the girl's arm, and said:

"Her name is Taressa Foxton." When the girl was clearing the dishes, Blackmore's hand was still stroking her arm, and the girl named Taressa still maintained her posture.

Smiling, but Nathanos could detect the distress and helplessness in her eyes. "She is the daughter of my personal servant Tamis. I believe you will see him soon."

Arthas gave the girl his warmest smile and nodded. She reminded Arthas of Jaina. Like Jaina, Taressa had blond hair lit by the sun. The girl responded quickly to Arthas.

He smiled and began to carefully put away the tableware on the table. Finally, he curtsied to the three people and turned around to exit the restaurant.

Two hours later, in the arena

Alsace's voice was hoarse from shouting, and his palms hurt from clapping. He saw a wonderful game.

At first, he felt a little uncomfortable. The first animals that were put into the arena were just some ferocious beasts. They bit each other until each other died. The only purpose of these battles was just to warm up the real show. But Al

Sass loved animals, and he felt a little uneasy seeing these animals being treated so badly.

When the war between humans and beasts began, Alsace's displeasure quickly disappeared. Blackmoore said that those who participated in the performance would receive generous rewards. And they would become famous for their victory in the arena.

Famous person.

Of course, the orcs would not receive this kind of treatment. Arthas knew this and approved of this differentiated treatment.

"Lieutenant General Blackmoore." Nathanos leaned on a pillar absentmindedly. This was the first time he came here to talk to Blackmoore. Of course, neither of them wanted to talk to each other. Same as Nathanos.

, Blackmoore was very wary when he first saw the person next to the prince. Nathanos' eyes always made him uneasy, as if he could peek into his inner secrets.

"When will your orc pet appear?"

Arthas also looked at Blackmoore curiously when he heard this question.

"Of course, it will be his turn soon." Blackmore smiled.

He did not disappoint Nathanos. It was obvious that all the performances so far were just to warm up the audience. When a door on the edge of the arena opened with a "squeak", a huge green shape stepped forward.

When he strode into the arena, all the spectators stood up and roared. Nathanos was surprised to find that Arthas was also a roaring member of the group. Everyone was shouting.

One name - Sal

Thrall was very tall, and much healthier than the orcs Nathanos had seen in the prisoner of war camp. He looked extremely alert. He was barefoot, had almost no armor on his body, and was not wearing a helmet. He was green.

The skin was tightly wrapped with muscles as hard as tree roots. He stood much taller and taller than other orcs. The cheers were deafening. Thrall walked around the arena, raised his fists, and

His green face without any wrinkles faced the rose petals that were falling on him like raindrops.

"I taught him all his skills." Blackmoore proudly began to explain to Arthas.

"Has he ever lost?"

"Never, Your Highness. He will never lose, but people still hope so. So the money keeps flowing."

Arthas glanced at him. "As long as the royal treasury gets its due share, you can continue this game, Lieutenant General." He turned his head again and watched the orc complete the ritual of circling the field.

While Nathanos was carefully observing Thrall, he would not ignore what Blackmoore and Arthas said. He did not expect that the royal family of Lordaeron could still profit from such a game.

"He absolutely obeys us." Blackmore said immediately, "He was raised by humans and has already learned to fear and respect us."

"Obey us, or you?" Nathanos asked deliberately.

This question made Blackmore's face freeze. Arthas also realized something and looked at Blackmore with the same eyes, waiting for his answer.

"Of course I obey the King of Lordaeron. I serve His Majesty King Terenas, and Thrall obeys my orders, so he is also equivalent to serving King Terenas."

Alsace nodded.

Nathanos sneered, whether intentionally or not, and said, "Interesting explanation."

The leader of Durnhall Castle clenched his fists. But the tall orc helped him regain his dignity. He turned his head towards Arthas, Blackmoore and Nathanos, put his fist on his chest, and deeply

Bowed.

"Did you see that? Absolutely obey orders." Blackmoore said in a thick voice. He stood up, raised a small flag and waved it a few times. Across the circular arena, a sturdy red-haired man began to wave another small flag.

Qi Thrall turned towards the gate beside the arena and at the same time clenched the huge battle ax in his hand.

"Huh? How does this orc salute?" Nathanos looked at Thrall in confusion.

The guards began to raise the gate. Before it could be fully opened, a bear as tall as an invincible rushed out from it. The mane on its neck exploded high, and its huge body rushed towards Sa.

Well, it was like a cannonball flying out of the barrel. The roar of the furious bear even drowned out the cheers of the crowd.

Thrall stood firmly on the spot, and did not take a step to the side until the last moment, swinging the giant battle ax like a stick. The ax blade opened a terrible wound on the side of the beast. The pain made the giant

The beast roared wildly. It turned around violently, and red blood splashed all over the ground. The orc stood up again and began to move at a speed that was incompatible with his tall stature. He turned to the bear and shouted a series of taunts

The words, but Nathanos could hear that what he said was human language. The huge battle ax fell immediately, and the bear's head was almost completely chopped off from its neck. The giant bear ran forward a few more steps,

Then he suddenly fell to the ground, but his whole body was still twitching.

Thrall raised his head and let out a roar of victory. The crowd was wildly excited, but Arthas just stared at the scene blankly.

According to Arthas' observation, the orc didn't even have a single scratch on his body, and there wasn't even any violent ups and downs in his chest.

"This is just the beginning." Blackmoore couldn't help but smile when he saw Arthas's reaction. "Three people will attack him in the next game, but he can never kill humans, he can only defeat them. It will be a brute force battle.

It is a useless battle that can only be won by strategy."

The three human gladiators were all strong men with muscular bodies. They entered the arena and saluted their opponents and the audience. But not long after, they were all beaten to the ground by Thrall.

The visit to Durnholde Castle lasted for five days in total. On one of the days, Taresha Foxton came to Nathanos's private residence. He opened the door himself and saw the beautiful blond

The girl stood at the door, holding a plate full of delicious food in her hands. The girl's eyes were lowered, but her overly revealing clothes made Nathanos not know what to say for a moment.

Theresa curtsied. "Master Blackmore sent me to bring you these." Pink clouds appeared on her cheeks.

"The prince's room is above." Nathanos replied, and just as he was about to close the door, Talesa said hurriedly.

"No, no, it's just for you."

Nathanos was a little confused and slowly took the delicacy from her hand.

The girl still stood motionless at the door.

"What else?" Nathanos asked with a frown.

The pink on her cheeks became darker. She finally raised her eyes and looked at Nathanos. There was a calm look of resignation in her eyes. "Master Blackmore sent me to bring you these." She said what she had just said.

The words were repeated, "I think you might like these."

Nathanos understood at once. This made him feel very angry. He tried to calm himself down - it was not the fault of the girl in front of him, she was just wrongly used by others.

"I would like to ask," Nathanos said, "are you going to go to His Royal Highness Prince Alsace's room next, or are there other girls who went upstairs without any clothes like you?

"

"No, no, no, I'm the only one..."

"Go back and tell Blackmore that he is enthusiastic!"

"Your Excellency, please don't drive me away. If Master Blackmore knows..."
To be continued...