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Gizlok pushed open the tanned leather door curtain of the tent, and when he walked in, he looked back and confirmed that no one was... no one should have eavesdropped.

Nathanos' scarlet eyes helped him to identify the location of his master, and the goblin bent down and bowed. "Master, the gladiator is about to begin, your opponent is Logosh under Rega."

"You're late. If you haven't shown up in a few minutes, I'll have to walk into the arena without getting your report."

Gizlok bowed deeply again: "Please forgive me, Master. I have been completing your mission, but it takes longer."

Nathanos Decay rarely gets angry with his subordinates. Of course, he treats the Forgotten equally. And he knows that Gizlok is indeed completing his mission, collecting information about the "Ghost Wolf" Logosh for him when he is tripped by one duel after another.

"You're forgiven." Nathanos smiled, "Say, what did you find out?"

"Logosh, a human warrior, had a record of twenty-three consecutive victories and zero losses. He was used to holding a sword in each hand. And..." Jizlok turned the next page, and in order to save money, he directly wrote the information on the account book full of transactions. "You are the most concerned about his appearance." He paused, "The situation... is a bit complicated."

Nathanos's smile suddenly disappeared. What does it mean to be complicated? Do the people here don't even know what Logosh looks like?

"I asked a lot of people, and their descriptions were all imaginative, master." Jizlok continued: "They said Logosh was strong, with firm eyes and excellent martial arts... but he didn't talk about his facial features. I don't think anyone would pay attention to this, after all, the audience in the arena cares which side would bleed."

Nathanos laughed coldly: "Inquiring too much can easily cause suspicion. It seems that if I want to confirm the identity of Logosh, I have to meet him in the arena." He shook his hair, which gradually turned gray, "This trip is destined not to end so easily."

"I think yes, master." The goblin scratched his head and asked, "Will the plan continue?"

"Everything is normal. But..." Nathanos said at this point, and he suddenly began to look directly outside the tent, his eyes gradually flashing with anger. Gizlok noticed his strange behavior and turned his head to look. He heard nothing except the sound of the wind rolling up the wood roll.

"What's wrong, master?" asked the goblin, but the Withering One did not answer.

After a long silence, Nathanos looked at the goblin, "Perform as planned, but you need to make some modifications!"

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Duel night was here. The audience was in a mess and the crowd even squeezed outside the gate.

Nathanos' opponent walked into the venue. The drums rumbling and roared. They wanted to know how deep a human hated the undead. The Withered is still looking at the human called the "Ghost Wolf". He is as strong as the rumors say, with a firm look. His dark black hair is tied with a thin rag, which is a common custom for the elves, but for a gladiator, he is very smart. His hair will affect himself in battle, so he avoids possible accidents in this way.

Nathanos was both strange and familiar with that face. He had not seen Varian for many years. When Lothar came to Lordaeron, he was just a teenager, and now he has become an excellent warrior - if this human being was him.

"Forgotten," shouted the human, his voice as terrifying as his title. "I am the 'Ghost Wolf' Logosh."

"I can write this sentence for you on the tombstone of the mass grave." Nathanos responded.

The human smiled slightly, ignoring the naive practice of the opponent's vain attempt to anger him. "You have defeated my two companions, Browl and Valilla, and have also won the opportunity to challenge me. And I am here to meet your challenge."

"I get it," Nathanos looked at Valilla and Broll in the audience, especially the former. "Aren't you here?"

"I will make you regret appearing in front of me," Logosh said firmly. "Unless you choose a way other than duels to save your life."

"How can I save my life?" Nathanos asked.

"Present your own hand." The humans noticed that Nathanos smiled disdainfully, knowing that the undead would not agree to this condition, "or let me take your life." He continued, his calm tone as if he was talking about the weather. "You are very clear about the outcome of this duel. It is not embarrassing to choose the first condition."

"I never make a passive choice." said the Withering One. Logosh could see that his opponent was still very confident, and perhaps he seriously underestimated him. "Especially after death, I will only create answers for myself."

Nathanos clasped his sword with both hands. Varian noticed that the palm of his left hand was wrapped in a bandage, which was left when he fought with Valilla.

"Everyone present knows my ability, so you can wait until your injury heals before competing with me. Of course, this means that you choose to die and turn into a crow's meal before noon tomorrow."

"Injury?" Nathanos felt angry when he heard these two words, "My injuries will never heal."

Varian was startled, and then shook his head helplessly. He rushed forward, pointing his right knife to Nathanos' heart.

The Withered had seen through his intention long before he took action. He moved a little to the left for half of his body and cleverly avoided the attacks of humans.

Salamani was gently lifted by him, then threw out an accurate arc and hit the back of the human left sword. Nathanos heard his gasp.

He is trying his best to parry.

"You're almost out of reach?"

Logosh responded to Nathanos with a fiery fighting spirit burning in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and tried his best.

The two sides were equally powerful and maintained their movements and stalemate with their opponents. The audience's shouts seemed to be about to flood the silence of Kalimdo's night.

If he had to compare his physical strength, Logosh knew that the undead creatures were tireless and now he was at a disadvantage. He had to break the deadlock. He learned Valila's move and raised his legs to attack Nathanos' abdomen, but the other party seemed to have predicted his thoughts in advance, and he used one hand to stop him and retreated with the force.

The attack failed, but it didn't matter. Luo Gosh waited for the moment to counterattack. He pulled out the spear behind him and threw it into the undead's eyebrows.

Nathanos leaned back and watched the spear fly over him, while in order to maintain balance, he adjusted his center of gravity by turning around.

Logosh had rushed up and pounced on the prey's throat like a ghost wolf...

The crowd watched as the warm blood splashed on the marble and sucked the air conditioner at the same time. No one could guess that the duel was going so suddenly.

Logosh groaned and took several steps back. He couldn't believe all this. A burning pain came from the sword and the bridge of his nose. The "Ghost Wolf" tasted his own blood. He looked at the weapon of the undead, and the sword split into two. One just blocked the raid he launched from behind, and the other one followed one after another, slashing his face.

Defensive and offense are completed almost at the same time...

"This is impossible." Valilla's heart was beating wildly. She opened her mouth and shouted in surprise: "This is impossible."

Rega Earth Wrath smashed his fist on the wooden stake on the handrail, thinking that he might be defeated today.

Only Broll can still maintain peace. The Druid Way allows him to control his emotions. He looked at the gladiator who called himself "Forsaken" with a complicated expression and murmured: "It turns out it is him!"

A setback was not enough to end the competition, and Logosh rushed forward in the blink of an eye with his weapon. Nathanos used an uninjured handrail to open the blocking momentum, ready to face a human with a lengthy slash that was enough to open the cranios.

Nathanos fell to his left knee and took the attack from humans with difficulty. Suddenly, Nathanos recalled something - not how to deal with this human, but his original intention of coming here. Yes, confirm his identity. He broke through Logosh's attack with his cold arms, revealing a flaw in the center of his chest, and then kicked him back. He heard the other party slump to the ground and moaned - but he ignored it.

The blade flashed, and Nathanos waved the sword in his hand until he confirmed the move of Logosh. Many years ago, at the Royal Training Ground in Lordaeron, a down-and-out prince had trained swordsmanship with a two-year-old companion in the scorching sun. The prince's determination was amazing. With every attack he tried his best, he reminded himself: live, win, and tear the enemy into pieces.
Chapter completed!