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Although I have heard of the Mallet of Doom, the audience here really surprised Nathanos. The ogre with a tummy chest and a night elves in silk, and even Sartre and goblins.

Nathanos couldn't help but want to ask how they got along and could sit in the audience and shout.

"I've heard of the Hammer of Doom Arena, but everything here is so surprising." The wither looked at the scene outside the iron railing curiously, but heard the female elf beside him laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

"They are expecting to see gladiators like you and me fighting each other, and you care about how they think of each other."

"This is important to me!" Nathanos snapped at her.

"How important?" she shrugged, "Are you looking forward to standing with them one day?"

Nathanos gritted his teeth. He was not angry, but wondered why the female elf in front of him could see through what he was thinking like Aurelia and Sylvanas? If explained by profession, Valilla is a stalker and is best at taking secrets, which makes sense.

"Then what's so funny about this?" he asked, because his appearance seemed to make the female elf laugh even more.

Valilla sighed and said, "Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to make fun of you on purpose. I'm also curious. I'm curious about what will you rely on to continue to inspire yourself to exist?"

For the Forgotten! Nathanos almost broke out, but he forced himself to swallow his breath. He stopped talking and stared at every move in the arena. The first duel was a flying snake captured by a thunder lizard and a dust swamp, which was an appetizer before the official competition between the gladiators.

For the forgotten and for the free will of the dead gain a foothold in this world.

Nathanos kept reminding himself of his career, but doubts still bothered him, and he reminded him all the time: Even if you keep moving towards your goal, what can you prove when the Forgotten One really stands in Azeroth? The living has always been the dominant world. Because there is life, there is the present Azeroth, and death is always the opposite of life. When Nathanos pondered, he couldn't help thinking about the question: Are the undead enemies of the entire world and all the lives in the world?

When the flying snake stabbed the fangs into the Thunder Lizard's body, the spectators of the Hammer of Doom arena let out a thunderous roar. Their voices are much better than orcs and humans. Nathanos hopes that someone can stand up and let them calm down for a while, but he found that the two ogres who organized the gladiator performance were also one of the shouting crowd.

It seems that the noise cannot be stopped, but the sudden change broke all this. The gate of the arena was opened and the first competition was about to begin.

A burly figure twisted his wet lower body into the arena. He held a handful of iron tridents and hissed from time to time.

"Naga?" Valila frowned. She didn't like Naga. This snake creature gave people a very dangerous feeling and looked a little disgusting.

Compared to Naga's appearance, Nathanos cares more about the water droplets dripping from Naga. The slave owner who trained this Naga must be a smart guy. He let Naga move in the water in advance to keep it humid. For creatures like Naga, they are more powerful in the water. Although their abilities will decrease in all aspects when they arrive on the shore, they cannot be underestimated. The twisting tail can burst out with power that ordinary people can unimaginable.

After a burst of cheers, Naga's opponent appeared next. He was not facing an ogre, a night elf or Sartre, but an orc, a female orc. She wore a wolf-skin helmet, making her face impossible for outsiders to see. She was tall and thin, but could hold a bandaged giant sword. Most of her skin was exposed and dark. The only thing she could defensive clothes on was the shoulder guard with a blade. Her hands and legs did not cover her knees, which could maximize her sensitivity in combat. For convenience, she did not wear shoes and walked towards her opponent step by step.

"This female orc seems to only attach importance to attack, she doesn't even have breast protection. Just those animal leather fabrics can't stop Naga's trident." Valilla commented. Nathanos thought what she said made sense, but this was not what he was worried about. The female orc's outfit showed that she was a sword that only paid attention to attack.

The withered smiled unconsciously, thinking that this trip was worth it.

Everyone in the audience was talking about who the female orc was. Even Rega Earth Wrath showed a look of confusion. In his impression, there was never such a gladiator.

The showdown was the end. When the ogre referee beat the drums and drums, the female orc rushed towards the Naga warrior at an unimaginable speed. Before people decided to cheer for whom, the battle was over. Before the blown leaves had fallen to the ground, Naga's body made a sound of broken bones and fell to the ground in the screams.

"How is this possible?" Valilla shouted. The elves had never seen such a quick and neat battle.

"As long as you grasp the accuracy, the showdown can become a one-sided crush."

"I'm not talking about this." The elf turned around and looked at Nathanos. "I could tell that she was a warrior who had been through many battles when she walked into the arena. However, I had thought about the attack paths that this orc might use, but the way she swung her sword just now was not the orc fighting method, but the human."

"You still know human sword skills?"

Valilla glanced at Nathanos, "As a stalker, a gladiator, of course you have to know all the unknown fighting skills."

"It's really a pity to make you a gladiator." Nathanos replied, turning his eyes and watching the victorious female orc holding her weapon high and accepting the audience's cry. There are only two moments of glory for orcs: victory or death.

After the first duel, Nathanos and Valilla fought against the bear monsters that summoned elements and the powerful ogre. When Valilla went to the arena and Rega's eyes were on the female elf, Nathanos finally had a moment of action alone. He walked to the outside of the Hammer of Doom and saw his target of the trip under a Phelas oak. The man was already waiting for him, and when he found Nathanos approaching, she knelt on one knee.
Chapter completed!