Chapter 711 Three Philosophical Questions

time flies.

No matter how brave a soldier is, he will grow old one day.

No matter how glorious the legend is, it will sometimes be forgotten.

In the city of Brill in the Tirisfal Glades of Lordaeron, it has now become one of the famous gladiatorial arenas in Lordaeron. There are cruel and bloody gladiatorial performances every day. There are seven gladiatorial arenas, large and small, and all seats are packed every day.

The top gladiatorial performance is naturally in the city of Lordaeron, but the slightly inferior one is Brill.

"Now, let us welcome the invincible orc gladiator who has been undefeated for 88 consecutive games - the brutal Gusa!"

With the emcee's roar in the amplified magic, the enthusiasm of the five thousand audience members was completely ignited. People came from all over, including noble local nobles, big businessmen who had made a lot of money, small townspeople who came to gamble and try their luck, and even girls who were supposed to be knitting in the boudoir. Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs , venting the enthusiasm in his heart.

"Gusa! Gusa! Gusa!"

"I want to win! I've put all this month's wages on you."

Accompanied by the heavy metal sound of twisting iron chains, a young but extremely strong orc holding a rough stone battle ax strode out of the dark dungeon to the arena outside. What lay before him was a black land, and no matter how many times he tried, he could not get used to the smell of blood inside.

The blood stains condensed into mud have long been inseparable from the black soil. There are blood stains from his enemies, his compatriots, and him.

He didn't care about the cheers of humans or the smell of blood in the earth.

He shrugged his rough nose and looked across.

The voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again: "And his opponent today is - from the Alterac Snow Mountains - a more cruel - and more inhumane horror creature than him - guess what it is!?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—" With a more wild roar, a huge cage was pulled by the chain on the winch and aimed at another exit.

The huge and powerful creature inside has not yet come out, but it has already become violent under the stimulation of human voices.

"Bang——"

"Bang - bang -"

The giant creature was already frantically hitting the iron gate, which was as thick as a human leg.

"Wow!" The audience, just as the emcee wished, let out bursts of exclamations.

There were exclamations from young girls, cheers from big businessmen, and even more gasps.

"Everyone, guess what that is!?" After having enough fun, the host finally roared: "The extremely powerful Gusa, his opponent today is - the Snowman King of Broken Ridge!"

Sure enough, what came was an even louder scream from the audience.

In the eyes of others, this is no longer a normal duel. The terrifying Snowman King, who was five meters tall, faced off against the Orc Warrior who was over 2.20 meters tall. This is a showdown between adults and babies.

But there was nothing the organizers could do.

Gusa is so powerful. In the past three years, he has killed countless opponents. Among the opponents who are slightly closer in strength, there is no enemy that Gusa cannot kill.

Gusa has won too much, and the people who opened the betting market can no longer win much money. Even if the handicap has reached 10 to 11, which is so popular, ordinary people can still make a small profit by buying Gusa to win without any brain.

This made the organizers very unhappy. But Gusa is so popular, so we can't kill him in private.

This is Gusa's last showdown. If he doesn't die, he will have no choice but to sell him to Lordaeron City and let a stronger enemy kill him. I heard that there were even demonic creatures in the bloodiest arena in Lordaeron.

However, Gusa's master, Viscount Naris, was still disappointed.

Facing the Snowman King who looks like a hill, Gusa is still clean and tidy.

When the Snowman King rushed over, he directly [Charged], turned into an afterimage, rushed to the Snowman King's shoulder, and then knocked out the Snowman King with a [Thunder Blow], and immediately took over the Whirlwind Slash. After beheading the Snowman King blindly, Gusa avoided the Snowman King's last struggle with a graceful little jump that was as light as an elf, and then slashed the monster's cervical vertebra from behind with an axe.

The Snowman King's head just flew out.

knock off!

"Wow wow wow -" Gusa shouted in the orc language that humans did not understand.

Gusa returned to his dark and damp cellar again. As soon as he sat down on his thatched bed, a rich voice speaking in orc language came from the next door: "Thank you for your hard work, Go'ir."

No one knew that the cellar in Gusa, located deepest underground, had secret passages separated by walls. As long as he wants, he can break through the wall and leave this hellish place at any time.

"This kind of monster is just enough for me to warm up. Don't humans have any new ideas?"

"Gu'ir, never underestimate humans. There are definitely not a few strong humans."

Guza did not pay attention to the name Go'ir, but asked: "How many people are as strong as you? Orgrim!"

Orgrim? It's Orgrim?

Times have changed, and no one would have thought that Orgrim, who according to the official records of Lordaeron was supposed to have died of illness in an underground cell in the city of Lordaeron, would actually appear in this small place, so secretly meeting this man known as Guy. The young orcs were talking through the wall.

"If you are referring to melee professionals, no less than three."

"Anduin Lothar, Uther Lightbringer and Saidan Dathrohan? Are these the strong human beings I need to pay attention to?" Go'el frowned: "In addition to the kings of various countries, it is important Is it them?"

"No, what I want to tell you today is that no matter the kings of various countries or these three people, they are all rubbish compared to the man who is known as the nemesis of the orcs and the tribal enemy. Remember the name I told you, Brand this name into the deepest part of your soul, because - he is the culprit of the tribe's tragic defeats in all three wars!"

When Gu'ir heard this, his muscles tensed subconsciously, and even his breathing became lighter.

Orgrim spoke: "His name is Duke Marcus!"

At this moment, there was sudden lightning and thunder and strong winds near a remote town on the continent of Lordaeron.

Countless rays of lightning gathered, and the purple-blue electric snake twisted and twisted. Finally, with the supreme power of thunder, it carved a huge and standard circle on the ground, which was rounder than a compass.

Outside the circle, everything was scorched black.

The green grass and yellow land were all replaced by black.

In the middle of the circle, there is a very unexpected young man with a naked body. He is posing like a statue of a 'thinker', although the muscles on his body are not toned at all.

A face that needs a slap in the face.

"who I am?"

"Where am I from?"

"Where am I going?"