"The last champion of the championship was the "Shattered Sun" band from Shattrath City, most of them are fierce Draenei gladiators, they won the prize money and took it back to build Shattrath City, these gladiators were regarded as heroes by the whole city, and this year they have recruited some Shatterer Berserkers, and the goal is still to be the champion. ”

At Tyrion's side, Glokush, who had also returned to Nagrand on vacation, enthusiastically introduced several strong teams of this championship to the Grand Lord.

As the former Great Chief, Glokush is very keen on gladiatorial fighting, in fact, from the first Champions Cup to the current sixth, he has never been absent, and for the famous gladiators in the entire Draenor world, Glokush is also a treasure.

This is probably one of his few hobbies as an undead.

Of course, the Death Lords come to watch the gladiatorial fights not only to relieve boredom, in the gladiatorial matches, the closer to the finals, the more ruthless the gladiators are, and there are often some unlucky gladiators who are injured or killed directly, and these gladiators who are proficient in combat but can no longer eat this bowl of rice are the objects recruited by the Death Lords.

There is no shortage of grassroots soldiers in the Darkblade Legion, but there is still a great shortage of middle-level commanders and elite soldiers with strong combat skills.

"What about the local orcs?"

Tyrion sat young Anduin and Sarandia on his lap, and spoke to Glokush beside him, and asked with interest:

"Aren't the glory-loving orcs no match for the Draenei?"

"The quality of the orc gladiators in Galadar was slightly inferior ... Naturally, Grandmother Gaiaan was not a leader who liked to use force, and her tribe was all young people, so she was naturally inferior to the Draenei who came from a military background. ”

Glokush shook his head with some regret, but then he said with great interest:

"But I heard that this year, there are gladiators from the Moknassa clan who represent the orcs, the strength and combat skills of those half-bloods are very good, Lexar is only one of the better clansmen among them, but not the strongest, and the Gladiators on death row in the 13th area of Frostfire Ridge are fighting for freedom, and those prisoners who are burdened with sins will not leave their hands, in short, this year's competition will definitely be interesting!"

"Well, that sounds interesting."

Tyrion rubbed his chin, his powerful vision didn't need to be looked at seriously, just swept away, the entire environment of the huge gladiatorial arena was in full view, and the great lord soon found some "discordant" places, at the edge of the gladiatorial arena, between the crowds, some goblins with big horns were shouting something, and the surroundings were crowded with exiles of various races, all of whom were holding gold coins or other valuable things in their hands.

"What's that doing?"

The High Lord asked:

"They, are they opening the market?"

"Well, that's the goblins of the Darkblade Consortium, betting on the championship has other gladiatorial tournaments, this is the first time to the Champions Cup, but this is already a part of the gladiatorial competition, in fact, a large part of the prize money of all the famous gladiatorial tournaments is also provided by our consortium, and the goblins have even formed a series of small gladiatorial competitions, from the arena of the stone mallet ogre, to the death fighting match in the ruins of the Hanging Castle, they are all organized, but the most profitable is the championship cup."

Glokush explains:

"I've heard that even the Shattrath Defense Force and the Raven Tongtian Peak Court seem to be involved in the business of these goblins, and no one is thinking of banning them, it's not worth it, even for ourselves."

"Well, it's not like I don't hate this kind of official behavior, but..."

Tyrion rubbed his forehead:

"With money mixed in, is the game going to be... Not so fair? ”

"No!"

Glokush patted his chest and said in a deep voice:

"This is a gladiatorial tournament held under the sacred mountain of orcs, and no one dares to play tricks, but the attack on the assassination of gladiators before the game does happen from time to time, but how to say... The gladiators who died in the assassination were not really strong anymore and were not worth noting at all. ”

"Daddy, Daddy, look! Draenei! Shattered Sun! I've heard of them! It's so Coool! ”

The girls who were drinking drinks and eating snacks on the side suddenly screamed, not only them, but the whole square was boiling at this moment, from Tyrion's point of view, everyone in the whole square stood up like crazy at this moment, waving their arms, streamers or whatever, some people were screaming, some people were insulting, and the whole square was churning like a rolling tide.

This made Tyrion can't help but look at the gladiatorial arena below, and the one who walked out of the gladiatorial arena amid cheers was the champion of the last gladiatorial tournament, the Shattered Sun Warband from Shattrath City, their number was not large, only more than 20, but each of them was a tall and heroic Draenei warrior, some carried crystal war hammers, some held swords and shields, and some were bare-chested, revealing rock-like muscles, and their arms were wrapped around the unique fist weapons of the Draenei.

The Draenei gloves were not the same as the assassination gloves used by the human assassins, they looked like two curved shields, embellished with gems, and fastened to the strong arms of the gladiators.

The gladiators of the Shattered Sun, all wearing scarlet cloaks, waved proudly to the audience, which drew another scream.

"It's an exhibition game, to whet the appetite of the audience... For the uninitiated, it looks very exciting. ”

Glokush happily pulled out a bottle of blood wine from the wine cabinet next to him, poured it for himself and Tyrion, and looked at the three large, ferocious, metal-armored hydras that had been released into the gladiatorial arena below, and said with a disdainful expression:

"It's really unappetizing to have gladiators fight brainless beasts, and the real excitement is yet to come, especially in the last four days, after reaching the semi-finals, that scene simply makes dead people like me feel their blood boiling."

As the orc Death Lord spoke, the three gladiators who appeared in the championship exhibition match faced three hydras weighing several tons, these monsters with elephant-like bodies, thick limbs, and three ugly snake-shaped heads, are unique beasts of Draenor, like to swim in the mud and shallow seas, they are absolutely dangerous creatures for ordinary people, but for well-trained warriors, their threat is not worth mentioning.

As Glokush said, these are beasts in the end, and no matter how ferocious a beast is, it is nothing to face a real warrior.

"For the Light!"

The topless Draenei gladiator roared, he crossed his arms in front of him, the two heavy shield-like fists protected his body, his teammate with a war hammer and two blades followed behind him, the three of them stared at the corrosive breath of the hydra, and in the screams of the people in the gladiatorial arena, the slightly rickety Shatterer gladiator leaped to his feet, the sharp sword in his hand staggered through the air, and in the blood splash, one of the heads of the hydra flew into the sky.

The first bloody blow was like oil poured on firewood, making the atmosphere of the scene more enthusiastic, and the Draenei boxer used his gauntlets and huge beasts to confront head-on, each powerful impact would make the earth shake slightly, and the moment the boxer swung his fist gloves and smashed the beast brain full of sharp teeth into the ground, even the silly girl Dornan let out a scream of pleasure.

Glokush was right... To the uninitiated, such a fist-to-flesh, blood-spattered gladiatorial fight was enough to be so exciting that even the two little ones sitting on Tyrion's lap were drawn to the fierce battle, Anduin and Sarandia clenched their little fists whenever the Draenei were in danger, and they laughed out loud whenever the gladiators achieved their skills.

Ten minutes later, after the three bruised hydras were beaten down by the three bloody Draenei gladiators, when the gladiators stood on the massive body of the hydra and greeted the audience, the main square remembered a burst of cheers like a tsunami, and in the box, the five children also hugged together to celebrate the victory.

Although, in the eyes of their parents, this exhibition game was very, very... Bored.

The three-headed hydra was placed in front of Glokush's eyes, and it was estimated that it would not last even a minute, and if Tyrion appeared, it might only take a look to make this ferocious beast creature creature weak... In short, their strength is too strong, so this exhibition match full of performance elements is simply clumsy and indescribable in their opinion.

"Well, the strength of these Draenei is not bad, comparable to the elite high-level knights, and their tactical thinking is not coarse, which is worth cultivating."

Tyrion slouched back in his chair, shook the glass in his hand, and whispered to the sound of ice and glasses colliding:

"If they die in battle, we have to absorb them into the legion, we need such talents..."

"That's what I'm here for."

Glokush smiled:

"After every championship, we will harvest a lot of potential knights, seriously, boss, I think that gladiatorial tournaments, a form of entertainment, should really be promoted to the entire Federation, which can not only make the people become martial, but also discover potential seedlings, which is simply a lot of one stone."

"I'll have to talk to Lord Van Cleef about this, but I don't think he will refuse."

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According to the process of the Champions Cup gladiatorial tournament, after the exhibition match, the main competition begins, and dozens of gladiatorial teams from the world of Draenor, as well as some famous gladiatorial teams from Azeroth this year, will compete in the big arena, but for the sake of spectacle, the arena is not separated, but enough time is left for these little-known teams.

Generally speaking, each of these primary matches is about 10 minutes, with an interval of 5 minutes between each game, and can be used in two modes: team competition and individual competition, and once you enter the round of 32, the gladiatorial competition is fixed in the team competition, which is more focused on cooperation.

Of course, there are some strong people who choose to compete alone, but in unlimited gladiatorial competitions, it is difficult for even the strongest solo gladiator to achieve a good ranking.

The pace of the competition in the first few days was not intense, and the audience's attention was not too concentrated, but in each competition, there were some "dark horses" that came out of nowhere, which could attract the attention of most of the audience from the beginning.

For example, now, in the 14th game of the main tournament, the Black Ghost Warband from Azeroth is facing against the Tiger Tribe from the edge of Tongtian Peak, these two teams were not known before the game, and few people paid attention to this game, but to be honest, the process and outcome of this game surprised the limited audience who followed them.

The Tiger People, which is native to the world of Draenor, is very similar to the werewolf form of Azeroth, but they are more agile and powerful than the Werewolves, but unfortunately the Tiger People have been slaughtered by Ravens and Orcs for nearly a hundred years, and now their numbers are very rare.

And ordinary life, such as humans, which are not dominant in size, tend to be at an extreme disadvantage when facing tiger people.

The Tiger Tribe had five of the best hunters, and the Black Ghost Warband had only one human warrior wearing black armor, holding a sword and a heavy shield, and the moment he walked into the arena, the silence was drowned out by the overwhelming boos, and the five Tiger Gladiators let out a piercing laugh wildly.

No one thinks this human can win 5 well-coordinated tiger people.

But in the moment of the whistle, the black-armored warrior launched a mighty charge with his sword, the ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, and the anger that wrapped around his body like a flame set him off like a flame spirit, just a non-fancy shield slam and a sword sweep, without using any high-level combat skills, less than 10 seconds earlier, 5 huge tigermen died tragically at his feet.

The black-armored warrior didn't care about the audience's perception of him, he moved his wrist, shook the blood off his sword, and then walked back to the passage of the gladiatorial arena in silence as he had come.

It wasn't until he was a child later that the cheers of the entire arena belated... It was the cleanest and most ruthless victory since the start of the tournament, and it was so fast that the audience didn't even react.

And this also means that a dark horse that attracts attention is born.

However, what the black-armored warrior didn't know was that from the time he appeared to the time he left, in less than 2 minutes, Tyrion's gaze never left his body, until he disappeared, the Great Lord drank the cold blood wine in his hand, and his eyes narrowed...

"Hmm... Years later, you're amazed by how you played. ”

"My friend... Varian! ”

(PS: The first two books have gladiatorial plots, so the gladiatorial battles here are not written in detail, everyone knows that King Wa will win the championship, which is OK, and the main description is the story between several characters.) ）