Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

In the blink of an eye, Nairgo is also twelve years old this year, and according to the customs of orcs, he is also an adult orc, and he can prepare for a coming-of-age ceremony.

The warriors of the Warsong clan also set out early to come to the Elemental Throne to greet their shaman.

"Your people are coming. Inside, Garlock said to Nairgo.

"Yes, mentor. Nairgo nodded, and the wind element also told him the news.

"Have you packed all your things?" said Garlock slowly.

"Ready to go. Nairgo nodded, and the two of them had already had a traditional repertoire last night, the candlelight night talk.

The two sides had many conversations about the fate of the orcs and the future of Nairgo, in which Elder Garok's profound knowledge and Nairgo's bold ideas also benefited each other.

Among them, Elder Garok pointed out that in the shamanic way, dare to think, dare to do, dare to try, and do not be afraid to take responsibility.

And Nairgo expressed his hope that young people will wander more, dare to take off the shaman's robe, understand everyone's life in depth, and know the enemy's characteristic orc spirit.

Well, the translation is, Garlock hopes that Nelgo will return to the Elemental Throne as soon as possible after the coming-of-age ceremony, and then use the influence of the Elemental Throne and the status of shamanic guardian to lead all orcs.

Nelgo, on the other hand, wants to return to the clan and travel around Draenor, using more secular ways to establish relationships with other clans, and finally the idea of establishing a tribe.

Now he is still a weak chicken shaman, so what is the use of being a shaman's guardian?

At this time, Nelgo was sitting on the back of the wolf, recalling the scene of other shamans seeing him off just now.

That's a touching, tear-jerking,

reluctant... It is similar to the day when Emperor Taizong sent Xuanzang to the west in Journey to the West, and it is like the time when the Han Emperor's uncle in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms saw Xu Shu go north.

Just say two sentences, Ning loves a twist of soil in his hometown, and does not love ten thousand taels of gold in another country.

Of course, it is not convenient to say more about the real situation.

Anyway, Nairgo is now considered to be a complete merit.

Just thinking about it, looking up, huh?"

asked Nairgo.

Tazag, who was in charge of picking up the Nairgo Hui clan on the side, responded: "The Trial Arena, there are also ogres who call this the Ring of Trials. Nairgo

was still very impressed with this place, and when he was young, he had heard many veterans talk about the Trial Arena.

This is a not-so-fair but absolutely open arena funded by the ogres of the Hanging Hammer Castle.

Whether orcs, ogres, or the most ferocious beasts, they can participate in gladiatorial battles in the Arena of Trials.

"Why did you think of coming here?" asked Nairgo, "Could it be that you still want to take me to the gladiatorial arena?" "

It's just a passing path, but I didn't expect that in just two years, you actually forgot the road between the clan and the elemental throne." Tazag smiled and said, "However, if you want, then I am happy to accompany you."

"So what are you waiting for?" Nairgo grinned, "Let's go and see what the level of those arcane fat people is!" Although

Tazag and Nelgo are both orcs who are just 12 years old, the warlike genes in their bodies make them both a little bit of a newborn calf at this time, and they are as if they have to go to the trial arena.

Unlike the trial arena in the game, the trial arena here is more like a town attached to the arena, and a few ogre arcane masters wearing ornate robes and holding magic staffs in their hands are examining every guest who enters and exits with a not very intelligent look.

Although the ogre's mage is much inferior to the Delaney, being able to throw the precious spell caster out to see the gate is enough to reflect the wealth of the Hanging Castle.

"Well, I thought my life would be smooth after becoming a shaman." Nairgo pouted, thinking to himself: "Damn dogs, no wonder hell roars to rob you every year." "

In such a small place, anyone who looks at the gate can send a mage over, and it is unreasonable for you not to be robbed if you are rich to this point."

Not to mention that there was a national hatred with you.

Tazag on the side seemed to see his thoughts, and mocked in a low voice: "Shouldn't it be afraid

?" "Afraid?" "I didn't go as a bastard in the past two years when I went to the Elemental Throne." "

Coincidentally. Tazag's eyes swept around the arcane masters, "I'm also a good hunter."

"Then today is the right day for you and me." Although

ogres don't like the race of orcs, but since Nairgo and the two are guests, they can't commit the crime of targeting the Nairgo two, right?

As if hearing some joke, Nelgo laughed loudly: "Good orc, don't worry, we are only here to participate in the gladiatorial fight, maybe you will chase me because of my performance?" The

ogre ignored him, and he didn't feel embarrassed, directly catching up with Tazag, who had already begun to drill in, and subconsciously said in his mouth: "Eh, wait for me for a while, don't be in such a hurry."

Tazag looked helpless, "No wonder everyone says you can do great things."

"Huh? I think too. Nairgo giggled, constantly glancing at the stalls around.

"It's quite bustling here. "Although Nairgo has been in this world for more than ten years, he has hardly been anywhere.

And this ogre village and town, which has a huge gap with the style of the orc gathering place, is also unique.

"Normal. Tazag bought a bowl of ogre broth from a street vendor, tasted it carefully, and said: "Ogres are very heavy on eye fighting, and it is said that they will also give freedom to excellent gladiators.

Nairgo gave him a blank look, "I believe the first half of your sentence, as for the second half... If there really was such a thing, then the Broken Hand Clan would not exist now. "

Everyone knows that the Broken Hand Clan is a classic example of an ogre slave owner who doesn't count his words.

They promised orc slaves freedom as long as they could win a hundred gladiatorial battles.

After

completing ninety-nine gladiatorial battles, Kargas Blade and the rest of the arena masters were locked up in the dungeon and could not die.

If it weren't for the few chains that those big clever ogres had when they locked them up, so that Kargas could reach out and pull down the stones, I'm afraid these arena masters would still be waiting to die in the dungeon.

It can be seen that if you attach importance to it, you can return freedom?