Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

After shopping, the group of two walked towards the landmark building Trial Arena in the village.

In this world, there are poor ways to play, rich and rich fun.

And this arena is in a sense one of the few entertainment projects loved by both rich and poor in the world.

It only takes a little gold to see a group of people fighting and dying inside, which is simply not too cost-effective.

As for the rules, that's simple.

Single-handedness, group fighting, you can come any way, and you can even bring your own captive beasts with you.

It's an unfair battle, as long as it satisfies the nobles, you can do whatever you want.

Coming to the arena, the heart of the village, two ogres guarding the gate looked at the approaching figures of Nelgo and Tazag and whispered, "Orcs again?"

"I'm an orc killer too. The ogre pointed at Nairgo and said, "I can smash an orc of this size with a stick." Although

it was a whisper, with the big voice of an ogre, it was almost the same as saying it in Nairgo's ear.

Nairgo clenched his fists and strode forward, with a sinister smile on his face, "Where do I sign up for the competition?"

The ogre had some regrets, "There happened to be an orc killer match today, but it's a pity that you missed it."

"Nothing to miss. Nairgopi looked at him with a smile, "It is said that there is still an ogre killer competition today."

"Ore killer!" he exclaimed, stunned to his companion, "What kind of gladiator is he with such a powerful name?"

"Aren't you an ogre too?" said Tazag, who seemed dumber than the other, and none of them looked like smart people.

"Go find the little Guzuk to sign up. He pointed in one direction and began to think.

He is also an ogre, so is it reasonable to call him an obscure ogre?

"Nasty little orcs. Those were the last words Nairgo heard him say.

Following the direction indicated by the ogre, Nairgo walked all the way, looking at a firstborn unicorn with a tattooed face and a dark body, and the shorter ogre was naked, with oil in his mouth, not knowing what he was eating.

"You are Guzuk?" Nairgo recognized the ogre at a glance as the little man they were looking for.

Yes, no wonder some people say that only the wrong name is not called the wrong nickname, this ogre is indeed a lot shorter than those big men outside, even compared to him this orc is also a little inadequate, as if it is an undeveloped ogre embryo, people can't help but sigh, where did the deformed child come from, did the wrong baby raise the placenta.

"I am Guzuk. He tilted his head slightly, stepped on a box, straightened his chest and big belly and pushed forward, and said, "If you want to buy tickets, don't come here."

"We're here to fight in gladiatorial battles. Tazag looked at him and said.

"You little guys want to compete too," he muttered, "It seems that the orc killer is going to smash a few orcs again today, no, I'll have to buy him to win later."

He looked at the calm Nairgo and the scowling Tazag and nodded in satisfaction, such a short man can win the game?

Nairgo knew that these stupid ogres looked down on him, and he didn't have any intention of making a big fuss, there were ogres up and down here, and it was definitely not as good as him if he left it here.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a temper, an orc killer, right?

He smiled and took out a scroll, "Are you orcs literate?

He looked left and right to make sure no one was paying attention to his side, and he whispered: "There is an orc killer match today, you can challenge that guy, as long as you beat him, you will get a great reward."

"I'll buy you guys to win!" His smiling face was so hypocritical that anyone could see that he was lying again, and maybe he would run to stud to the so-called orc killer on the front foot and the back foot of his house.

Nelgo snatched the scroll and handed it to Tazag, picking up a pen and writing it.

Name: Nairgo Identity: Orc class from the Warsong clan

: Shaman priest

is a very simple form, but Nairgo

always feels that something is wrong, so he writes down a few big words, title: Ogre Killer.

After returning it to Guzuk, he looked surprised, "What does that mean?"

Nairgo approached him and kicked open the good-quality box, "That means, I'll kill the orc killer."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he screamed: "The powerful shaman from the Warsong Clan is going to challenge the tried and tested orc killer!

The door was kicked open in an instant, and a huge ogre burst in, "Someone wants to challenge me?"

"What kind of orc killer are you?" Nairgo couldn't help it, listening to this byd's great feats from the moment he entered the door, if he didn't kill him today, these ogres would think he had no temper.

"It's not bad, it's just a little smaller. He looked the two orcs up and down, and said disdainfully: "It seems that my pet has fallen for dinner tonight." "

Coincidentally. Tazag smiled shamefully and said, "We are trying to taste the meat quality of your pet." Speaking

of which, he hadn't forgotten to ask Nairgo, "What do you say this silly thing's pet would be?"

Nairgo didn't even think about it, "because anyone who is not stupid and like a pig will not have such a brain as him."

"I guess he probably assimilated himself by raising pigs." He said.

"Then who do you say this should be counted as who should raise whom?"

"I think it should be the pig that raised him, after all, his good slave died to the end and did not forget to prepare food for his master!" Nelgo's series of taunts had attracted a large number of watchers.

When he said this, everyone laughed, only the orc killer was anxious.

Because he really raised a pig.