Stormwind God

time flies.

No matter how heroic the fighters are, they will grow old.

No matter how brilliant the legend, there are times when it is forgotten.

It is now one of Lordaeron's well-known arena in Bryr City, Tirisfal Glades, Lordaeron. Every day there are cruel and **** gladiatorial performances. There are seven gladiatorial arenas, big and small, full of seats.

The top-level gladiatorial performance is naturally in Lordaeron, but a little bit more, it is Brill.

"Now, let's welcome, invincible, 88 consecutive undefeated orc gladiators in the cruel Gusa!"

With the scream of the emcee in the magic of sound reinforcement, the enthusiasm of the audience of 5,000 was completely ignited. There are people from all directions, noble local nobles, big businessmen who have made a lot of money, small citizens who come to gamble and try their luck, and even girls who should have contacted the knitting in the boudoir. , Venting the enthusiasm in my heart.

"Gusa! Gusa! Gusa!"

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

Accompanied by the heavy metal sound of twisting the iron chain, a rather young but extremely strong orc took a rough stone tomahawk and strode out of the gloomy dungeons out of the gloomy arena. Shown in front of him was a piece of black land, no matter how many times, it could not adapt to the **** smell.

The blood that had condensed into mud was long gone from black soil. There were his enemies, his compatriots, and hiss.

He didn't even care about the cheers of human beings, or the **** smell in the earth.

Shrugging his rough nose, he turned his eyes to the opposite.

The emcee's voice sounded again: "And his opponent today is a terrible creature from Alterac Snow Mountain that is more cruel and inhuman than him. Everyone guess what it is !?"

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

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

"嘭"

"嘭 嘭"

The giant creature had slammed into the iron gate, with iron legs full of people.

"Wow, ah!" The audience, as the emcee wished, exclaimed.

There were girls exclaiming, there were cheers from big businessmen, and more was the sound of breathing down.

"Guys, what's that !?" After stunning the addiction, the emcee finally growled: "The powerful Gusa, his opponent today is the King of the Broken Ridge Snowman!"

Sure enough, the audience screamed louder.

To others, this is no longer a normal showdown. The five-meter-tall Snowman King is against the orc warrior who is more than two meters and 2020 points. This is a showdown between adults and babies.

But the organizers had no choice.

Gusa is so powerful that he has not killed many opponents in the past three years. Among the slightly closer opponents, there is no longer Gusa's undead enemy.

Goussa has won too much, and the people who open the betting market can't win much money. Even if the market has reached such a hot 10 to 11 loss, civilians can still make a small profit by buying Gusa without a brain.

This made the organizers very upset. But Gusa was so popular that he couldn't kill him privately.

This is the final showdown of Gusa, and if he does not die, he can only sell to Lordaeron and let his stronger enemies kill him. I heard that Lordaeron even has demon creatures in the bloodiest arena.

However, Viscount Narris, the owner of Gusa, was disappointed.

In the face of the Snowman King on the hill, Gusa was still clean.

When the Snowman King rushed over, he made a direct charge, turned into a residual image, rushed to the shoulder of the Snowman King, and then a thunder hit the Snowman King, and immediately took over Whirlwind. After slashing the Snowman King, Gusa escaped from the final struggle of the Snowman King with a light and splendid little jump like an elven, and then cut the monster's cervical spine with an axe from the snowman King who bowed down.

The Snowman King's head flew out like this.

knock off!

"Wow, wow," Gusa shouted at the orc language that humans don't understand.

Gusa returned to his dark, wet cellar again, and as soon as he sat on his thatched bed, a thick voice spoke in the orc's language next door: "Tough work, Goyle."

No one knows that the cellar in the deepest part of the ground in Gusa has a secret passage across the wall. If he wants, he can break the wall and leave this ghost place at any time.

"This kind of monster is just enough for me to warm up. Is there nothing new for humans?"

"Guil, never underestimate human beings. The strong mankind is by no means a minority."

Gusa didn't pay attention to the name of Guy, but asked, "How much stronger is you? Orgrim!"

Orgrim? Turned out to be Orgrim?

Times change, no one would have thought that, in the official records of Lordaeron, Orgrim, who should have died in the cell in the basement of Lordaeron, would appear in this small place, so secretly with this is called Guy Seoul's young orcs talk across the wall.

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

"Anduinosa, Uther Lightbringer, and Saidan Dasahan? Is this the strong man I need to pay attention to?" Guill frowned. "In addition to the kings of the countries, it is them who are important ? "

"No, what I want to tell you today is that the kings of all countries, no matter these three people, are all **** compared to the man who is known as the orc nemesis and the tribal enemy. Remember the name I told you, Brand this name to the deepest part of your soul, because he is the culprit for all the tribal defeats of the tribe! "

As soon as Guyir heard it, his muscles tightened subconsciously, and his breathing became lighter.

Orgrim spoke: "His name is Duke Marcus!"

At this moment, near a remote town on Lordaeron's mainland, there was a lightning flash and a thunderous wind.

Countless lightnings are converging, and the purple-blue electric snake snakes and twists, and finally draws a huge and standard circle on the ground with the supreme thunder power, which is more round than using a compass.

Outside the circle, it was black.

Green tender grass, yellow land, all replaced by black.

In the middle of the circle, there is a young man with a fruit very unexpectedly. He poses as a meditator's statue, although the muscles on his body are not fitness at all.

An under pumped face.

"who am I?"

"Where am I from?"

"Where am I going?" To be continued.