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Soon the two passed through the camp and came to an open-air square.

I saw that there were a lot of people here, and a large number of people gathered here, which was more lively than the bazaar he passed by earlier.

The central area is completely surrounded by water.

There is a row of seats on the high platform facing them, and it is full of well-dressed men and women.

Apparently he came from the noble class.

As for the others, they were dressed in different clothes, ranging from well-dressed traders to shabby-dressed serfs.

But nearly all of them were ruddy and excited.

Many people even shouted loudly.

To release the soaring hormones.

Even many celebrities and gentry are no exception.

Blackmoore has long used violent means to treat his subjects, and he is active and powerful.

Seeing him coming, the people nearby shrank their bodies to get out of the way.

Pfister finally got a glimpse of the scene in the center of the square.

I saw that there is a simple arena here.

The shape is somewhat similar to the UFC's octagonal cage.

But there are not so many corners, and the volume is more than doubled.

The outer iron grid cannot be relied on either.

There are sharp barbs all over it, which is not suitable for borrowing strength at all.

On the ring, there is a stalemate between a human and an orc.

The latter should be the Thrall he was looking for.

It has to be said that the orcs grow up really fast.

Salmin is still young next year, but his height has reached more than 1.6 meters.

And the muscles are all over the body, and the physique is quite strong.

Not at all like a child.

No wonder Blackmoore dared to send him out.

I don't know if it's because the parents haven't drunk the devil's blood, or they have received human education.

This young gladiator had a peculiar temperament.

It looks relatively peaceful.

It doesn't have the bloodthirsty flavor of the old tribal warriors.

And his strength is also good.

The blood is abundant, and it has reached the level of the third ring.

It's just that Thrall's opponent is stronger.

He is a strong man of nearly two meters.

Although this person is also a third ring, he has reached the peak of the third ring.

There is only one line away from advanced.

And his equipment is also quite good, wearing the knight armor of the Lordaeron army standard.

Holding a big sword with a cold light in his hand.

On the other hand, Thrall only had a pair of poor-quality leather armor.

A hatchet for chopping wood and a minimal wooden shield.

In addition, this person should have received long-term training.

Or he was born in the military at all, and has quite a lot of actual combat experience.

Although he lacks murderous aura, it doesn't look like he has experienced a war.

And Thrall actually behaved quite neatly.

But it's too tender compared to it.

Therefore, every time he was in danger, he was pressed and beaten by the opponent.

By the time Pfister followed Blackmore to the stand and sat down, the battle had come to an end.

Facing the stormy attack of the brawny man, Saar retreated steadily, only able to parry, but not to fight back.

It seems that defeat is only a matter of time.

Seeing this, many spectators shouted and screamed.

"Good job, let him taste the power of the human race!"

"Raise...how did you seal the game?"

"Kill this green-skinned bastard!"

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All of a sudden, there was a lot of commotion everywhere, the people who arrested the strong men were proud, and the people who arrested the sar looked like mourning concubines.

Showing a strange appearance of sentient beings.

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Seeing this, the strong man lifted his spirits.

He himself looked down on Thrall, and now he is complacent and arrogant.

He even took advantage of the gap in the battle to spit on the opponent's face.