Hokage of Azeroth

The old orc got up from the ground. As he said, gladiators here rarely surrender.Because in most cases, the result of surrender is not only defeat, but also execution.

"Roar!" He roared again and rushed towards Thrall. He didn't even take a weapon, but just slammed into him like a child fighting.

Thrall easily held him back.

"Old man, are there any of our compatriots outside?" Looking at the old orc in front of him, Thrall suddenly said something.

The old orc gasped: "Maybe... but the glory of the orcs no longer exists! We lost our victory, our hometown, and everything. Now we are just a group of pathetic slaves!"

He added with hatred: "Look at you, you can't even speak the language of the orcs!"

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Then Thrall pushed the old orc to the ground.

"Off with his head!"

"Thall, crush it with your feet!" The audience cheered. In their eyes, the outcome of the battle was obvious.

However, at this moment, Sal suddenly raised his head and said, "I admit defeat."

In an instant, the heated arena fell silent.

Thrall repeated word for word: "I surrender, the victory is his."

All the spectators in the arena, as well as the old orc lying on the ground, all looked at him in disbelief, until a vicious curse broke the silence.

"Quickly kill him! You bastard, don't let me lose money!"

"Surrendering softie! Your master should hang you!" The audience cursed.

Thrall turned a deaf ear to this, turned around silently, and left the fighting area, letting the abuse from the audience behind him get stronger.

"Holy Light!" Sandel covered his forehead, his face turned pale, "Damn it, why is this happening? Thirty silver coins, my thirty silver coins!"

But Lepoliss waved his fist excitedly: "I made the right bet!"

Sandel was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened in disbelief: "Did you bet on Sal losing?"

Rowe also looked at Lepoliss with some surprise.

"That's right!" Lepoliss was in a happy mood.

Tias asked: "Why? It can't be because the odds are high, right?"

"Intuition." Lepoliss explained, "I felt boredom, confusion, and kindness in Thrall. This may sound incredible, but I really felt it. In fact, they are So intense."

"My intuition tells me that in this battle, Thrall will not only not deal heavy blows to the gray-haired old orc, but may even choose to surrender and give him a chance to survive."

Lepoliss continued: "After all, Thrall's master Blackmoore should be reluctant to execute this cash cow."

"So I bet on him to lose, and I was right!"

"I'm going to collect the money now, brothers." Lepoliss hummed a tune and went to collect the money, "Let's go together and treat you to a drink."

Several people came to the place to collect the money together.

Lepolis handed over the ticket, and the goblin counted the money and said, "Thal actually gave up. You are such a lucky guy. You have made a lot of money. It's a pity that someone has made more than you."

"Take 327 silver coins." The goblin handed over a bag of silver coins.

"I made more than 20 times the profit!" Shandel was so envious that he beat his chest.

Lepoliss took the silver coins and asked, "Who earns more than me?"

"Someone bought 15 gold coins...ah, that's him!" The goblin grinned and recognized Luo Wei beside him, "Sir, now it seems that you are really far-sighted!"

Luo Wei said nothing and took out the ticket.

Then under the shocked eyes of Sander and the other three, the goblin handed over a bag of heavy gold coins.

Sandel looked at Luo Wei, his mouth widened, and he was speechless.

"327 gold coins." The goblin finally weighed his money bag, with envy in his eyes, "I think you will never have to work again in this life."

"Thank you." Luo Wei smiled and took the money bag, then turned to the three of them and said, "Let's go, I'll buy you a drink."

"..." Lepoliss looked down at his money bag and fell into deep thought.

This is how the fight ended.

From this day on, Thrall was no longer the highly respected king of the arena, but a bastard reviled by countless audiences.

Of course, to him, the reviling of the vast majority of the audience was insignificant, except for one person.

This man is his master and the lord of Durnholde - Edras Blackmoore.

At this moment.

Durnholde Castle, in the underground cells.

"You despicable beast, you made me lose hundreds of gold coins!" Blackmoore said viciously, waving a whip in his hand and repeatedly slapping Thrall on the back.

"Crack-crack!"

Thrall had been whipped countless times, and his back was bloody, but he just endured it silently, neither screaming nor fighting back.

The main reason why he didn't fight back was not because there was no chance or anything, but because to a certain extent, Blackmoore was still his adoptive father - although he knew that he had never been treated as a son.

Blackmoore provided him with adequate food and clothing, as well as the best cultural education and combat training, but he just wanted to train him into his own weapon.

In more than ten years, Blackmoore had never considered Thrall as his own child, not even for a second.

Even when he was showing the greatest mercy, he only regarded Thrall as a subordinate.

Sal had already understood all this in his heart, but it was only now that he had to accept this reality.

"Crack-crack!"

Blackmore finally whipped him a few more times before stopping, panting and saying: "Next time if you dare to admit defeat, I promise to make your life worse than death!"

He handed the blood-stained whip to his men, and at the same time asked Lieutenant Drake beside him: "I heard that someone bought Thrall and lost, and made a lot of money?"

Lieutenant Drake nodded: "Yes, sir, that man earned more than 300 gold coins."

Blackmore frowned and remained silent.

Lieutenant Drake hesitated for a moment: "Sir, should we catch that guy and make him spit out the money?"

Blackmore thought for a while and finally shook his head: "Forget it, it would be bad if this kind of thing spreads... Three hundred gold coins is not a lot, so let him keep it."

"Don't let me down again, Sal." He said one last word to Sal, and then left the basement with his men.

In the dark room, Sal was left sitting on the floor without saying a word.

After a while, with the sound of gentle footsteps, a beautiful blond woman came to the basement. She was wearing a blue dress with worry on her face: "Sal, are you okay?"

"Talesa, why are you here?" Sal showed surprise, stood up, and then grinned because of the pain on his body.