Chapter 193: The Real Gladiator

The two men followed the stone path all the way upward toward the gate of the wall.

The place was already full of people, and many travelers were willing to shell out money to see the orcs fight, and on the way they could hear so many people discussing the fights of the other day, which had featured a tough Blackrock Clan warrior taking on six Ottoman bandits in a scene that could be likened to an abattoir.

When he got to the gate, Jace gave the voucher seller a gold coin for a ticket for two, and the man counted and gave him two tags and seventy or so silver coins, which Jace held up, thinking that it was just the right amount of change to change into the back for later use.

He hoped the practice sessions would look good as well, or else he’d have to console himself with that one excuse.

There was a big pile of money bags in that hut in front of the money collector’s door, and a couple of people were squatting there counting the coins, and Jess thought to himself no wonder this place had grown so prosperous in a year or two after the war, show business is just good money.

Entering the small door that opened under the gate of the city wall, there was an immediate flurry of cheers and screams, and Grid immediately raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily as soon as he heard it.

After Jace noticed the crowd, the spectators in front of him stood on stone bridges, or on the edge of high walls, looking down into the dirt-floored yard below chanting something.

From his memory of the game, he roughly remembered the basic structure of the place, and as he looked up high, he was seeing where Dunhold Castle was, the looming structure was looking down on the place from the highest point behind circle after circle of high walls, the whole castle was lit up, almost like a gray palace.

“Hey, Jace, come over here.”

Grider couldn’t wait to get to the front, he pushed his way through several spectators and squeezed his way to the front, and Jace followed his savage maneuvers to the forefront in a flash.

At that moment, Jace heard a commotion of breaking bones, and he grabbed the railing and looked down, just in time to see a green-skinned orc being dragged off the field.

An intermittent black mark was left underneath its body, which didn’t look like fresh blood, much less green evil blood, but more like a mass of mixed-colored ink, which made people look uncomfortable.

“Dirty dingo, ha!” A nearby spectator couldn’t help but curse.

At that moment, seven or eight more club-wielding orcs walked onto the field, and instead of saluting the crowd around them before they started like the arena fighters that Jace remembered, they just rushed right into the center and beat the hell out of each other.

Grid raised an eyebrow and yelled back to Jace, “The last time I saw this many orcs at once …… I had two fucking eyes!”

An orc was the first to be knocked down, he road to the ground wailing something, the crowd in the arena shouted even more, only Jace here seemed to understand what he was shouting.

“You crazy people …… you crazy people ……”

The knocked down orc soon couldn’t stand up, and a few heavily armed human knights rushed up to drag him off the field, and when these humans appeared, the orcs didn’t seem too keen on fighting each other anymore, and just stared at the humans until they and the knocked out orc disappeared off the edge of the field, before they continued to fight.

The scene made Jace feel a little worried for the owner of this castle, and not surprised that later on the place would be wiped out by the uprising orcs.

“They should be given a sword, or an axe, to fight for their freedom, ha!” A man shouted up, and a group of men and women next to him followed suit.

A nearby guard pushed and rubbed the agitated man while saying, “If you want to watch the death, wait a few days and buy tickets for the official game, don’t yell here if you don’t have money.”

“This is how you treat your honored guests, bastards of Lordaeron!”

“Love to see, don’t see roll, who the hell cares about your stinking money of the wild monkeys of the Red Ridge Mountains? Has your house been repaired?”

“Rotten maggot! Let me poke you in the mouth!”

“Want to die quick? Are you anxious to get down there and have some fun with those green-skinned beasts?”

Several soldiers heard the sound and quickly rushed over with their swords, a group of people directly twisted into a ball, within a few seconds the fight was over.

Jace looked at the bloodied man from the Stormwind Kingdom who was pinned to the ground with a sword pointed at his head, and for a moment he didn’t know what mood to be in to face it.

After all, it’s like you’ve been called out twice and like you’ve been helped out twice, and empathy isn’t quite right no matter whose side you’re on.

Just as he was still focusing on the battle above, the battle below had already ended. An old orc squatted in the middle of the field, holding another younger orc and asking for something sentence by sentence, but the young orc being held was already bleeding from his mouth, and seemed to be seriously injured, and soon a dozen or so knights dragged them down, along with the standing and lying ones.

These dozen or so guards were all heavily armed, clad in beautiful armor and spiked helmets, and looked no more or less extravagant than the Minethil guards in the king’s city, even more extravagantly dressed than those noble knights in the movies.

“Over the top.” Grid smiled and said, “Even though they are enemies, the orc battles are really pleasing to the eyes! These guys are all veterans who have gone to war, one is tougher than the other, I’m really looking forward to the official match, but it’s a pity that the time is not right!”

“Formal matches are probably going to be expensive you’re not even in the mood to come in.” Jace said offhandedly.

“How much did you spend on the two of us this time?” Grider asked.

“Stay out of it.” Jace said, “Enjoy watching the orcs fight.”

Grid laughed twice and slumped back down, when a Hillsbred wild bear and Arash’s red velociraptor were dragged in, and the field erupted in noise.

Grider followed suit, yelling, “Who hasn’t seen these things before, huh? Taken out to make up time? Everyone’s time is precious.”

In fact, Jace had long felt a bit bored, these orcs were not very enthusiastic about fighting, it was like a group of defeated soldiers who had not yet been trained and had already lost their will to fight were dragged onto the battlefield to force a fight again.

Perhaps because he knew their language and a little bit of their culture, Jace couldn’t look at these guys as complete brutes like the spectators around him, and could only think back to the villages in the Stormwind Kingdom that had been massacred and burned by the orcs before he finally got a little bit of the feeling of watching the fun back.

Of course, it could also be because the money was his to spend, and with all those silver coins, it always seemed like he should have seen something more interesting.

Just as he was feeling increasingly bored, another shout came from the arena over the bridge.

“Let’s go look over there, Jace!” Grid said, “It looks like it’s going to be another beast over here …… Look at that, fooling around with mountain lions! I could fight four of them if I jumped myself, what’s there to see, really!”

“Let’s go then.” Jace responded as Grid tugged him through another sea of guards and spectators, Jace now beginning to flesh out the silver coins he’d handed over.

This side of the audience obviously look more seriously than that side, at the same time there are also a lot of spectators and two people ran to this side together to make the place more and more crowded, Jace managed to squeeze to the front, look down, at this time on the field there are four orcs fighting each other.

No, it should be three orcs surrounding one.

There were already several orcs lying on the ground wailing on the field, most of the practice matches here were big fights, not teamed up, which meant that the three remaining ones had realized who was the worst to deal with, and were planning to team up to get one of him first. You could tell the orc that was being ganged up on was younger and more confident, he was a bit thinner than the others, but both his eyes and his movement stance were particularly different.

Jace stared at him, watching as he kept looking back and forth at his opponents around him, judging their positions, his feet constantly adjusting his pace …… It felt like he was holding the stick more like a human than an orc.

One of the three orcs pressed a sudden attack, but was the young orc a dodge a stick accurately hit in the crook of the leg road on the ground, the other two orcs again on when it was already too late.

There was a low growl and a clanging movement of sticks, and Jace didn’t even get to see how the three men were fighting as he was pushed and shoved by those around him before it was all over!

The young orc took a few steps back and looked up at the audience around him, and Jace thought that he simply looked like a real gladiator, not a miserable slave who had been captured and forced to fight!

But as if specifically to punch Jace in the face, many of the surrounding spectators chanted, “Auntie! Slave! Slave!”

Just shouting like that, this orc actually got more proud and started bowing to meet the audience’s shouts ……

“This guy is also too powerful! How come he’s so strong, the other orcs obviously can’t adapt to his rhythm!” Grid shouted excitedly.

“Tell you an even better one, dwarf.” A dwarf next to him grinned cheekily, “Do you know how old he is?”

“How old? Fifteen?”

“Eight!”

“Is this fucking eight years old?!”

“Blackmore still has money to make na ……”

Amidst the chants of “slave”, Jace gradually jumped out of the common language pronunciation he had grown so accustomed to.

In the common language of the Ottoman accent, a slave is pronounced “Sal”.