"Victory! Haha!" Valeera put her arm around Varian's shoulder without any hesitation and drank the fine wine that she could never see normally.
That is a fine wine of the high elves from the Quel'Thalas era. Now that the Sin'dorei are rebuilding, all luxury goods have been suspended, so this fine wine called 'Sadira' can be said to be a rare treasure that is out of print.
"We are the champions!" Broll was also very excited, holding up a large cup of flower dew. Since he was imprisoned and became a slave gladiator, he didn't know how long he hadn't tasted something that was in line with the druid doctrine.
Every day, they either had black bread that was hard enough to knock teeth off, or barbaric-tasting unseasoned barbecued meat, or leftover meat from the previous night.
Now they were champions, and their damned master Rhaegar was finally treating them better.
"Hey, Nameless, oh, no, we should call you Lo'Gosh now! Dear Lo'Gosh, why are you still unhappy? Is it because we haven't gained freedom yet?" Valeera comforted Varian: "It's okay! Although Rhaegar is a bastard, he at least supports us in making money. If we can successfully defend our title next time, we will have enough money to redeem ourselves."
"Yeah, that's right." Broll also comforted Varian, and he symbolically pulled the krypton gold collar around his neck that symbolized his slave status.
Their current slave master, Rhaegar Earthfury, was born on Draenor.
When he was a child, his clan was wiped out by ogres in a war, and Rhaegar was captured and trained as a warrior.
As a powerful warrior, Rehgar and the orcs crossed the Black Gate and participated in the invasion of Azeroth, and were eventually captured. After escaping from the prisoner camp, he became a gladiator and became a slave owner after earning money to redeem himself.
He used his savings to buy the orc warrior Bloodeye Redfist from the Blackrock Clan, the night elf druid Broll Bearpelt, and the rogue Valeera Sanguinar, who is now theoretically a blood elf, and they were active in famous arenas such as Dire Maul and Ring of Blood.
After Bloodeye died, he began looking for a new gladiator, and he found Varian who was unconscious on the beach in Durotar.
Facing his companions' consolation, Varian smiled bitterly: "No! I am not worried about freedom at all. I am just still confused. Even if I won the gladiatorial championship, I still haven't remembered who I am..."
Amnesia is a very unsolvable problem. Valeera and Broll have no good solution. They can only comfort Varian: "You will have a chance to regain your memory in the future."
At the same time, Rhaegar Earthfury was partying in his private room.
"Hahaha! Money! So much money! I knew they would become my cash cow! Hahaha!" Rega laughed wildly and dumped dozens of boxes of gold coins onto the floor of the room. He rolled on the ground for several rounds before he excitedly rushed to the bed and hugged an orc girl who was very beautiful in his eyes.
The orc girl's clothes were half exposed, but her eyes were already very seductive.
Just when he was about to celebrate with the orc girl, suddenly a terrible sound symbolizing destruction came from the wall behind him.
"Huo!" There was not much noise, but the whole wall behind him was opened into a 'gate' four meters high and three meters wide by the sudden flames!
It was not an explosion, but an extremely high temperature flame that instantly burned the wall made of hard granite blocks, leaving only dust and some glassy molten material on the ground.
A beautiful black-haired human female thief and an equally beautiful -class elf mage came in. They were clearly very powerful, but they were wearing maid uniforms and walked through the gate first.
When the elven sorceress walked by, a visible mass of frost spread rapidly on the ground, instantly extinguishing the heat wave caused by the flames, and then used the frost element to condense a gorgeous, blindingly bright white carpet on the ground.
They stood on the left and right, holding two golden and red magic lanterns that were not available on the market and were obviously made by the royal family of Quel'Thalas.
Then a young human man in a blue and white wizard robe walked into the room leiSuraely, bringing with him a blonde female wizard wearing a crown and also in blue and white.
"Hello! I'm Duke! Edmund Duke. The one next to me is Queen Jaina Proudmoore."
In fact, even if Duke didn't introduce himself, Rega would have recognized Duke.
As an old warrior who had experienced the first and second battles of the Dark Gate and fought against Duke many times, even if Rehgar was spent on ashes, he would recognize Duke's devilish face that sent millions of orcs to hell.
Pushing away the orc woman in his arms who was so frightened that she couldn't speak at all, Rhaegar rolled off the bed in a very embarrassed manner and knelt down on the spot.
He was no longer the brave and fearless warrior he once was. His life as a captive and a gladiator had taught him what it meant to be in awe and what it meant to be obedient.
Edmund Duke, recognized by both the Alliance and the Horde as the strongest in the Alliance, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, the Grand Duke of Stormwind, a man with all the power in the world.
Why would such a man come here to find a small slave owner like him?
When he thought of this, Rega suddenly remembered the amnesiac young warrior who had just made a lot of money for him.
"Do you know who you have imprisoned and used as a slave gladiator?"
"No... I don't know..." Rhaegar knelt on the ground, shaking his head. He guessed a little bit, but he couldn't admit it, because once he admitted it, he would definitely die.
"Gor'rosh is the King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind whom I serve!" As the angry words fell, Rehgar was blown away by a powerful arcane shock, and his face was printed on the wall in large letters.
The surging blue-purple force seemed to be real, suppressing him, as if trying to press him into the granite wall.
"No... spare my life... spare... me..." Rega said bitterly.
He never imagined that his cash cow was a pit. He was so unlucky that he found a king and made him his slave!
Being a slave is fine, but if he is not discovered and is secretly sent back, it might be a great achievement.
Now everything is over!
Edmund Duke, the strongest mortal on earth, has come to the door.
Rhaegar was nearly scared to death.
Just when he thought he was doomed, the magic power poured into him suddenly disappeared.
Duke's voice rang in his ears again: "You undoubtedly deserve to go to hell. But seeing that you have helped Varian grow to my surprise, I will give you one last chance. I need you to act a part for me..."