ebookland Chapter 526 Shadow Rift
Chapter 526 Shadow Rift
Sal waved his hand: "You can all leave now. Let me think about it some more..."
"Wait, Warchief, I have good news for you. The gladiatorial tournament I organized was a great success. Garrosh has achieved a ten-game winning streak in the arena. He is a true warrior, with a record even better than yours... The only one who can rival Garrosh is my newly discovered talent, a human warrior who calls himself Ghost Wolf, Gorosh!"
"Rega! The High Chief is busy with official duties, why are you mentioning your private arena?"
"Sigh, a perfect balance between work and relaxation! You've never seen such a spectacular battle. The presence of the Chieftain himself is a morale booster. Our tribe's warriors should be brave and fearless... 1 to 10 odds, are you in or not?"
"Don't buy... nine out of ten gamblers lose. You cunning fellow have learned all those human tricks and deceptions. And you call yourself the shaman of the tribe... I, the Great Chieftain, suggest stripping Rega & Earthfury of his advisory position!"
Rega & Earthfury hurriedly waved his hands, "Hey, hey, you rascal! I was once a slave gladiator, just like the Great Chieftain. I redeemed myself, and now I'm the host, bringing in humans, dwarves, and high elves as gladiators. I didn't force them... This is business. Goblin Trading is willing to give me a share, and I still pay taxes to the Horde. It doesn't affect my loyalty to the Horde. In short, here are the tickets. Are you going or not? There are only ten VIP seats..."
Thrall smiled faintly upon hearing this and took the item. "Then let me see what kind of skills humans have that can rival Garrosh... My people should bid farewell to their primitive lifestyle and begin a new one."
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Warchief Thrall decided to go and see the prowess of the human gladiators...
The burdens of the Horde weighed heavily on the former orc gladiator champion's mind. Military pressures across Azeroth and the complex, shifting power dynamics within the Horde made balancing them even more difficult than with the human Alliance...
The fighting tournaments held by Goblin Trade around the world, while a form of gambling, are indeed very popular among various races...
Rhaegar & Earthfury, an orc shaman who rose from slavery to become masters, is now a renowned trainer of foot warriors... His inter-race dueling tournament attracts many strong participants, and this kind of martial arts duel is particularly popular in orc territory...
Even the Great Chief himself was not immune...
Of course, Thrall had changed the tradition of the victor killing the loser in the dueling arena, stopping short of malicious killing. However, since every punch and every sword strike was brutal and merciless, injuries and deaths were inevitable for participants. Therefore, the duelists were, in reality, prisoners or slaves...
Or perhaps they're some desperate individuals driven by prize money and a passion for fighting...
The Durotar arena is located in a valley outside the city, not far from Razor Hill and close to the airship tower, making it convenient for adventurers and merchants from all over the world to participate... Several exciting championship matches are held every month, attracting countless tribal warriors to participate and place bets, making it a rare primitive sport in the desert wasteland...
Aside from these, the only truly exciting events are probably the performances of the Tauren band or the monthly arrival of the Darkmoon Faire, which can excite adventurers near Orgrimmar...
Logically, the city should not have been under lockdown since the ambassadorial delegation was assassinated.
The orcish plague outbreak hasn't even subsided yet, and the Warchief is already so carefree as to go see a show? Doesn't he care about the crisis unfolding in Orgrimmar and the lives of its people?
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The attack on the mission was indeed a major event, but an even bigger one was that Thrall was also attacked by assassins on the roof...
The unexpected incident and commotion in the alleyway were attributed to an enemy smokescreen...
The primary target is Sal himself.
Thrall easily dealt with the assassin on the roof...
The enemy's assassination attempts and crises targeting the Warchief... Humans, elves, dwarves, goblins, or orc assassins—if not a thousand, then at least eight hundred—are commonplace for the Kor'kron elite guard, who are always busy with such matters.
With numerous potential enemies, life for the orcs in Orgrimmar is far from secure.
Accidental injuries and deaths, bites from venomous snakes and insects, robberies by bandits and foreigners are commonplace.
High Overlord Saurfang, leading the Kor'kron Elite Guard, paid the price with dozens of his men, forcing the Infected into the underground tunnels of the Shadow Rift... The old shamans of the Earthen Ring were ordered to activate Earth Elemental Barrier, forcibly sealing off the passage from the alleyway to the Shadow Rift...
All infected individuals and suspected individuals were forced to remain trapped in the Shadow Rift area.
The entrances to Wisdom Valley and Honor Valley were sealed off, and the orcish blood infection incident was dealt with in a simple and crude manner.
The crisis has been temporarily averted...
The rest is up to the Kor'kron elites to slowly clean up the enemy...
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In the past, there have been frequent incidents of monsters injuring people in the Shadow Rift. Sealing off the Dark Alley area is not the first time... and it won't be the last...
The only problem is that the people living in the Shadow Rift region—those warlocks, thieves, and unscrupulous merchants selling contraband—are left to fend for themselves and bear their own fates.
Not only can they not obtain supplies such as food and water, but they also have to deal with monsters infected with the blood of the berserkers on their own.
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This group, already guilty and tainted, who were subjected to unique treatment and exile, are surprisingly experienced in dealing with monsters...
They had boarded up their shop with thick planks as soon as they realized something was wrong... They didn't even leave any gaps in the windows. They had their own instincts and knew they had their own territory in the Shadow Rift.
Even if there's chaos and turmoil outside, these unscrupulous merchants can stay in their warehouses and peacefully drink tea...
On the surface, the commoner district of the Valley of Honor appears peaceful and tranquil, a safe haven deep within Orgrimmar. However, the Shadow Rift is actually a paradise for outlaws, especially rogues and warlocks; it's where the hidden black market is located...
The cave's exterior was scorching hot, but a chilling wind blew through the shadowy crevices...
It was chillingly cold.
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Blood Elf priestesses, who are afraid of getting their skin sunburned, occasionally appear in Shadow Rift. The goblin barbershop, spellcasting material shop, enchantments and poisons are openly sold here, making it very quiet.
If it weren't for the arrival of the Undercity delegation, this place would still be a scene of freedom and tranquility...
If the attack on the messenger hadn't failed, the enemy wouldn't have resorted to their backup plan: infecting passersby with poisonous blood, creating chaos, drawing the guards' attention, and ultimately achieving their goal of assassinating Sal.
Unfortunately, their series of maneuvers failed, the assassination attempt on Thrall was easily thwarted, and all the assassins were captured...
It doesn't matter if they fail; this series of assassinations has affected innocent bystanders.
Bystanders in the dark alleyways were killed and arrested; more were infected than orc soldiers, and even passing vendors couldn't escape...
Lorraine is a classic example of someone who had absolutely no luck.
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In the moment of crisis, the undead priestess Lilith untied the ropes, revealing the shadow imp on her shoulder. It was as obedient as a pet, but its true appearance was no different from that of a void demon creature.
When Lilith untied Lorraine's ropes.
The legendary flesh and blood monster suddenly exploded around them. This flesh and blood monster, which swelled up after the death of a berserker, had no eyes, only round, sharp teeth like bottle openers.
Lorraine turned around and saw two fleshy behemoths attacking from both sides. Seeing that Lilith hadn't reacted yet, he could only instinctively pull Lilith along, running towards the deep, purple-glowing rift passage...