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Chapter 502 Trouble Caused by a Love of Watching the Show

Orgrimmar's main gate was exceptionally tall, embedded in the mountainside. Upon entering, two rows of braziers stood on either side of the U-shaped structure... The tall, dark space inside the gate was illuminated by the braziers, glowing brightly red. In a daze, Lorraine noticed a group of people huddled together, watching the spectacle.

Makgora is very entertaining to watch because he engages in traditional close-quarters combat...

Originally, it was just burly men who didn't use weapons, fighting with bare fists. If I had to compare, I don't know if anyone has ever seen a wrestling performance...

Lorraine had never seen it before, so he was curious...

curiosity kills the cat.

Cats are agile and have nine lives, but Lorraine doesn't.

Lorraine's slender frame made it easy for her to squeeze into the crowd of onlookers...

Looking up, one could see two mountains of flesh locked in combat: on one side, a tall, muscular black bull warrior, and on the other, a scarred, white-haired orc. The black bull charged wildly, but the old orc warrior grabbed its broken horn to avoid being stabbed, and then executed a side slam... with a roar, followed by a back slam.

Lorraine felt two violent tremors on the stone path inside the city walls, and rings of smoke made of sand rose from the ground...

The big black ox was thrown hard, dazed, and lay on the ground, trying to stay upright, but no matter how hard it shook its head, it remained unconscious. Its massive physique meant it weighed at least eight hundred pounds, if not a thousand...

The demonic tauren was actually back-thrown by an old, white-haired orc who was significantly smaller than him...

After his success, the old orc stomped his feet, arched his back, and unleashed a battle roar... His roar echoed throughout the city gates, showcasing his muscles and the scars and marks all over his body...

Among the crowd, some orcs unconsciously joined in the chanting: "Mak'gora! Mak'gora! Mak'gora!"

"The mighty king!"

"Your Majesty is invincible!"

"Black Bull is bragging..."

"That stupid ox made me lose 200 gold coins, I lost money."

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"The ancestors of the earth have fooled you!"

"what?"

"He said the ancestors of the earth protect you... You are not a minotaur, do not blaspheme the souls of the ancestors, or I will shove your teeth into your ass!"

"Heh heh, come on... Trolls never allow anyone to insult our sacred teeth! I'll use it to pierce your skull... and then use it to hold frog blood wine..."

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"Foolish barbarians..."

At first, there were cheers, then arguments, and inexplicably, there was a tendency to come to blows...

The troll hunter was defiant against the tauren warrior, and the blood elf knight mocked everyone... The orcs waved their fists, hoping for a few more intense duels. Lorraine didn't see anything exciting; he was caught in the middle of a group of demons and monsters ready to fight.

In the chaos, a troll rogue suddenly pulled out a dagger and pointed it at Lorraine's throat...

It stared menacingly at the dagger and longsword at Lorraine's waist.

"Forsaken One, where did you get your Demon's Strike? How could such an artifact be allowed to fall into the hands of a weakling like you? No, you must hand it over to a powerful being like me! I challenge you to a duel, and only the victor will possess the Demon's Strike..."

"Your short sword is also quite good; it's mine now."

Seemingly noticing that Lorraine's Kro's Blade was also quite impressive, the other person actually reached out to snatch it, completely disregarding the fact that this was the main gate of the tribe's capital city... Trying to forcibly take Lorraine's weapon in full view of everyone...

Lorraine, of course, wouldn't give it to him. She gripped her weapon tightly, and both exerted force... Although Lorraine was a necromancer, her strength was comparable to that of a troll rogue...

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"What are you doing? What are you doing? Private duels are forbidden in Orgrimmar! Do you want to be thrown into the dungeons and made to do menial labor?"

Having defeated the protagonist of the previous battle against Mak'gora, and with the help of his personal guards, he donned his armor again. The orc elder angrily rebuked the group of tribesmen who were watching the spectacle and were about to fight... He ordered his soldiers to carry away the unconscious Black Bull Warrior...

"This Tauren warrior, 'Blackhorn,' is a strategist from the infantry legion of the Hall of Legends. He participated in the three previous rescue wars of the Eastern Kingdoms, rising to the rank of lieutenant general in battle. He defeated the human cavalry, personally capturing many prisoners, and his military exploits are outstanding... But he wants me to give him an orc legion and make him a true general or warlord. I said no problem, as long as he defeats me, he can choose a heavily armored elite wolf rider from the legion to drive away the centaurs of the Desolace and reclaim his homeland."

"It's a pity he couldn't do it. Perhaps as a shaman, the inability to use the Windfury Totem limited his power. Holy Mak'gora, I have experienced it countless times. In the past, only the victors survived. Thanks to the Great Chieftain's mercy, our brothers can drink and fight together again."

"You...you self-proclaimed elite adventurers of the tribe, your guild is always asking me for more supplies and rewards, like wolves that won't hunt without a bone...and now you're doing nothing but fighting amongst yourselves. Guards, arrest them all..."

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Lorraine was still locked in a stalemate with the troll rogue, hesitating whether to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson, when the orc guards, obeying the orc elder's command, all rushed forward...

Before Lorraine could react, the captain of the guards at the city gate was the first to kick him away...

"Good lad, I told you to keep an eye on you, and you've already caused trouble here before you even got inside."

"No...no...Sir? I'm innocent..."

The orc captain of the guard laughed maniacally: "Innocent, holy Mak'Gora, I told you not to interfere... and you actually tried to draw your sword to harm this troll brother... High Overlord Saurfang has decreed that you are finished, Forsaken!"

Lorraine wanted to argue, but a large net was cast over them, and all the troublemakers at the city gate were dragged through the gates into Orgrimmar like prey...

Lorraine was crammed together by the trolls and the onlookers, and could only be dragged along in the rough yet tough net. Through the cracks in the net, Lorraine could see the orc elder's full armor.

This old orc was none other than High Overlord Varok Saurfang, the current commander-in-chief of all the Horde armies in Kalimdor.

High Overlord Saurfang personally guarded the gates of Orgrimmar, conducting his routine commendations and inspections. Lorraine noticed several pillars standing beside High Overlord Saurfang, with blood seeping from them and a large puddle on the ground. Upon closer inspection, several enormous black dragon skulls were embedded in the tops of the pillars...

The enormous black dragon head was comparable in size to a small house...

These dragon heads, seemingly not long dead, why are they placed at the gates of Orgrimmar? Who are these black dragons? Who slew them? Could it be High Overlord Saurfang?

Only a glimpse could be seen; the disheveled and miserable spectator, Lorraine, forced himself to endure the discomfort and entered the gates of Orgrimmar...