Although as the owner of the arena, he certainly hopes that the gladiatorial gas will never stop throughout the year, but it is obviously impossible.
Rich people can’t spend 365 days a year here. Similarly, gladiators will also be injured and need to recuperate. Magic can temporarily heal wounds, but it can’t replenish lost blood or repair deeper injuries. Many can only be healed with ti.
Staying in Feralas, a place full of blood and violence, would only prevent the gladiators from getting enough rest. So according to the rules of Doomhamr, after the final gladiator champion cos out every winter, the remaining gladiator teams will be sent to a place to recuperate.
As a well-known slave owner in the arena, Rehgar had a close relationship with the Tauren of Thunder Bluff, so when the gladiatorial contest ended this season, he sent his winning team to Thunder Bluff as usual.
"These are magic shackles. Apart from preventing you from leaving the carriage, you can retain a certain degree of freedom." Rhaegar ordered before leaving.
In the spacious carriage, Varian, Valeera, and Broll could get almost any delicacy they wanted. During the journey, as long as they had any needs, they could tell the escort and soone would rush to do it.
Because behind their carriage, which looked like the Azeroth version of an armored car, there were two more carriages, all filled with food and drinks.
Broll Bearpelt sipped his nectar. "What a sha! This isn’t true freedom."
Valeera’s eyes flickered as she raised the magic shackles on her wrists: "Rega won’t give us a chance. These are top-level magic shackles. Unless the two legendary Sun-class wizards Duke and Rhonin co to take action, ordinary Moon-level wizards will not be able to break them by brute force. Alas - we are his cash cow. Think carefully about how to defend the championship next year."
"Duke!" When Varian heard this na, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He inexplicably felt a very familiar feeling. He looked up suddenly and said, "Valila, tell the nas of the two Sun Wizards again!"
"Rhonin."
"No! The previous one!" Varian was very nervous.
"Duke! The most powerful wizard in the human race - Archmage Edmund Duke of the Sun! What’s wrong? Logash?"
"Oh my God! I rember this na! Yes! I have a very deep impression of this na." Varian covered his head with his hands hard.
"Of course, we all rember him, because he is a legendary hero and commander of the Alliance, although he is missing." Broll spoke.
"No, the latest news is that he has just returned, at the end of December." As a thief, Valeera has a sharper ear, but...
"I didn’t think Duke’s return would have any impact on our fate, so I didn’t say anything."
Broll nodded in agreent at Valeera’s words.
"No! That’s not it! The relationship between and that Duke is not one of those strangers where we look up to each other but don’t know each other. My heart is telling that I know him! Edmund Duke and I should have so kind of very close relationship. Yes! More than just friends. Oh - my son’s Christian na is also Duke. Wait! My son? I have a son!?"
The throbbing from the deepest part of his soul suddenly touched a nerve in Varian. He was like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert. He suddenly grasped the last hope, which was a spiritual oasis that could save him.
Such a long and hard-working gladiator career did not defeat him, and the fight between life and death did not destroy him, because Varian longed to regain his mory and his life.
This was his only spiritual support when he was in the most pain and confusion.
Now, he seed to have lifted the fog and suddenly found his direction. How could Varian not be ecstatic?
"You have a son!?" Valeera and Broll were both surprised, and then overjoyed.
"You have recovered your mory?" Valeera asked in surprise.
"No, I..." Varian was a little confused again, but based on his intuition from countless fights in the arena, he felt that his judgnt was correct: "I don’t rember everything, but I feel that after I find that Edmund Duke, I will rember more things."
"It’s not difficult to find him. He is the Grand Duke of Stormwind..."
Valeera had just finished speaking when Varian was touched again.
"Stormwind City!? Yes! I rembered sothing. I rember Stormwind City! It was a blue and white city. Oh my god! Tell about Stormwind City..."
The night elf Broll was completely clueless about Stormwind City, but Valeera was different, as she should also be considered a blood elf.
After Arthas destroyed Quel’Thalas and polluted the Sunwell, she was rejected by her people because she barely belonged to Prince Kael’thas’s faction. In addition, the entire Eversong Forest beca a ss. Valeera, who had lost confidence in her hotown, began her wandering life, and was captured and beca a slave gladiator.
Before this, if there were any major events in the High Elf society that had not changed for thousands of years, the biggest one would be Duke seducing the Ranger General Alleria.
From that ti on, Duke, a human duke from the Stormwind at the southernmost tip of the continent, ca into the sight of the high elves.
Valeera knows sothing about Stormwind City.
As she explained, Varian’s eyes beca brighter and brighter.
Then, the three iron triangles of the arena made a plan to escape - they planned to find a way to escape, and then run to Theramore, the only human territory on this continent, and finally find a way to find a ship willing to take them back to Stormwind City...
They waited for four full days before they found the opportunity.
It is not possible to go directly to Thunder Bluff in Mulgore from the Feralas area. A safer way is to go east through the Thousand Needles, then north to the southern part of the Barrens, and finally west into the peaceful and lush Mulgore area.
In Thousand Needles, Broll managed to attract a large group of wolves, and by coincidence, he accidentally attracted an even more powerful rare elite wyvern, Hatteras.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the guard team, Varian took advantage of the backlash of magic and forcibly used his sword to smash the magic circle on the roof of the carriage.
Fortunately, the magic circle was in disrepair and the backlash was not too strong. Otherwise, Varian would have at least had his right arm blown off.
On a stone pillar that looked like a tall tower in the Thousand Needles, Duke and Jaina watched quietly as a group of three people, who had robbed three horses and rushed forward, cutting a bloody path, went away.
"Why all the trouble?" Jaina asked.
"Young man! Only when you fight hard for sothing, you will learn to cherish it."
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