Chapter 1109 Duke Comes to Visit

"Victory! Haha!" Valeela hugged Varian without any scruples, happily drinking wine that she would never see at ordinary times.

It was a high-elven wine from the Quel'Thalas era. Now, because the Sin'dorei are being rebuilt, all luxury goods are temporarily suspended, so this wine called 'Sadira' can be said to be an out-of-print treasure.

"We are the champions!" Brower was also very excited, holding up a large glass of floral water. Ever since he was imprisoned as a slave gladiator, he hadn't tasted anything consistent with Druid teachings for an unknown amount of time.

Every day, it’s either black bread that’s hard enough to knock teeth out, or unseasoned barbecue that’s full of barbaric flavor, right! Still leftover meat from the night before.

Now that they were champions, their damn master Rhaegar was finally treating them better.

"Hey, Nameless Doe, oh, no, now we should call you Logosh! Dear Logosh, why are you still depressed? Is it because we are not free yet?" Valeela comforted Varian: " It’s okay! Although Rhaegar is a bastard, he at least supports us to make money. If we can successfully defend the title next time, we will have enough money to redeem ourselves.”

"Well, that's right." Broll also comforted Varian, and he symbolically tugged on the krypton gold collar around his neck that symbolized his slave status.

Their current slave master, Rhaegar Earthfury, was born in Draenor.

When he was young, his clan was wiped out by ogres in a war, and Rhaegar was captured and trained as a warrior.

As a capable warrior, Rhaegar and the orc troops passed through the Black Gate, participated in the invasion of Azeroth, and was eventually captured. After escaping from the prison camp, he became a gladiator and became a slave owner after earning money to redeem himself.

He used his savings to purchase the orc warrior Bloodeye Redfist from the Blackrock Clan, the night elf druid Broll Bearskin and the now technically blood elf rogue Valeela Sangunar, active in Doom. Famous arenas such as the Hammer and the Ring of Blood.

After Bloodeye died in the battle, he began to look for new gladiator candidates, so he picked up Varian who was unconscious on the beach of Durotar.

Faced with his partner's consolation, Varian smiled bitterly: "No! I'm not worried about freedom at all. I'm just still confused. Even if I won the gladiatorial championship, I still can't remember who I am..."

Amnesia is a very unsolvable matter, and Valeera and Brower have no other solution. They can only comfort Varian: "You will have a chance to get your memory back in the future."

At the same moment, Rhaegar *Wrath of the Earth was reveling in his exclusive room.

"Hahaha! Money! A lot of money! I knew they would become my cash cow! Hahahaha!" Rega laughed wildly, dumping dozens of boxes of gold coins on the floor of the room one by one, rolling on the ground. After waiting for several times, 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, and she was already as charming as silk.

Just when he was about to celebrate properly with the orc girl, suddenly a terrible sound symbolizing destruction came from the wall behind him.

"Huo!" There was not much noise, and the entire wall behind him was opened by the sudden flames, creating a four-meter-high and three-meter-wide 'gate'!

It was not blasting, but using ultra-high-temperature flames to instantly burn the wall made of hard granite stones, leaving only dust and partially glassy molten material on the ground.

A beautiful black-haired human female thief and an equally beautiful Huiyue-level elf mage came in. They were obviously very powerful, but they wore maid uniforms and walked through the gate first.

When the female elf mage walked by, a cloud of frost breath visible to the naked eye spread at high speed on the ground, extinguishing the heat wave caused by the flames, and then used the frost elements to condense a gorgeous and blinding white carpet on the ground.

They were holding two gold and red magic lanterns that were not sold on the market and they knew they were from the royal family of Quel'Thalas, and stood on the left and right.

Then a young human man wearing a blue and white mage robe walked into the room with a blond female mage also wearing a blue and white color scheme and wearing a crown.

"Hello! I'm Duke! Duke Marcus. This is Queen Jaina Proudmoore next to me."

In fact, Rhaegar recognized Duke even if Duke didn't introduce himself.

As a veteran warrior who had experienced the first and second battles at the Dark Portal and fought against Duke many times, Rhaegar would have recognized Duke's demonic face that had sent millions of orcs to hell.

Pushing away the orc woman in his arms who was so frightened that he was completely speechless, Rhaegar rolled out of the bed in great embarrassment and knelt down on the spot.

He is no longer the brave and fearless warrior he once was. His life as a prisoner and as a gladiator taught him what reverence is and what obedience is.

Duke Marcus, recognized by the alliance and the tribe as the strongest man in the alliance, the commander of the alliance, the Grand Duke of Storm, a man with overwhelming power in the world.

Why would such a man come here to find a little slave like him?

When thinking of this, Lei Jia suddenly thought of his amnesiac young warrior who had just made a lot of money for him.

"Do you know who you 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 must not admit it, because if he admitted it, he would definitely die.

"Gorrosh is Varian Wrynn, the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind whom I serve!" As the angry words fell, Rhaegar was directly knocked away by a powerful arcane impact. Printed on the wall.

The surging blue-violet blood force seemed to be real, suppressing him, as if it wanted to press his whole body into the granite wall.

"No...spare my life...spare...me..." Lei Jia struggled.

He never imagined that his money tree would be a big pit. I was so immortal that I actually picked up a king and came back as a slave!

Forget about being a slave, if he is not discovered and can be secretly sent back, it might still be a great achievement.

Everything is over now!

Duke Marcus, the strongest mortal strongman on earth, has come to visit.

Rhaegar was almost scared to shit.

Just when he thought he was certain to die, the magic power poured into him suddenly disappeared.

Duke's voice sounded in his ears again: "You undoubtedly deserve to go to hell. But for the sake of allowing Varian to grow up in a way that surprises me, I will give you one last chance. I need to trouble you to perform a show for me. play……"