This is like the morality of slave society cannot be applied to feudal society, and the morality of feudal society is also fallacious in capitalist society. For different situations, different positions, and different moral standards.

And how can the Holy Light and the Shadow themselves distinguish such complicated things?

Therefore, what it can distinguish is only the morality of the human heart—that is, the restraint of oneself on oneself.

This is why the Scarlet Crusaders can slaughter the innocent souls without being abandoned by the Holy Light-in their moral standards, this behavior itself is righteous.

It can be said that even if he is a lunatic, as long as he firmly believes that he is exercising justice in his heart, then even if he destroys the world, the Holy Light will still be on his side.

From this perspective, operating the Holy Light in a religious manner has its own specific meaning. After all, religion does not need to be reasonable in certain circumstances.

Although Ye Ting didn't understand the logic in this depth for Yrel because of time, the girl still had a deep understanding of this theory, and the feeling of the Holy Light became deeper.

When the morning light shone in the half-foot small window, she had already mastered the power of the holy light that could dispel the shadow energy in her body by herself.

However, under Ye Ting's prompt, she did not rashly get rid of the power that hurt her.

Compared with the power of the Holy Light that she had been in contact with since she was a child, Xiao Sao Tizi did not have a deep understanding of the shadows, and it took a certain amount of effort to get started quickly. Therefore, Ye Ting left this power deliberately to give her an intuitive perception.

Just when Ye Ting wanted to start explaining the Way of Shadow to her, suddenly, his ears moved.

Although he is not a strong person who specializes in melee combat, the blood of the dragon and the materialization of his soul make Ye Ting's body close to perfection at this time. This perfection is not only reflected in the physical aspect, but also in the senses.

In short, he has five senses far beyond mortal.

Just now, he heard a sound of footsteps and heavy breathing in the distance, and at the same time a familiar smell came—he would never forget the smell, it was he in Azeroth The old opponent of the time, the taste of the orcs.

Obviously an orc is approaching here.

Since he made up his mind to leave everyone, Ye Ting naturally couldn't expose himself.

So he blinked at the girl: "Someone is coming, I'll hide first, and you should pay attention to it yourself."

Next, the girl found that the figure of the man in front of her gradually became transparent until he disappeared into the air.

She immediately realized the situation, so she pretended to be embarrassed and shrank in the corner.

Soon, the candlelight in the distance reflected a long black shadow, and a tall and strong orc entered the prison.

Unlike the ordinary red orc, this orc's complexion looked a little pale, and the most eye-catching thing about it was that it lacked a palm.

Where it was supposed to be the left hand, it was chopped off with a knife, and replaced by a sharp blade mounted on the arm.

Ye Ting could see his origin at a glance.

Obviously, he came from the famous Shattered Palm clan, and their chief was named Kargath Bladefist. The Shattered Hand clan is accustomed to showing allegiance to the clan by breaking the body. The orcs in the clan who are promoted to the status of warrior must dedicate their left hand-in the form of a broken arm or amputation, the remnants of their amputation are often replaced by some botched weapons or tools-this is also to distinguish them Distinguishing features.

I saw the orc arrogantly came to the iron fence and patted the iron fence vigorously.

"Dangdang!"

The blade and the iron fence collided with each other, making a crisp sound, but Yrel was still curled up in the corner with a droopy appearance, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The orc didn't care either, and he spoke coarsely with a high-pitched appearance.

In the battle of the orcs, Ye Ting once learned the orc language from Garona, so he understood what he meant.

"Draenei's little ladies, your good fortune is here!" When the orc spoke, his mouth full of buck teeth was ugly open. "Although you are just a group of shameful losers, your only destiny is Become a slave to our Shattered Hand clan, but Chief Kargath has given you a chance to be free—"

Hearing what he said, Yrel couldn't help but look up at him.

"The arena just needs a group of slaves to perform gladiatorial performances. Lord Kargas promised that as long as one of you can win a hundred games in a row, he will be able to give you freedom. Although I think you cowardly draenei companies I can’t win a game, but Master Kargas still let me ask you again. How about, you skinny draenei, do you want to sign up?"

"As long as you win a hundred games in a row, you can be free? How is it possible?"

After all kinds of hardships, Yrel, who had been educated by Ye Ting all night, was no longer so naive, and she didn't believe it much after hearing such conditions. If Ye Ting did not exist, perhaps she would still regard this as the last straw, but now that Ye Ting existed, she naturally didn't have to step on this obvious trap.

Just when she wanted to reject the orc in front of her, a familiar male voice rang in her ears.

"Promise him."

That was Ye Ting's voice.

Although he didn't understand why Ye Ting asked her to agree, Yrel still obeyed his instructions out of trust in the man.

"Well, I want to sign up for the gladiatorial fight." She replied decisively.

Chapter 1051

"Hahaha, you actually agreed! You, a dry draenei, have the courage to agree!" As if hearing something ridiculous, the orc laughed out loud.

In the eyes of the orcs, the draenei who yearn for peace are just a group of soft guys, and the thin draenei in front of them is weak and soft. It is very ridiculous for such a guy to participate in a battle that represents blood and courage. .

However, Yrel didn't care about his attitude at all.

"Have you laughed enough?" the girl coldly reminded, "If you laugh enough, remember my name. My name is Yrel. I will participate in your gladiatorial fights. I will win a hundred games in a row, and then I will do it for my compatriots. Bring freedom!"

The girl's voice is not high, but it is very powerful, as if what she said is a matter of course, the sun rises from the east, like water flowing down.

Appearing to be suppressed by Yrel's courage, the orc was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded seriously.

"Is it Yrel? I remember your name. Although I still don't like you, your courage is indeed worthy of admiration. I will report your name."

After speaking, he walked towards the door. Before leaving, he turned around and said: "Your words reminded me of Chief Kargath. I will look forward to your performance."

After speaking, he left here, the heavy footsteps getting farther and farther, until he disappeared without a trace.

"Kagas, haha," Ye Ting's figure appeared next to the girl again with a sneer, "People will eventually become what they hate. It turns out that you have also come to this point."

"What did you say?" Yrel did not understand Ye Ting's words.

"No, it's nothing." Ye Ting shook his head, not intending to say what was in his mind.

In fact, he was just satirizing Kargath Bladefist.

As early as seven or eight years ago, Highmaul was not the territory of the orcs, but the city of the ogres. The ogre family has a long history of enslaving orcs, forcing slaves to fight each other in cruel competitive duels for their pleasure.

Kargath originally had no clan, but was imprisoned as a slave to an ogre. The ogres promised him that as long as he killed a hundred orc gladiators in the arena, they would grant him freedom. Kargas finally completed the trial, only to discover that the promised freedom was nothing more than a lie. The ultimate reward for the champion was to be locked in the dungeon of the arena until it rotted.

Kargas lost the last hope, but he didn't want to be locked again. In order to escape from the chains that imprisoned him, he destroyed one of his hands. Those inmates who followed him also followed suit. They tied their weapons to their severed limbs and fought, and successfully overthrew the slavery of the ogres.

After escaping from the ogre arena, they formed the Shattered Hand clan. And Kargas, who was once a slave, became the chief of this clan. He attached a blade to his severed hand, and now people call him Kargath Bladefist.

The former Kargas Bladefist was a character just like Spartacus.

And now, the rising orcs have defeated the ogres, and Highmaul has fallen into the hands of the former slave gladiators, but the former slaves have now become slave owners again and have played the tricks of the old master.

Yrel doesn't understand or care about the history of orcs and ogres. She has more questions that she wants to understand: