This time Yrel was not as blank as the last time, and the shield in her left hand made a blocking action.

However, she was still a step slower, and before the shield blocked the spear, the tip of the spear had already touched her chest.

"Come again!"

"brush--"

This time Yrel's shield stopped in front of her in time, but the activated armor was only slightly deflected, and the spear rubbed the edge of the shield and broke through Yrel's line of defense, hitting her throat.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

...

In the face of the attacks of the activated armor, Yrel failed again and again, but she never gave up, just tried to cope again and again.

Even Ye Ting had to admit that although Xiao Sao Tizi was originally a priest, she did have a great talent in combat.

In practice after practice, her progress is almost visible to the naked eye.

Although she couldn't react at all in the first time, by the tenth attempt, she was able to barely block the blow of the activated armor in the change of moves. By the 30th time, she had been able to defend for several seconds in consecutive jabs.

At the fiftieth time, she was able to barely advance a few steps while defensive, so the activated armor had to move her steps to continue to stretch the distance.

By the 80th time, she was even able to force the activated armor to retreat again and again, and made a little counterattack, dragging the battle that would have been completed within a few tens of seconds to more than one minute.

For the hundredth time, she had been able to fight back and forth with the activated armor. Although she would inevitably fail in the end, for a beginner, this was already a considerable improvement.

In the 150th battle, she was able to win some games in front of the activated armor. Even though she could only win once or twice in ten duels, this was already a great improvement.

The confrontation between Yrel and the activated armor lasted almost all day, during which Ye Ting even used magic potion to restore his stamina. When the practice of this day is over, she can already guarantee that she will be victorious in the face of the activated armor.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Ye Ting's activated armor is almost equivalent to the elite of soldiers. Therefore, if the current Yrel can be on the battlefield, she is even qualified to become an officer.

Now she is already looking forward to tomorrow's gladiatorial fight.

Chapter 1054 Highmaul Arena

Walking through a dark corridor, accompanied by a sour "squeak" and "clap", the iron gate of the dark dungeon was slowly raised.

Accompanied by the roar of the mountain whistling and tsunami, the dazzling sunlight hits her face, causing the draenei girl who has been in the dark for a long time to close her eyes.

However, what came with this sunshine was not the warmth in imagination, but a chill of chills.

It was the shadow of death from the arena, together with the smell of feces and urine and a strong smell of blood.

"Damn blue monsters, your opponents are here, ready to be baptized with blood!" Behind the draenei girl, a rough orc shouted.

"Choose the weapon you call your hand, and use your life to bring us some fun." Another orc's voice said triumphantly.

Yrel paused angrily, and removed a one-handed warhammer and a buckler from the weapon rack on the side. Beside her, several embarrassed and thin draenei also took their own weapons-most of them were warhammers.

"quiet--"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the arena outside, and the entire arena was suddenly severe.

The owner who looks like a voice has a lot of prestige among those "audiences."

"Next, let us invite new gladiators-our captives and slaves, those cowardly blue monsters to show us their power!"

As that voice sounded, there were bursts of rough laughter from the audience.

The audience's laughter even interrupted the host's voice, but the host didn't care.

Because the war against the draenei went too smoothly, the image of the peace-loving draenei in the eyes of the belligerent orcs changed from the "civilized race" they admired in the past to a synonym for the weak and soft.

Boasting about their "power" at this time is just a mockery of them.

As if hearing the irony, Yrel gritted his teeth.

She has never hated her racial past policies like she does now, and she has never felt like she does now that the so-called peace and patience are so ridiculous. Ye Ting's views on war and peace seemed more reasonable in her mind, and Weilun's teaching seemed so pedantic to her.

At this time, urging sounds sounded behind the draenei, and it was the orc soldiers urging them to play.

However, for these slave gladiators, the arena in front of them is so dangerous. The door shining in the sun is like a huge mouth in the eyes of the draenei people. No one knows that they will be in the arena. There are some terrible opponents waiting for them.

Cannibal beast? Warlike orcs? Savage ogre? A huge one-eyed monster? Even the taller Goron giant?

Yrel had already noticed that many draenei around her had begun to tremble, and they didn't even have the confidence to live.

There is no meaning of ridicule, who doesn't want to live, but in the current situation, if there was no existence of Ye Ting, Yrel felt that he would be like these compatriots. Their fate is beyond their control.

Even with Ye Ting's existence, she couldn't guarantee that her compatriots would survive the next battle.

For a moment, she really wanted to suddenly get up, kill all the orcs nearby, and then escape here with the compatriots around her.

Looking around, looking at the jailer who opened the cage and the dozen or so guards armed to his teeth behind him, Yrel flicked his cute little tail irritably.

No, she can't do that, because besides these compatriots, she believes that more draenei have been caught here, and she can't be so reckless.

Thinking of Ye Ting's suggestion before coming here, the girl turned around and said loudly to the draenei:

"My fellow citizens, now that we are captured by others, life and death cannot be left to ourselves. Since everyone chooses to fight for themselves to earn a life, it means that everyone is unwilling to the status quo. Then why don't we take up arms and fight? "

After that, the girl turned around, strode forward, and walked out the door first.

Behind her, the rest of the draenei looked at each other and followed each other step by step. Looking at Yrel's not tall and strong back, everyone showed shocked expressions, and there was a little more in their eyes. vitality.

Through the narrow passage, Yrel and the rest of the draenei came to the center of the arena.

This arena is called the Highmaul Arena. It was the capital of the Ogre Empire and one of the largest and most important buildings in the Highmaul Fort.

Long before the rise of the orcs, the ogres used to be the overlords of this land. With the power of magic, the ogres established a great empire-Goria. At that time, even the orcs surrendered to them. Under his brute force and magic, he became a gladiator and slave laborer of the ogre.

At the peak of the ogre civilization, they built arenas in major cities. This huge arena was one of them-it was too huge, and it was built for the size of the ogre. , You know, the ogres are almost several times taller than the orcs and draenei, and this arena alone can accommodate thousands of ogres.

But now those guys are not sitting in the audience. Instead, they are shorter, but more fierce and militant orcs.

In the middle of the field, Yrel heard mad insults and roars coming from all directions.

"These blue monsters, kill them all!"

"Kill them, tear them apart!"

"They disturbed the sleeping ancestor's soul and killed them!!"