Chapter 863

This is like the morality of slave society cannot be applied to feudal society, and the morality of feudal society is fallacy in capitalist society. There are different moral standards for different situations and different positions.

And how can Holy Light and Shadow itself be able to distinguish such complex things?

Therefore, what it can distinguish is only the morality of man's heart—that is, man's restraint on himself.

That's why the Scarlet Crusaders were able to slaughter innocent souls without being cast aside by the Light - an act of their own accord in their moral standards.

It can be said that even if he is a lunatic, as long as he firmly believes that he is exercising justice, 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 naturally has its own specific meaning. After all, religion does not need to be reasonable in some cases.

Although Ye Ting did not understand this deep logic for Yrel because of time, the girl still had a deep understanding of this theory, and her sense of the Holy Light became deeper and deeper.

By the time the morning light shone through the half-foot window, she had already mastered the power of holy light that could dispel the shadow energy in her body on her own.

However, at Ye Ting's prompt, she did not rashly remove the power that was hurting her.

Compared with the power of the Holy Light that she had been exposed to since childhood, she did not know much about the shadow and Xiao Sao Hoof, and it took a certain amount of work to get started quickly. So Ye Ting deliberately left this power to give her an intuitive understanding.

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

Although he is not a powerhouse specializing in melee melee combat, the bloodline of the dragon and the materialization of his soul make Ye Ting's body approach perfect at this time. This perfection is not only reflected in the physical aspect, but also in the senses.

In short, he has five senses that are far superior to ordinary people.

Just now, he heard footsteps and heavy breathing in the distance, and there was also a familiar stench--he would never forget that smell, that he was in Azeroth. The old rival of the time, the taste of the orcs.

Apparently orcs are approaching here.

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

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

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

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

Soon, the candlelight in the distance reflected a long dark shadow, and a tall and strong orc walked into the prison.

Unlike ordinary red orcs, this orc's complexion is a little pale, and the most striking thing about it is that it lacks a palm.

Where it should have been the left hand, it was slashed with a knife and replaced by a sharp blade mounted on the arm.

Ye Ting saw his origin at a glance.

Apparently, he is from the famous Shatterpaw clan, whose chief is Kargath Bladefist. It is customary for the Shattered Hand to show their allegiance to the clan by ritually severing the body. Orcs who are promoted to warrior status in the clan are to give their left hand - in the form of amputation or amputation, the remnant of their amputation is often replaced by some poor weapon or tool - this is also what distinguishes them. Obvious features.

I saw that the orc came to the iron railing with arrogance and patted the iron railing hard.

"Clang!"

The blade and the iron fence collided, making a crisp sound, but Yrel still curled up in the corner with a sullen look, as if he didn't hear anything.

The orc didn't care either, with a high-spirited look, he spoke in a rough voice.

In the battle of the orcs, Ye Ting had learned the orc language from Garona, so he could understand what he meant.

"Draenei little girls, your luck is here!" When the orc spoke, his mouth full of buck teeth was ugly, "Although you are just a bunch of shameful losers, your only destiny is Become slaves to our Broken 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 a gladiatorial show. Lord Kargath promises that as long as any of you can win a hundred consecutive gladiatorial fights, you will be able to give you freedom. Although I think you cowardly draenei even You can't win a game, but Lord Kargath let me ask you again. How about it, you skinny draenei woman, do you want to sign up?"

"As long as you win 100 games in a row, you can be free? How is that possible?"

After experiencing all kinds of hardships and being educated by Ye Ting for one night, Yrel was not so naive for a long time, and she didn't believe much when she heard such conditions. Without Ye Ting's existence, perhaps she would still take this as the last straw, but now that Ye Ting exists, she naturally doesn't have to step on this obvious trap.

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

"Promise him."

That was Ye Ting's voice.

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

"Okay, I want to sign up for the gladiatorial fight." She answered decisively.

Chapter 1051 Determination and quick success

"Hahaha, you actually agreed! You dry draenei have the guts 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 eggs, and the thin draenei in front of them are weak and soft. It is very ridiculous for such a guy to participate in the gladiatorial fight that represents blood and courage. .

Yet Yrel didn't care about his attitude at all.

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

The girl's voice is not high, but it is very powerful, as if she is saying something for granted, the sun rises from the east, like water flowing low.

Seemingly stunned by Yrel's aura, the orc was stunned for a moment, then nodded earnestly.

"Is it Yrel? I remember your name. Although I still dislike you, your courage is indeed admirable. I will report your name."

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

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

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

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

"No, it's nothing." Ye Ting shook his head, not intending to express his thoughts.

In fact, he was just sarcasm Kargath Bladefist.

Seven or eight years ago, Highmaul was not an orc territory, but an ogre city. The ogres have a long history of enslaving orcs, forcing slaves to kill each other in brutal competitive duels for their amusement.

Kargath had no clan, and was born imprisoned as an ogre slave. The ogres promised him freedom if he killed a hundred orc gladiators in the arena. Kargath finally completed the trial, only to discover that the promised freedom was nothing but a lie, and that the champion's ultimate reward was being locked in the arena's dungeon until it rotted away.

Kargath lost his last hope, but he did not want to be chained again, and to escape from the chains that imprisoned him, he destroyed one of his own hands. His fellow inmates followed suit. They fought by strapping their weapons to severed limbs and succeeded in overthrowing the enslavement of the ogres.

After escaping the ogre's arena, they formed the Shattered Hand. And Kargath, a former slave, became the chief of the clan. He attached the blade to his severed hand, and is now known as Kargath Bladefist.

The former Kargath Bladefist was a figure just like Spartacus.

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 old master's tricks again.

Yrel doesn't know much about the history of orcs and ogres, and doesn't care about it. She has more questions that she wants to know:

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