Make Azeroth breathtaking

"Go find Valera, she will take you to get the weapons, I will meet you at the arena later."

———————————————Rega's Room——————————————————

After seeing Lo'Gosh off, Rhaegar returned to his room, sat cross-legged on a leather rug, and began deep meditation. Although he still craved thrilling battles, having now chosen the path of shamanism, he understood that for orcs to truly live proudly in Azeroth, power and glory... were actually secondary factors.

Suddenly, he felt a white shadow flash through his mental world.

"!!!"

The sudden accident interrupted Rega's meditation. He stood up from the animal skin rug, looked at the rising sun in the distance, and frowned.

What just invaded my mind?

V. First Training Match

The time is nine o'clock in the morning.

With the rumbling sound of the iron gates opening, the mystery of the Great Arena was gradually unveiled before the fully armed Logosh.

The vast, flat ground was covered with pebbles that shimmered slightly in the sunlight, each one seemingly indistinguishable from its neighbor. Dozens of pillars adorned with crude reliefs were placed in the center or near the edge of the arena, arranged in a regular matrix. On the walls, at least three meters high, were scattered objects that looked like doors, their purpose unknown. Several balloons floated in the sky, with empty baskets hanging below them.

"382 meters long, 227 meters wide, and with a circular arc radius of 50—these are the dimensions of the battle area in the Ratchet Arena."

Rhaegar's voice came from above to Logosh's ears. He turned his head and saw that Rhaegar had somehow gotten into the audience, with a goblin standing next to him.

"I will watch you fight, but I will not point out any of your mistakes before the fight is over."

As he said this, Rega nodded to the goblin beside him. Rega's signal prompted the goblin to take out a small box and whisper a few words. A seven-colored light screen quickly enveloped the entire arena, making the sun's hue appear strange.

"Roar—roar—roar—"

The moment the light screen unfolded, Logos heard a fierce, triumphant roar from the opposite side, along with the crisp echo of weapons striking his breastplate.

"They're here, let's get ready."

Valera spoke softly, drawing two daggers with slightly greenish blades from her waist and silently disappearing into the shadows of the wall. Blore also made a fist with both hands, bestowing the blessing of nature upon the three of them.

Then they saw an orc's head emerge from behind a pillar, along with a middle finger and his foul language.

"Hey! You cowards! Come at me if you dare! Yes! I'm your grandpa! Judging by the way you're holding your weapons, you probably used all your strength for eating in the wrong places!"

"This level of provocation...Logos???"

Completely ignoring the provocation, Bloor had just narrowed his eyes to estimate the distance between himself and the orc, considering how to cast a spell, when Logosh had already taken off, wielding his greatsword and roaring as he charged toward the provocateur. His speed was so great that he almost left a trail of afterimages in the air.

"Logos... at this distance, he can't even get close enough to his opponent to charge in!"

Valera, who could tell at a glance that Logosh's charge was a waste of time, gritted her teeth and continued to move along the shadow of the wall. Blor only had time to cast a Rejuvenation spell on Logosh before she had to start looking for a more suitable place to fight under the suppression of the enemy team's hunters' projectile weapons.

"Rega told me you're easily provoked, and it's true!"

The orc warrior who had provoked Lo'gosh drew his two-handed battle axe, laughing as he charged towards the oncoming enemy. The two warriors collided violently in the middle of their charge, causing the air to tremble slightly.

"!!!"

The next moment, Logos realized that something was wrong. He had already exhausted himself from charging for too long, and his opponent was charging at the point where the momentum was at its peak! With this shift in momentum, he immediately lost his balance!

"Ha...humans..."

Before Logosh could regain his footing, his opponent launched a relentless barrage of attacks. The massive battle axe, whistling through the air, never left the area between Logosh's chest and waist, forcing him to passively respond with his sword. Each impact made his footing even more chaotic.

"howl!!!"

Finally, after dozens of collisions, Lo'gosh's steps became extremely chaotic. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the orc's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his battle axe slashed down—undoubtedly, if this strike landed, Lo'gosh, even with his leather armor, might be cut in two.

"call out!!"

Just as Lo'Gosh was in grave danger, two dark green throwing knives flew at incredible speed from afar, stabbing one above and one below at the orc's body, who was pressing down on Lo'Gosh. Realizing he couldn't intercept the two knives while maintaining his dominance, the orc warrior decisively changed tactics. First, he used the momentum to lean against Lo'Gosh's breastplate, forcing him to exhale. Then, he changed his stance from a slanted sweep to a vertical grip on his battle axe, narrowly deflecting Valeera's poisoned throwing knives.

However, although Lo'Gosh's crisis was averted, Valeera found herself in danger because of her actions. To help Lo'Gosh, she had to emerge from stealth and throw a throwing knife, which resulted in her being ambushed by the orc rogue opposite her. Although Valeera tried her best to deflect the knife, her combat ability plummeted after being stabbed in the right thigh.

In addition, Lo'gosh was once again in a bad situation. Valeera's help did free him from being suppressed by the enemy warrior, but the orc warrior's impact had disrupted his breathing rhythm. And clearly, just as his opponent was unwilling to let him regain his balance before, he would not give him a chance to regain his breathing rhythm.

As for Blor, well, with thousands of years of age and having participated in the Battle of Hyjal, his combat experience is the most extensive among the three. He simply used some rapidly cultivated magical vines, and the hunters who were paired with him turned into prey. His traps were easily seen through by Blor, and the biological toxins he coated on his weapons were also easily removed by Blor using druidic magic.

However, after Valera and Logos were both knocked into the medical room, Bloor very decisively chose to surrender—he felt he still had a chance to gamble on fighting two against one, but fighting three against one was almost an impossible task.

"Blood Fist, what do you think of them?"

After the first training match, Rega went down into the arena and walked up to an orc sitting under a pillar, drinking water in large gulps. He half-squatted down and asked him a question.

“Very strong, extremely strong. Whether it’s that druid, your blood elf apprentice, or that human warrior, they all performed exceptionally well.”

"Oh? I see that after you successfully provoked them, you two took control of the rhythm and dominated them from beginning to end."

“If it were any other team, we would have finished the battle long ago—if that human warrior hadn’t rushed in so hastily and had been a little calmer, I think this battle would have been a tough one.”

"To receive such praise from you, it seems my judgment is not bad."

"Your eye for talent has always been sharp, Rega... But a human this strong must be someone extraordinary, right? Didn't you ever suspect anything?"

"what."

Rega smiled, stood up, and brushed the sand off his knees.

"I'm going to teach them a lesson. See you this afternoon, Blood Fist."

6. The vortex gradually intensifies.

"Um..........."

Amidst the pungent smell of disinfectant, Logos opened his eyelids, which were much heavier than usual, and saw the familiar white ceiling.

"I remember... my head was covered?"

"You've forgotten? It's very difficult to die in the Ratchet Arena, Logosh..."

Valera's listless voice reached his ears from the next bed. She had fought her opponent for almost ten minutes while unable to stop bleeding, and finally fainted from blood loss and was teleported out.

Is this what it feels like to be near death?

Logosh still felt lingering fear when he thought about the orc warrior's battle axe coming down on his head.

"Yes... but soon we'll experience a different kind of near-death feeling..."

"What do you mean?"

But the next second, Logos understood what Valera meant, because Rhaegar's loud voice was already ringing out from outside the door.

"Lo'gosh, as a warrior, your performance today was a complete failure! That provocation was the lowest and most boring kind, and you couldn't even resist? On a real battlefield, the insults would be far more nasty! It's fair to say your reckless charge today sealed the fate of the entire battle!! And you! Valeera! Have you forgotten everything I taught you?! Stay calm! Stay calm! Combat for stealth classes is always a dance on the edge of a knife! Even the smallest mistake can snowball and have unpredictable consequences! If you had fought in a place like the Dire Maul Arena or the Orgrimmar Grand Arena, only Broll might have survived!"

Rega pushed open the door and walked into the ward with Blor. He pointed at Logos and Valera without any mercy and launched into a tirade of abuse, leaving the two unable to lift their heads.

After criticizing the two for about ten minutes, Rega finally calmed down. At this moment, Broll, who was standing next to him, slowly spoke up.

“Rega, I also bear responsibility for the failure of the training match. I got entangled with that hunter.”

"No, you did what you could. With Lo'gosh suppressed and Valeera recklessly appearing to rescue him, your only chance of winning was to keep the hunter occupied and prevent him from focusing on the battlefield. But those two..."

Rega paused for a few seconds, then expressed his emotion in a single word.

"Humph!"

——————————————Half an hour later————————————————————

Brol sat on a chair next to Logos's bed, slowly mixing ointment in a dish. Logos, whose head was wrapped tightly in bandages, moved his lips a few times and finally uttered a sentence.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"You shouldn't be impulsive, right? You should be glad that we're fighting in the Ratchet Arena, not a real battlefield. Otherwise, maybe ten or even a hundred people would be reduced to dust because of your anger."

Bloor responded calmly to Logos, while simultaneously removing a small section of the bandage from his head and applying ointment.

"What should I have done then, Mr. Broer?"

Valera propped herself up with her hands, picked up the nutrient solution from the cabinet, and drank it.

“Unless an orc’s stealth skills are unparalleled, they can never compare to those of an elf, let alone someone from the Sargunar family—I’ve heard of your family. In ancient times, when your family was still serving in Black Rook Hold, it was known among the elves for producing assassins and spies.”

"You mean I should stay calm, pinpoint the enemy thieves' location before taking action? But by then, Logosh would be on his last legs!"

“You underestimate Logosh. In my opinion, he can last longer than you think, Valeera.”

As he said this, Bloor rewrapped the gauze on Logos's head.

“Rega told me that we’ll be playing a practice match against that team again in three days, and he hopes you can learn from this and perform a little better.”

————————————Stormwind, Countess's Residence——————————————————

Princess Onyxia, the black dragon who had transformed into Countess Prestor, leaned back in her chair, tapping the armrest slowly. In front of her were several dragons who had transformed into human form, kneeling on the floor, not daring to breathe.

I am very disappointed.

Finally, Countess Presto slowly spoke.

“I am disappointed, my servants. Can you tell me why... the other ‘Varian’ is gone? He is so reckless and irritable, and you kept assuring me that he would never leave my sight, but what happened?”

“Mistress, we locked him in the deepest water dungeon. We used rocks, steel, and even magic to seal his freedom. We even hired Naga to guard him! But we really don’t know how he escaped!”

A dragonman of slightly higher status than the others lowered his head and spoke cautiously, lest he anger his mistress.

"Shh... I know you want to argue, but right now I only want to know one thing... that 'Varian,' do you think he could possibly be alive after escaping?"

"Absolutely impossible! Alcaz Island is one of the lairs of the multi-headed monsters, and the venom of some of the older ones there is even feared by dragons! Alcaz Island is more than fifty kilometers away from Theramore Island, the nearest city that would accept humans, and the entire route is by sea with swift currents and many reefs; no mortal could possibly survive there."

"That's good......"

Onyxia picked up the glass next to her and began to sip the wine slowly.

"Grand Tinker Tanis from Ratchet will be visiting Stormwind early next month to promote the new fragrance and cosmetics formulas that Ratchet Chemicals will be launching in Stormwind. Archmage Jaina Proudmoore, leader of Theramore, will also be attending as a guest. Since both of them have been in contact with King Varian, and given their special status, he might grant them a meeting. So! Don't mess things up!"

"Yes, mistress!"

——————————————Ratchet, Tinkerman's Mansion——————————————————

As usual, Gelgro Torque, the owner of the Tinkerman's Mansion's shops, sat idly in his chair, lost in thought as he looked at the deserted store. Although the profession of Tinkerer had gradually spread to various races, it was clear that those who weren't Tinkerers currently had limited acceptance of engineering tools...

Suddenly, a man wearing a headscarf, a dust mask, and ordinary linen clothing walked into the shop. He perked up at the sight of a customer.

"Hello! Hello! Welcome! How can I help you?"