"Take the slave; we're leaving here quickly!"

The beautiful-faced youth started to walk away from the front of the exhibition with quick steps after shouting, showing the big orc to his guards.

"Come here, asshole, or I'll drag you away!"

When the bodyguard was hung up on the chains with ambition, he aimed to knock Alyon to the ground, batter him a little, and win the favor of his boss. Considering the atmosphere created, his plan was perfect, but there was a point he missed. No matter how much he hung, the orc at the end of the chain did not move a single step.

Epiphanes was enraged when he saw that the bodyguards behind him did not bring the prisoner after him.

"You are bringing the orc here, or your head will stay here with him!"

When the bodyguards, who started to sweat, hugged the chain together, they looked at each other in disbelief. Even if they pulled with all their strength, they could not make the big orc take a single step. In desperation, they pulled back the pressure on the chain, and a miracle happened for them.

Alyon understood that people were slaves, even without collars, and began to walk after them with calm steps. After watching what was going on, Marcos enjoyed the moment for a short while, then left the area and headed towards the customs gate that belonged to him.

"Hello, orc! We must go now!"

When Eftelya called out to Nafız with her enchanting voice, the orcs carrying the litter moved to change their course. Nafız, who was surprised by Alyon's moves, was startled by the call of the transport orcs.

"Follow us! The little lady wants to go home; we cannot wait for your pleasure!"

"Walking milkman's horse. Are these troughs because they didn't saddle on your back!

Nafız was not a person who was short of words. The orcs flushed with anger, but laughter came from inside the veiled box.

"This is the first time I've heard such words. Judging from your previous moves, it looks like we're going to have a good time with you!"

When the group followed by Nafız passed the rest of the way in silence and came to the front of the mansion inside the high walls, Alyon entered through the gate of the Augustus gladiator school.

The large orc that had come through the door under the gaze of the heavily armored soldiers on guard would add to the dust, attracting the attention of the others engaged in a practice fight.

"A new loser has arrived? How long will this last?"

''Hahaha! The previous one had made it to gold out of fear. Isn't he an Orc? He would die before he could see the first battle!"

Although the words of the crowded training in the garden of the gladiator school were full of arrogance and contempt, it was clear that they were speaking the truth. The role assigned to the orcs for the arena fights was to be fat calves that the main boy would slaughter.

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What could the orcs, who had reached adulthood on the way due to the cruel methods of the orc tribe, at this table of wolves, where they were holding swords for the first time?

"A bunch of soft, fighting games! Are they paying to watch these?"

Alyon couldn't help but respond to the provocations. He called out loud for all to hear, to the guard pulling the chain around his neck.

"Look, I hope your hand is doing as much work as your chin?"

When Alyon heard the voice of a man who was at least a head taller than other people but with many scars on his body, Alyon turned and looked in that direction.

"Instructor Morrison!"

The gladiators, who had interrupted their work to deal with the new orc, raised their hands to their chests and bowed at the sight of this person.

"Close the dungeon. Let's see how long it can last!"

The dungeon where the instructor sent Alyon was punishment for those who caused trouble at school. Hearing this, the other gladiators smirked; while the guards set off to take the burly orc to the place order. Entering through a small door opening towards the underground, Alyon followed the guard's steps walking in front of him.

Having finished the stairs and set foot on the floor, the group descended to an area where opposite cells were located. Surrounded by purple alloy iron bars, the cells were where gladiators could stay out of training and combat.

Alyon's gaze changed in an instant when the door to his accommodation appeared at the end of a long corridor. The outside, which has half its height, was covered entirely with stone, except for the door.

"Thank you for what you did on the market; you saved our lives. This place, whose height is as high as the door you will enter, is torture even for a normal person; it will be hell for you!"

The words of the bodyguard, who was trying to knock him down by hanging on his chain, plunged the giant orc's thoughts into the gloom. After a short silence, when the door was opened with a tearful voice, Alyon turned to the guards and said, "When will they have me fight first?"

"Next competitions are three days later. Until then, keep your mind to yourself!"

Alyon was already muttering, lying on his back in the dungeon he had entered, almost crouching.

"Just three days, do you think you can intimidate me with this?"

While her friend Alyon was going through hard times when he was bought after a simple bargain, Nafız was very comfortable in her new home after the events that turned into a duel of two noble families.

She was the only aide to her in the grand mansion, which she entered with the young lady of the house. Using this intimacy, she achieved a secret that many people don't know about. Despite her delicate beauty and charming voice, Eftelya was a very sick girl.

The young girl, who lost her mother during childbirth, had occasional bouts of pressing pain and could not control her lower back. Nafız, who initially approached the girl with a feeling of pity, could not help admiring her day by day.

Her father sealed his heart after her mother's death, taking care of only his daughter, taking whatever she wanted, and doing whatever she wanted. Despite this, the little girl managed to grow up without compromising her kind and compassionate character.

"Nafız, how is the outside world? How do people live outside this city?"

Eftelya, who was constantly walking around with two bodyguards, called out to the female orc, who had to walk five steps away.

“Miss, I am an ignorant orc. I can only describe the tribe I was born in!"

"Well, you're the smartest orc I've ever seen. That's why I couldn't leave you in the hands of that tyrant!"

Nafız did not want to reveal herself immediately where she lived on her third day. She had no choice but to evasive answers to the young girl's questions.

"You know, there are fights in the arena today. The orc I thought was your friend will also fight there today. Unfortunately, there were no more survivors than the orcs who made it to the arena!"

Nafız, pretending to be surprised by what she heard, replied to Eftelya in panic.

"Miss, that orc is the one I love. According to what you say, he will die today. Would I be going too far if I wanted to see him for the last time?"

As the soft heart of the young girl narrowed because of Nafız's sad face and what she said, her breathing became more frequent.

"Get my litter ready at once. I want to be in the arena before the fights start!"

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No one is a better slave than someone who believes he is free.

Johann Wolfgang Goethe