Chapter 211: Last Stand

Chapter 211: Last Stand

Warren shuddered as he stared in the eyes of the most terrifying-looking monster in his life.

The Orc that took his little girland his wife!

Or maybe it was some other of the beasts, not that it mattered though, they all looked the same to him.

But that smile, that cruel and mocking smile the beast was displaying He could never forget it!

The man was holding a sword in his hands. A crude weapon that has seen many battles, but it now only served as a toy for these monsters.

Though his hands were shaking in fear, he held on to the blade for dear life. "Be brave, be brave"

"This is my chance My little Gomora My dear wife I'll join you soon" His eyes turned red amidst absolute despair, and his reasoning vanished, replaced with but a single thought.

'Kill! I must kill them! Kill these monsters!'

"Wraaaagh! Dieeeeee!"

He charged forward with the sword while giving off an animalistic scream. The place turned quiet, and then

Paff!

Warren found himself falling to the floor, his eyes catching a glimpse of that damn mocking grin.

The young Orc struck him effortlessly and the audience erupted in maddening laugher. This is what they wanted! The struggle! The resentment! The courage! The rage!

The hope!

They wanted their opponents to give it their all! So that their eventual demise would be oh so much sweeter!

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The memory of the fight was somewhat blurry for Warren. He remembered himself trying to stand up, only to get beaten back down.

It happened many times. When he thought he couldn't go on, when he thought it was over for him The Orc would stop.

It would give him some space, some time to recover and try to stand up again, give him a ray of hope So the beatdown would be more interesting! Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Beating someone that already gave up on life? Boring!

But beating someone that is struggling to survive? Very interesting and fun!

That's their philosophy.

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Warren fainted somewhere after the fifth time, he figured, as his memories ended there.

He was in a cold, dark cell once again. His body aching, his skin burning as if on fire, his joints inflamed and stiff from all those bruises

Anger. Boundless anger and hate.

A desire for revenge. But firsthe had to survive!

He drank the blood of his fellow man. Death of one, for the life of another.

That's how life works, usually.

Not with Orcs though. They kill for fun. They find amusement in torture.

Demonic beings made for war. Infinitely adaptive to any environment.

But so are humans, and so is Warren.

He was called to the ring a few more times since. He got beaten, he bled. But he was still alive!

Broken, but not done! The iron helm still sat on top of his head, almost as if sending a message from up high. A message of perseverance!

Down, but not defeated. His spirit grew with each passing day as he drank the blood of his people and feasted on their flesh.

But then

There was thunder.

Thunder inside the caveor maybe it wasn't.

Warren could hear frightened screams from his cell, amplified by the emptiness of the cavern and distorted by the loud echoes.

He noticed something weird, something unusual.

The Orcs, the Hobgoblins, the little shits, they are nervous, they are on guard.

Suddenly there was a roar, a loud and powerful roar coming from somewhere. They moved. The beasts rushed forward in a sudden bloodthirsty frenzy, completely ignoring the prisoners in their cages.

There was that thunder again, it's coming closer. There were screams, however

Warren opened his eyes wide in the dark and perked his ears up even though his body was in agony. He heard screams he never thought would be possible.

The beasts cried. They begged for mercy. He could hear sadness and pain in their voice. He stood up and opened the door, peering into the darkness.

His eyes adapted to the dim light long ago and he could seenothing.

No Orc or any other monsters to be seen anywhere.

He grabbed a broken sword in the arena, his heart beating strong and hard, like a war drum.

This is his chance to do something, to take fate by the reigns, to be a man!

It was time to fight.