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The arena of Highmaul has not been so lively for a long time, and what is even more incredible is that half of the audience this time are orcs. The two most eye-catching guys are Grommash and Kargath.

The Iron Tribe Warchief's thick long hair is flowing, his muscles are as strong as a beast, his chin is dyed black, and the fangs exposed in his mouth are shining. Compared with his silent and calm expression, the man next to him now

The Overseer of the Broken Hand Clan had long since blended into the shouting crowd. If the warchief hadn't been present, he might have jumped off the auditorium and gone to fight in the arena. Kargath deliberately raised his severed hand while shouting.

, to commemorate his past achievements. He was invincible in the arena and almost turned this place into his own territory.

Highmaul ushered in a group of challengers. In the past, slaves tamed by slave owners fought against each other, but today the situation is different. The hostile Azeroth coalition broke in and demanded to fight with the gladiators of Highmaul.

Higher or lower.

Even an ogre knows that the duel in the arena is sacred. Even if the visitor is an enemy, the rules cannot be broken. The wizard king Mal'gok agreed to the duel request. For this reason, he also specially invited the Iron Tribe

people attended.

With the operation of the elevator, the small and inconspicuous group of challengers appeared in Grommash's field of vision. Before he could see everyone's appearance clearly, the two idiot ogres standing on the commentary platform appeared.

The cynicism began. They said that these scourges of Nagrand were as weak as a piece of Thunder Elephant shit.

Grommash's eyes turned back to the invaders. It was this group of invaders that caused the Iron Horde to lose ground on the front line. He understood that Mal'gok wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate him. The orcs could not deal with them, and the ogres

But it can be done.

The Chief of the Iron Tribe suddenly smiled. He hoped that they could win the next match against the Ogre Gladiators and make the head of state realize his stupidity. Then it would be the opportunity for the Iron Tribe to show its power, otherwise he would not

Kargas brings.

At the beginning, it seemed that it was to test the strength of this group of challengers. The first wave of people to meet the challenge were a few ogre warriors and spellbreakers. Many people did not understand why Grommash did not destroy the ogres and put them to the test.

He took the city as his own. It wasn't until later that someone heard that what the warchief actually cared about was the knowledge mastered by the ogres, that is, the lawbreakers.

The rumors were true. On more than one occasion, Grommash heard Garrosh speak of the dangers of warlocks. In Draenor, only Mal'gok's runestone had the ability to suppress any magic. Such was the value of the ogres.

When he recalled, the group of fat guys had been defeated. Grommash was not surprised about this. The ogres of Highmaul had not yet realized how powerful these enemies from another world were. Competition

The cheers in the arena became louder and louder. Under the introduction of the two ogres, a Sabertooth Khajiit appeared on the arena. He was called the Shadow of Highmaul. Grommash remembered this name.

, because his failure will completely shut the ogre's mouth.

The process was a little thrilling, but Ugor, the Shadow of Highmaul, still fell. This was exactly the effect Hellscream wanted. The warchief wanted the ogres to understand that apart from their remaining value, they were worthless.

"Kargath." Grommash whispered the name of Blade Fist. It was time for him to take the stage. The Shattered Hand Warlord turned back with eager eyes. He was thinking exactly what the warchief meant.

The two of them were at the highest level of the auditorium and the farthest away, but Kargas jumped to the center of the arena with ease.

"Enough!"

The whole audience was cheering for the name of this true gladiator king. Perhaps the movement was too loud, and the wizard king Margok even appeared.

Grommash sat in his seat, ignoring the conversation between Kargath and the Head of State. He was even more concerned about the challengers who were about to face Blade Fist. Although their weapons and equipment were different, they seemed to be well-organized.

In terms of tactics, everyone has a chance to show their value, but Kargath will only fight alone. Grommash began to understand why Ner'zhul, Blackhand, and Iron Wolf failed.

This duel performance has just officially begun, but just like his previous thoughts, an intuition lingers in Grommash's heart - Kargath may not be able to win this duel.

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As dusk approached, Kargath Bladefist escaped in time. For the first time so far, he escaped from the arena. The moment he was defeated, an ogre broke into the arena. See

He seems to be a sworn enemy of Margok.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being diverted, Kargath ran away without looking back. He didn't know if Grommash had seen his embarrassment, but once this incident spread, not only his reputation would be damaged.

Doubts, and more importantly, would affect the morale of the entire Iron Horde. He estimated that he would never be able to gain Hellscream's trust and respect again.

Therefore, the Shattered Hand Warlord does not intend to go to Grommash. It is much better to hide temporarily than go back. Nagrand is very vast, and there is always a suitable hiding place for him to recover his strength.

The Sinslayer had been waiting for a long time. He was monitoring Kargath's every move from high on the hillside. The Overseer of the Broken Hand was actually alone.

Kargath stopped. The sound of killing in Highmaul was loud, but right now his only enemy was the one in front of him. There were creatures like this man in the arena. How could the corpse move? He couldn't understand.

"I have heard your story and I like your story very much." The Sin-Slayer pointed at Kargas' fist blade - it was still dripping with blood. "The determination to not succumb to fate and take action for freedom will be broken."

The decisiveness of the hand... Therefore, I really want to know what kind of terrifying existence the Overseer of the Shattered Hand is, who is feared in the arena."

"A truly fair fight will not take advantage of others." Kargas has scars all over his body. As time goes by, when these scars heal, the scars formed are proof of glory. But now they are Kargas

The burden and pain will only affect his fighting ability.

"Then you misunderstood. I am here to kill you. My identity is not a gladiator, but... an assassin." The Sin-Slayer thought for a while, and finally smiled, and the sunlight fell on his sword blade to form light spots. "

Assassins never pursue so-called fair duels."

Blade Fist secretly cursed himself for being stupid. These invaders from another world were as despicable and shameless as ogres. How could he hope that they would stick to their honor?

"Come on!" If he had to die today, he was ready.
Chapter completed!