In the center of the arena, Kane Bloodhoof stood proudly like a demon god.
The warchief of the Horde, Garrosh, who is said to be able to crush the Pantheon with one finger, fell to the ground, unconscious.
While everyone was stunned, Nazgrin, who was presiding over the duel, roared angrily:
"This is unfair, Cairn Bloodhoof. You, a dirty tauren, dare to cheat. As expected, tauren are a bunch of despicable and shameless trash. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Nazgrin gave an order, and a large number of elite orcs rushed into the arena. They were all tall, wearing thick armor, and holding sharp battle axes. They were the elite Kor'kron Legion.
Cairn Bloodhoof was naked, with only a rag around his waist. After knocking down Garrosh, his eyes were blood red, and a feeling of joy came to his heart, making him a little dizzy.
Madness, destruction, just want to kill everything, let the earth flow into a river of blood, the world, burn.
The power of destruction from Archimonde has completely dominated Kane, and there is only destruction and killing in his heart.
Facing thousands of elite orcs, Kane just sneered, without any mercy in his eyes. He bent down and picked up Gorehowl, holding the rune spear in his other hand.
Kane let out a roar and rushed towards Kor'kron's steel torrent, spinning rapidly like a top. Wherever he passed, the armor was torn into pieces, weapons flew out, and the orc's strong body was like paper.
Easily torn into pieces.
In just a short moment, hundreds of orcs were massacred, and not even a complete body could be found. The rest were frightened and fled in all directions, howling.
Nazgrim was well aware of his situation. If Garrosh died, Nazgrim would be doomed, so he seized the fleeting opportunity to carry away the unconscious Garrosh.
Kane was so furious that he did not pursue the Kor'kron soldiers. He just rushed to where there were many people and killed them. Not long after, Kane rushed to the stands and slaughtered the spectators.
"Oh my God, this is the murderous devil."
"Run away quickly, I don't want to die, mom."
"Help, don't kill me, please spare my life."
The crowded stands suddenly fell into chaos, trampling and jostling each other, trying to escape from this terrifying place. Countless limbs were broken, and people were killed and injured.
Kane seemed to be a never-tiring killing machine, constantly harvesting lives. His body was already covered in blood, and the rune spear was broken, so he picked up a battle ax at random.
At the VIP table, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were also shocked. Antonidas and Jaina opened the portal almost at the same time, ready to escape at any time.
"Kane Bloodhoof, don't be so arrogant."
Thunderous shouts rang out, and the weak civilians were shaken to the point where their ears were rumbling, and many of them fainted in public.
The confused audience fell silent and followed the sound, only to see Garrosh waking up at some point and striding into the arena.
Warchief Garrosh returned again, and the audience burst into cheers.
The crazy Kane was shocked by the loud shouting and became much more conscious. He stopped killing and carefully looked at Garrosh who had recovered from his injuries.
It was different from the Garrosh just now. At this moment, Garrosh's muscles were bulging, his body was completely larger, and there was a faint lightning power between his limbs.
"Well done, old cow," Garrosh said sarcastically: "I admit, I underestimated your despicability. It seems that your slow motion was all fake. It turns out that Thrall was secretly helping you.
Give you a little bit of destructive power."
Kane didn't know where the power in his body came from, and he had no time to think about it. He never took his eyes off his opponent and replied:
"Your taunting was not smart in the first place, and it is even more stupid now. Thrall's dog, son of Grom Hellscream, save your energy and fight. I promise to hold a decent funeral for you. You
It’s time to step aside, the former chief of the tribe.”
Kane mentioned Garrosh's father, and Garrosh's face turned red with anger. It was so easy to anger this orc, and Kane was secretly proud.
Garrosh's Bloodhowl was in the hands of Kane, so he borrowed the Ashbringer from Tirion Fordring. Surprisingly, the Ashbringer bloomed with intense holy light.
Garrosh suffered a defeat because he underestimated the enemy, and the man behind the scenes gave him some power. However, just as Thrall also needed to undergo an ascension ritual to obtain Archimonde's power of destruction, the power given to Garrosh by the man behind the scenes was not enough.
It's just a little more than Kane's power of destruction.
The Holy Light protected Garrosh. Robbie, who was hiding in the darkness, was shocked. Dots and lines appeared in his eyes, and he discovered that the power of the Holy Light was blended with the mysterious power in Garrosh's body.
"What kind of power is this?" Robbie also saw this phenomenon for the first time.
Garrosh frowned his thick eyebrows, slammed his right foot on the ground, waved the Ashbringer a little awkwardly, and launched a charge with a low roar.
Kane felt the force of the wind and the strong holy light. The power in his body was incompatible with the holy light, and he felt very uncomfortable. Kane let out a deep roar, dug his right hoof on the ground and charged.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, Ashbringer and Gorehowl collided. Under Garrosh's feet, the ground cracked like a spider web, stretching for dozens of meters.
Kane's face was pale, without a trace of blood. He took a few steps back and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Garrosh remained as still as a statue.
The audience thought Garrosh had won, and under the leadership of Nazgrin, cheers erupted.
"Why did I lose?" Garrosh asked unwillingly.
Kane touched the blood at the corner of his mouth and sneered: "You know nothing about power. I concentrated all my power into weapons, but your power was scattered. Look at your feet. This is why you lose."
reasons."
"I'm not willing to give in."
Blood spurted out from the joints all over Garrosh's body, and he fell in a pool of blood. Garrosh, who had been given high hopes by everyone, unexpectedly failed miserably once again.
The stands fell into silence again.
The arena was filled with mutilated corpses, and it had become a Shura arena. Garrosh fell in the center of countless corpses.
Kane came to Garrosh with Gorehowl and picked up the Ashbringer from the ground. The power of the Holy Light receded like a tide, which was incompatible with the power of destruction in Kane's body.
Killing, death.
Kane only felt that the power in his body was rising steadily. This was the terrifying part of the power of destruction. As the number of deaths increased, the power of destruction would continue to grow.
"Leader of the Silver Crusade, Tirion Fordring, your weapons are here. Do you have the guts to come down and fight?" Kane shouted provocatively, and the power of destruction filled him with the desire to kill.
With the decline of the Silver Crusade, Tirion Fordring's reputation and influence were not as good as before. He wanted to be low-key and quiet, but he didn't expect to become Kane's first challenger.
Fording was so frightened that he hurriedly hid under the table.
Kane didn't find Fordring and looked at Sylvanas again: "Queen of Darkness, either fight or surrender to me."
Sylvanas's expression changed drastically, and she didn't have the courage to duel with Kane.
Kane laughed proudly: "The winner is the king. Once Garrosh dies, I will be the chief of the tribe, and all the orcs will become the food of the tauren."
Kane was about to finish off Garrosh when something unexpected happened.
Pulled by an inexplicable force, countless pieces of flesh and blood gathered towards Garrosh, forming a huge pustule that was beating continuously like a heart.