Chapter 1448: The Shattered Hand Clan of the King of War II
The plump Grimac sat in the stands, constantly throwing hard dried meat into his mouth.
It was orc meat. Garrosh knew it as soon as he smelled it. He used it for military rations when he was the warchief.
The surroundings were filled with ogres, all dressed in gorgeous clothes, with ferocious faces, and making weird screams of excitement.
In an exciting final battle, one versus a hundred, the clown gladiator Kargath challenges a hundred orcs with his weak fists.
One hundred battle-hardened orcs have entered the arena, and Grimac said excitedly:
"People always believe what is told by word of mouth and don't care about the truth. I want to establish a hero for the orcs, so that the orcs who have no race and wander around can continue to use their energy. They were originally a group of useless waste, and sooner or later they will become like garbage.
They died in the same corner, and now they have to fight for me and be trampled on and killed on the battlefield."
Garrosh didn't know what to say at this moment. As the only orc in the stands, he was under the greedy gaze of the surrounding ogres and could be devoured at any time.
Hypocrisy, insidiousness, and lies constitute the sordid history of the orcs, and Garrosh begins to doubt what is true in this world.
As the rumble of war drums sounded, the host began to announce today's competitive events:
"Dear guests, I think you all know that Kargas Weak Fist, who has brought us countless jokes, is a cowardly orc. Who would have thought that there is a fire buried in his heart, and he wants to insult him
, to torture his people and take revenge. I
One of our ogre archmages took pity on him and infused him with the mysterious power from the ancient arakkoa. Look, how vulnerable the tiny orcs are to the powerful magic of the ogres. Today, the blood will
Filling the entire arena."
The war drums sounded again, and the shirtless Kargas walked into the arena. Due to the infusion of dark magic, his skin showed an ominous gray-white color, and his severed left hand was inlaid with a huge fist blade. He looked like a man named Zhang.
His wings were open, and his right hand held a hook with a chain.
Kargas raised his arms and cheered, and the host asked loudly:
"Kargas. Weak Fist, how do you feel?"
Kargas looked ferocious, and said with a loud sound: "I feel the terrible power in my body, which will burst out at any time. Today, I want the blood to bloom and the corpses to pile up like a mountain."
The hundred orcs on the opposite side roared unwillingly:
"Coward, I will tear you apart."
"You are just a waste, we will torture you like before."
"Don't think you can win with the ogre covering you. I'm going to eat you."
The atmosphere at the scene was high, with the ogre shouting loudly, cursing, and spewing out all kinds of dirty words.
The host's voice sounded again: "Come on, distinguished guests, who will win? The magic-transformed Kargas Weak Fist, or these hundred-headed gladiators who have experienced hundreds of battles, who will win for the one in your heart?"
Bet on the winner.”
The arena has always been associated with gambling.
Kargath displayed terrifying strength, but Garrosh doubted he could defeat a hundred orcs.
Grimac's eyes were profound: "All heroes come from scripts that have already been written. There are no accidents in my scripts."
The game officially began. Kargas strode towards one hundred opponents. His strong body rotated like a dancing bird. The huge fist blade drew a graceful arc. An orc's head flew out, and the first victim appeared.
.
Blood spurted out and poured all over Kargath's face. This was a sign of inexperience. The blood would blind the eyes and block the sight. Garrosh would have been able to dodge quickly.
However, the smelly blood drove Kargas into a state of madness. An orc raised a machete in an attempt to sneak attack Kargas from behind.
Kargas did not dodge and let the blade slash at his back. This powerful blow only left a white blade on his body.
Skin is as hard as rock.
Kargas turned around, and in the orc's horrified gaze, he slashed his fist blade up and down, splitting the orc in half.
"Don't be afraid of pain. As long as you enjoy your pain, no one can compete with you."
Kargas let out a shocking roar and rushed into the crowd like a meat grinder.
His body rotated rapidly, bringing with it a whirlwind of death. Wherever he went, orc corpses were everywhere, and no one was his enemy.
Faced with this unparalleled killing skill, the orc gladiators collectively collapsed and ran away crying.
Garrosh frowned slightly. Kargath seemed brave, but he was not without weaknesses. For example, no orc's physical strength was unlimited.
unless......
Garrosh noticed that the blade fist on Kargath's left hand was shining with a faint red light.
Grimac looked at the killing Kargas with admiration:
"Garrosh, don't underestimate anyone. Although Kargath is weak, the hatred in his heart is more terrifying than any orc. Look, he is already enjoying the joy of killing."
It is true that with Kargath's fighting method, it is easy to harvest the lives of ordinary orcs, but if you encounter a difficult opponent, you will also find yourself in a difficult battle.
Obviously, this is a well-arranged competition, and there is no single expert among the gladiators.
But being able to kill a hundred gladiators with one person was enough to make Kargas famous.
Amidst the loud cheers of the ogres in the stands, Kargas slaughtered the frightened opponents. He became more and more courageous as he fought. The power drawn from the blade fist kept him in a violent state, tireless and painless.
A never-ending killing machine.
Finally, only Kargas was left in the arena, standing in the middle of a pile of broken limbs.
With wonderful visual enjoyment and terrifying killing skills, the ogres once again let out warm cheers, cheering for the new arena champion Kargas.
Amid the roaring cheers, Grimac said calmly:
"At this point, most of the script has been completed. Next, I will arrange for Kargas to escape from the arena. His cruelty and ruthlessness will attract some gladiators to follow him. Under my guidance, he will forcibly collect the wandering orcs in the wilderness. A new
A hero is born, and a new clan is about to rise."
Grimac stood up, and as his eyes swept across the stands, the ogre's high emotions gradually extinguished, and there was fear in his eyes, waiting for the big man to speak.
"Kagas, come here."
Kargas took a few steps forward and knelt on the ground without hesitation.
Grimac said loudly: "From today on, I will give you a new surname, Blade Fist, Kargath. Blade Fist, are you satisfied with this surname?"
Kargas said respectfully: "Thank you, sir, for the name."
"Come, let us cheer for your new name."
The ogre's emotions were ignited again, but in Garrosh's eyes, the strong and ruthless Kargath Bladefist was still a clown.
This world has always been ruled by despicable people. Garrosh recalled those famous orc warchiefs, including himself, who was not shameless, vile and cruel.
Thinking of this, Garrosh felt relieved. The world was inherently dirty, so why ask others to be pure and flawless.
Stormwind City.
Facing the obviously frightened King Varian, Maraad said loudly:
"I know you are hesitating, His Majesty the King. Fighting against the Iron Horde requires great determination, and casualties are inevitable. I want to tell you about their leader..."