In the iron cage, the two gladiators hugged each other. The tauren's bear hug was powerful enough to break the orc's ribs.
After a while, it was Homan Ironhoof who fell limply. His chest was sunken and his upper body was severely twisted and disfigured.
The fall of a powerful gladiator brought warm cheers, and the goblin host said enthusiastically:
"Wonderful game, poor Homan. Iron Heel, he can finally rest. The game continues, the challenger of Night Town, the wilderness hunter Ashkandi, his next opponent is the conqueror of the waves, riding on the waves.
Here comes the ogre Watermodo. As we all know, Watermodo once suffocated more than three hundred orcs to death."
Blackmore smiled bitterly and said to Moros: "I really spent a lot of money this time. Do you know how much profit Shuimaoduo has brought to me? If he dies, I will lose a lot."
Moros said coldly: "Being able to win Lord Medivh's favor is more valuable than anything else."
Shuimoduo is a two-headed ogre magician who is proficient in water magic. His strong body is surrounded by green elemental water, which is his armor and weapon.
As soon as he stepped into the iron cage, the water element expanded rapidly, filling every inch of space. Water Modo's body was wrapped in a large amount of elemental water, and he slowly approached Ashkandi.
Ashkandi remained expressionless and allowed the elemental water to wrap around his body and seal his mouth and nose.
"Struggling painfully in my water demon hell, little dwarf." Water Modo laughed.
The goblin host said regretfully:
"I feel a little pity for the newcomer. He defeated the powerful Homan Ironhoof, but died of suffocation. Is this really a fair game? I want to ask Lord Blackmoore, are you going to kill our newcomer? Oh my God
Yeah, he can't breathe anymore."
Ashkandi was floating in the water prison, with a trace of blood spilling from his mouth and nose.
Shuimoduo's expression suddenly changed, his two heads showed signs of pain at the same time, and he let out a piercing scream.
"Oh my god, what happened?" the goblin host yelled.
The veins in Shuimoduo's strong body burst out like snakes. Suddenly, the blood vessels burst and red blood flowed freely. His body quickly dried up, leaving only skin and bones, as if it had been drained.
"His blood is poisonous?" Blackmoore asked doubtfully.
Moros shook his head: "Ashkandi is good at blood magic. He doesn't have many magics, but they are all very practical."
In the stands, Anaclos, Khadgar and five other people gathered together to watch the game carefully.
"This is wrong." Anachronos exclaimed: "We bronze dragons know very much about history. How come Ashkandi has never heard of it?"
"Except for the famous Sword of the Brotherhood." Khadgar added: "I always thought that Ashcandi was a member of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse. Who would have thought that he was an orc."
Durotan affirmed: "He is definitely not Thrall, just look at his figure."
Anaclos shook his head and said: "Before getting the help of the Burning Legion, Thrall was not that strong. It is obvious that Blackmoore promoted him and helped him become the arena champion. This is obviously Thrall's destiny. Is it true?
History has changed."
Khadgar also became less confident: "What would happen if Ashkandi replaced Thrall as the leader of the orcs?"
"Anything can happen, and the future becomes uncertain." Anachronos said worriedly: "Time is too complicated, so we try to avoid interfering in history, but it is clear that we have done nothing."
"Is this the real history?" Khadgar asked doubtfully.
"I must interrupt to say a few words." Head of State Margok pointed to the dried ogre corpse in the iron cage: "Ogre Water Modo, I know him, and his water devil hell impressed me deeply. It was originally a hanging ogre.
The court mage of Mallet Castle later stole a stone tablet left by a Titan and defected."
Viren couldn't help but ask: "What does this mean? An ogre you know is dead. Are you saying that ogres are inferior to orcs?"
Margok snorted coldly: "Hey, don't you understand? A noble ogre court mage has turned into a lowly gladiator."
Anaclos thought for a while and said: "Maybe he is short of money, maybe he was caught and lost his freedom."
Margok shook his head: "I understand Shuimaoduo's strength. There are not many people who can defeat him. He will not be short of money. He can be a guest of honor in any ogre gathering place."
Khadgar touched his chin and said, "Did he come with some purpose?"
Durotan said: "As for the truth, just ask Blackmore."
The third gladiator began. Ashkandi's opponent was the giant ape from Stranglethorn Valley. He was convicted of kidnapping the Tauren princess, and Blackmore redeemed it as a gladiator.
Under the awning, Blackmore said regretfully:
"I like this orangutan very much. He is my well-behaved pet. It is a pity that he likes female orcs."
The female adjutant whispered in her ear: "The distinguished guests have something to ask me." and handed over a pot of fine wine.
Smelling the enticing aroma of wine, Blackmore stood up and followed the adjutant out of his seat.
Anaclos asked: "Excuse me, what is the origin of Water Modo?"
For the sake of the wine, Blackmore did not hide anything and answered happily:
"This is a long story. In the second year of the Dark Portal, he lived in seclusion near Durnholde. At that time, we were fighting the orcs and had no time to pay attention to him."
The second year of the Dark Portal, according to official history, was the time when Blackmoore picked up Thrall.
Anachronos felt uncomfortable and asked: "When did he become a gladiator?"
Blackmoore replied: "I want you to know that the ogre is a very restless creature that often harasses the people around it. After I became the commander of Durnholde, I planned to get rid of him, but I didn't expect him to come by himself.
If you are willing to be my gladiator, I can only accept it happily."
After saying goodbye to Blackmoore, Durotan said with certainty: "Shuimoduo must have some purpose."
Khadgar thought seriously: "Perhaps he came for Thrall. Could it be that he can also travel through time? Margok, what is the use of the Titan Slate he stole?"
Margok shook his head: "We haven't solved the secret of that stone slab yet."
Anaclos snorted: "Traveling through time is the exclusive ability of our bronze dragon. Fortunately, he is dead, otherwise I would never let him go."
There is a kitchen built under the arena. If there is no one to bury the fallen gladiators, they will be sent to the kitchen to be processed into food.
Shuimoduo's body was sent to the kitchen warehouse. Not long after, a pool of clear water flowed out of the dry body and turned into a tall water element.
"Fortunately, I have mastered the elemental body and can feign death and abandon the ogre's body."
The reborn Shuimoduo whispered to himself in fear: "The breath of the bronze dragon, why are they here?"
A crisp voice sounded behind him.
"Ogre Shuimaoduo, congratulations on breaking away from the bondage of flesh and blood. After all, who sent you here?"
Shuimoduo turned around quickly and saw a slender figure. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Gianna."
"You recognize me." Jaina raised her eyebrows: "In front of me, you can't hide it. I just need a water element. It depends on your performance."