The referee did not dare to make an independent decision and sent someone to ask Blackmore to make a decision. Blackmore asked the steward Moros for his opinion.
Moros hesitated for a while, then nodded and said: "Ashkandi is in full swing. One against three is no problem. It will bring a perfect ending to this fight."
Blackmore waved his hand and said: "In that case, let them all appear."
A large group of people appeared in the arena. The opponent in the eighth game was the Nerubian Lord from Northrend. The opponent in the ninth game was an adult Gronn from Outland.
The opponents in the tenth game were ten orc gladiators, their weapons were all heavy chains, plus a mysterious man wrapped in a black robe.
Blackmore explained: "The last game is the finale. Ten carefully trained orc gladiators compete together. I only have more than thirty such gladiators. If you kill a gladiator, you have to hang his chain around his neck."
Each chain weighs as much as an orc."
Moros said coldly: "Thank you for coming up with such a method. Defeating ten of your gladiators is equivalent to carrying ten orcs to fight."
"Yes, only such an ultimate challenge can be convincing." Blackmore said: "The last battle is to carry ten chains and fight the man in black robes. This man has an unusual background."
"This is interesting. I'm looking forward to the final performance." Moros asked: "Are you ready for the next plan?"
"A total of twelve orc warriors are ready." Blackmoore said seriously: "After today, Durotan's son Ashkandi will definitely be famous in Azeroth."
After the referee explained the rules to Ashkandi, the final fight began. Because there were too many participants, the iron cage was abandoned and the fight was held in the arena.
The spider demon lord was spitting out spider webs, and he and Gronn rushed towards Ashkandi from left to right.
Pieces of spider webs fell down, covering Ashcandi's body. His upper body broke free as quickly as possible. The spider demon lord and Gronn had already arrived.
The spider demon lord's sharp long legs stabbed Ashkandi's chest. At the same time, Gronn raised his fists and smashed them down from above.
Ashkandi caught a glimpse of the green light shining at the tips of the long legs, which were obviously poisonous. However, he was not afraid at all. He grabbed the Nerubian Lord's feet and lifted her heavy body above his head.
The spider demon lord screamed and saw Gronn's fist smashing down. He hurriedly abandoned one of his long legs and dodged to the side. At the same time, he sprayed out spider silk to wrap around Ashkandi's lower body.
Ashkandi's legs were entangled in spider webs, unable to move, and he faced Goron's fist with both fists.
The adult Gronn is huge, his fist is half the size of an orc, and the two are not in the same weight class at all.
What's amazing is that Ashkandi actually resisted Goron's fist with his own strength.
There were strange exclamations from the crowd, followed by enthusiastic cheers.
Ashkandi's knees were sunk into the hard ground of the arena. The blood magic burst out, burning away the cobwebs. Ashkandi was free. He took a deep breath and rushed towards the Nerubian Lord.
His speed was so fast that before Gronn could turn around, Ashkandi had already rushed in front of the spider demon lord who had lost one of his legs.
The spider demon lord sprayed out a large amount of spider webs. Ashkandi's body was covered with a layer of blood, burning all the spider webs. He inserted his arms into the spider demon lord's mouthparts and tore it open with all his strength.
A scream.
The spider demon lord's head was torn apart, exposing his gray-white brain, which was smashed to pieces.
The powerful spider demon lord fell down as soon as he came face to face with him. Ashcandi turned around and pounced on Gronn.
"ah!"
Ashkandi opened his arms and hugged Goron's thick legs, picked him up, and then threw him to the ground.
Gronn's body is as heavy as a large rock, and it is difficult to get up after falling.
Ashkandi came to Goron's head and punched him one after another. Soon the skull cracked and he could not move.
Then came ten orc gladiators, dragging heavy chains. Ashkandi punched each one, but no one was his enemy.
With ten heavy chains on his shoulders, Ashkandi looked at his last opponent with a normal expression.
The man in black robe took off his cloak, revealing two sharp fangs. He was an elderly orc, and someone handed him a long sword.
As soon as he took the long sword into his hands, the flames burned fiercely and covered the sword body.
"A two-handed sword infused with the power of fire." Moros exclaimed: "He is the sword master of the Burning Blade Clan."
Blackmoore said seriously: "The Burning Blade clan disappeared after the Battle of Lordaeron. This clan is famous for its exquisite skills. Ashkandi is bound by chains, and it will be a hard battle."
Moros shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. No orc is Ashkandi's opponent."
"But this old sword master is different from ordinary people. I have special respect for him. He took the initiative to ask me to join the battle. It is said that he saw something." Blackmore said regretfully: "My orc gladiators were all trained by him. It's true.
I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
Moros's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you talking about prophecies? Orcs are used to talking nonsense, but most of them are not trustworthy."
The Fire Blade Sword Master looked indifferent: "Young man, where is your weapon?"
Ashkandi glanced at Aigureya behind him, with the heavy Brotherhood Sword still in his arms, and shrugged:
"The fist is my weapon."
The Fire Blade Sword Master holds a long sword:
"You are too arrogant. How can you be my opponent without weapons?"
The body of the Fire Blade Sword Master swayed, and Ashkandi felt his eyes dazzled as three figures appeared, holding long swords and rushing towards him.
Ashkandi showed doubts and suddenly shouted: No.
Ignoring the three approaching sword masters, Ashkandi ran towards Aigureya carrying ten heavy chains.
Aigureya didn't know why, but the figure of the old Fire Blade Sword Master appeared behind him and cut him down with his sword.
Ashkandi's speed was too fast, and the blood magic was used to its extreme. He raised the chain to block the inevitable blow of the Fire Blade Sword Saint.
The old face of the Fire Blade Sword Master quickly dimmed, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were burning, and he begged bitterly:
"You shouldn't stop me. If you are the leader of the orcs, you will bring glory and glory to the orcs, and all races of Azeroth will live in peace. But if he can't, he will cause countless bloodshed and sacrifices, and countless orcs will mourn and mourn.
Screaming, struggling to survive in pain, unable to resist, lying in the blood and mud singing false hymns, for the sake of the orcs, for the sake of Azeroth, let go."
"I can't let go, he is my brother." Ashkandi looked at the Fire Blade Sword Master incomprehensively.
In ten gladiatorial battles, Egurea stood behind holding the sword of the brotherhood, and no opponent took him seriously.
Why does the Fire Blade Sword Master insist on making things difficult for Egurea?
The Fire Blade Sword Master refused to give up: "Listen to me, you are very strong, but you are too simple. You can kill people with weapons, but if you kill people with your mind, it will be a hellish world. You don't understand your
Brother, I saw a scene in the future in the flames, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and pain all over the earth. It's a pity that you are not there."
Only then did Aigureya understand what had happened. Sweat flowed down his face, and he cried out timidly:
"elder brother!"
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you." Ashkandi's eyes were firm.
"Hypocritical, sinister, vicious, ruthless and unjust, I will kill this beast for Azeroth."
The Fire Blade Sword Master grasped the long sword tightly with both hands, and his body rotated rapidly.