Whirlwind, a taboo ability of the Fire Blade clan, causes great damage to the body. Even if you use it once, you will not die.
Only the violent state of the orcs can support the huge consumption of Whirlwind. Only Aigureya is in the scarlet eyes of the Fire Blade Sword Master.
With quick hands and quick eyes, Ashkandi pulled Egurea over and stood in front of him, facing the terrifying whirlwind.
Taking a deep breath, the blood magic was brought into full play. The red mist covered his hands, and he thrust out and grabbed the rotating blade.
Whirlwind was forcibly interrupted.
The Fire Blade Sword Master was stunned, his blood boiling, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Ashkandi's palm was cut, and blood flowed across it. He broke the sword with force, and the sharp blade inserted into the chest of the Fire Blade Sword Master.
The Fire Blade Sword Master stepped back a few steps, grabbed the broken sword on his chest, and shouted to the sky unwillingly:
"I hate it!"
After saying that, he fell to the ground and died without closing his eyes.
Aigureya was so frightened that it took him a long time to recover.
Ashkandi comforted: "It's okay, we are safe."
The referee looked at the old sword master's body and couldn't help but sigh.
Under the awning, Blackmore shook his head regretfully:
"I really don't know what the old sword master was thinking. Why did he bother to show up in person? Ashkandi can actually grab the rotating blade. This strength is really terrifying."
Moros stared at the arena and murmured: "Why do I have a bad feeling?"
Blackmore smiled and said: "Don't worry, everything is over. Next, King Terenas, King Varian, and King Greymane will award him the title of champion gladiator. King Terenas will accept him on the spot."
As the adopted son, the twelve orcs then revealed that he was the son of Durotan and died to prove it, waiting for him to replace Orgrim."
"Yeah, there's nothing to worry about." Moros still couldn't rest assured.
The referee announced in public: "Now I declare that the champion of the arena is..."
"etc!"
An unexpected sound interrupted the referee, and Egurea struggled to grab the Brotherhood Sword and said loudly:
"Today's game is not over yet."
Ashkandi didn't know why and scratched his head in confusion.
The referee was confused: "Today's game is over, what do you want to ask?"
A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Aigureya's mouth: "Brother, do you feel chest tightness and a feeling of vomiting?"
Ashkandi blinked doubtfully and nodded.
"That's right." Aigureya swung the sword of the Brotherhood in his hand and said sternly:
"The so-called champion is the only final winner who walks out of the arena. There are two people on the field now."
The referee was even more confused: "Wait a minute, aren't you in the same group?"
Aigureya curled his lips: "Who is with him? It was a temporary cooperation before, but now there are only two of us left, it is life and death. Only the truly strong can get out of the arena, and the weak will only suffer
To ruthless elimination.”
Ashkandi looked at him in surprise: "Brother, are you okay? Are you scared?"
"Don't call me brother, you are not worthy at all." Igurrea raised his voice: "I will kill you with my own hands to prove that I am the real arena champion."
There was an unexpected reversal. The audience thought it was a deliberate arrangement and cheered again.
Blackmore looked at Moros and asked, "Did you arrange it?"
Moros shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me. Egurea is just a servant of Karazhan, and Ashkandi is the carefully selected leader of the orcs. He is looking for death."
"Then let him be fulfilled." Blackmoore did not send anyone to stop him.
After a long while, Ashkandi figured out the situation and said sadly: "Egurea, I hope this is just a joke. Although I have experienced ten gladiatorial battles and am exhausted physically and mentally, it is too easy to kill you.
, if you admit your mistake, we will still be brothers."
Agurea gritted his teeth and said: "When you were in Karazhan, you were a high-ranking elite, highly valued by Medivh, and I was just a lowly experimental subject, a slave who could be bullied by anyone. From the day we met, I
I swear I will trample you under my feet one day."
Ashkandi was in pain and tangled, shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "So you had this idea from the beginning, forget it, I don't have the same experience as you, you can leave."
Agurea laughed loudly: "Ashkandi, you think everything is under control. I once tried medicine for Medivh, a failed product of the Super Titan mixture. After exhausting the physical strength, it will fall into a long-term paralysis, at least
It takes three days to recover, so I kept one secret."
"you!"
Only then did Ashkandi realize that he couldn't lift a finger, and the blood magic he was best at was nowhere to be found.
Egurea grasped the Brotherhood Sword tightly, raised it with difficulty, and cut off Ashkandi's right arm.
Cheers sounded again in the stands, and Blackmore stood up in shock:
"Moros, what on earth is going on?"
"I don't know." Moros hesitated to stop him. Ashkandi, who had lost his right arm, was no longer qualified to be the leader of the orcs.
Ashkandi screamed in pain, and Aigureya swung the Brotherhood Sword again and cut off his legs with force.
"Incompetent waste, you are here today, look at your pitiful appearance, come on, beg me."
Egurea grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, stepped on Ashkandi's head, and thrust the Brotherhood Sword into his chest.
Ashkandi, who had always been calm, finally showed a horrified expression.
"So you are scared too, haha, hahaha!"
The sharp sword of the Brotherhood opened Ashkandi's chest, and Aigureya grabbed the beating heart and cut it off in twos and twos.
"After eating your heart, I will have everything about you. I will be the gladiator champion and the great king of the clan. No one will remember you, trash."
Egurea chewed and swallowed Ashkandi's heart, then decapitated him with a swing between the Brotherhood.
Holding Ashkandi's head, Aigureya said to the stunned referee:
"What are you waiting for? Announce the birth of the champion soon."
Blackmoore shook Moros's shoulder: "The person you arranged is dead. Think of a way."
Moros remained silent for a long time, then said blankly: "Let's continue according to the original plan."
"Does a slave want to unify the orc clan?" Blackmoore said with a solemn expression: "There are two major obstacles to unifying the orc clan. Grom Hellscream and Orgrim Doomhammer are all heinous murderers who kill people like crazy.
If our executioners don’t have the strength, they will just eat them up and wipe them clean.”
"I don't know." Moros said anxiously: "Medivh doesn't like losers. The slave killed Ashkandi, and he is the final winner."
"Okay, okay, I declare to everyone that he is the winner, the gladiator champion." Blackmoore sarcastically said: "What a kind and kind orc."
"Sal, he is Sal."
In the stands, Anaclos pointed at Egurea and shouted.
Khadgar looked at the thin orc carefully and exclaimed: "Yes, it's Thrall's eyebrows. He is so thin that I didn't recognize him for a while."
"Insidious, vicious, ruthless, and decisive in killing, this is the qualified orc chief." Durotan praised.