Amid the chatter of the two-headed ogre, Drektar's wolf soon returned, along with two orcs and a pandaman. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Orgrim, Lexar, and Chen!

"Sure enough, it's you." Drektar nodded, "Honorable High Chief, Orgrim. ”

With that, Drektar prepared to give a salute.

Orgrim stepped forward quickly, his strong hands on the old shaman's arms, stopping him from falling to one knee.

"No, Drektar, you shouldn't salute me." Orgrim gave a rare sad look, "As the Great Chief, what I did was not up to standard. ”

Thrall, on the other hand, scrutinized the orc chief from behind Drektar.

Orgrim was no longer a young man—the Great Chief seemed to the orcs to be middle-aged. But the muscles of his body were still strong and well-proportioned, and although the black armor looked mottled, it was well maintained.

With a huge hammer behind Orgrim's back, Thrall had never seen a weapon of this magnitude except for the ogre gladiator he faced once.

"How's the frostwolf doing now? I've been to the Alterac Valley, but you're no longer there. ”

"The Frostwolves are doing well, we left the valley and reached another continent - and now we have rediscovered our traditions."

"It's just wonderful." Orgrim breathed a sigh of relief, "If the frostwolf ...... again I really don't know what to do with Durotan. ”

Speaking of Durontan, Drektar pulled Sal by the hand.

"Great Chief, I have finally met the son of Durotan, this is Gouyle, the son of Durotan, who did not die in the first place, but was raised by humans as gladiators."

Orgrim looked at Sal carefully.

"Well, it's that green-skinned little furry kid -- he looks pretty good."

"......" suddenly saw the big chief, Sal was a little overwhelmed, so he could only nod his head in a little panic, "It's okay, I'm the champion of the Dunhold gladiatorial arena......"

"What?" Hearing Sal's words, Orgrim's expression changed drastically, "Are you called Sal?" ”

"yes." Thrall was a little confused, "This, what's going on?" ”

"Grab your weapons and we'll fight!" Orgrim didn't hesitate, "Let me see how many catties that so-called champion gladiator has!" ”

Thrall was confused, but it was a challenge from the Great Chief, a rare honor for any orc.

Everyone got out of the way, and a narrow clearing appeared in the jungle, which might have been a bit rudimentary for a gladiatorial fight, but this time it was okay because there weren't many spectators.

Thrall snapped Lexa's axe, whispered a thank you to the strangely dressed compatriot, and weighed the axes carefully.

The weight is okay - as a gladiatorial champion, Thrall can adapt to a variety of different weapons, and these two sharp axes are actually just as good as they can be.

With a plate axe in both hands, Thrall began to call upon the power of the elements.

The axe in his left hand suddenly turned gray, and the blessing of the power of the earth made this axe far heavier than it looked when striking enemies, and the frost hidden under the darkness indicated that this axe had also received the blessing of the power of flowing water.

The axe in his right hand was extremely swift with the blessing of the Spirit of the Wind, and Thrall's slight swing brought the sound of the wind, and even the smell of burnt paste came directly in the air.

Logosh looked at Sal with satisfaction, this skill of enhancing Sa was carefully taught by him, and Sal's talent was unparalleled, and he had mastered this skill in less than a month.

Orgrim also untied the Hammer of Doom behind him, and with this mighty sledgehammer in his hand, Orgrim believed that he was the most powerful warrior.

The battle began.

As a shaman, Thrall's every charge draws the cooperation of the earth, making him a warrior who is not as skilled as Orgrim, but a great deal of difficulty for the High Chieftain.

The title of the Colosseum was not given for nothing, and Thrall's mastery of dual weapons was far beyond the ordinary, blocking with the plate axe in his left hand and attacking with the plate axe in his right hand - of course, sometimes the other way around, although he was not as strong and skilled as Orgrim, but with the help of the elements, he kept the situation afloat.

Orgrim was fighting his younger self - a time when before every battle, as Blackstone's famous warrior, he would receive the blessing of a shaman, and the hammer of destruction would tear apart all enemies with a howling wind.

Whether it's an ogre, a goron or even a magolon, they will eventually fall under this weapon.

Now, the Hammer of Doom has been silent for a long time.

Without the shaman's blessing, this artifact is still indestructible, but it is far less magical than before.

Slightly stunned, the plate axe in Thrall's right hand was almost slashing at Orgrim's face, and at the last moment, Orgrim turned the hammer handle to catch the axe.

"Not bad!"

Orgrim whispered, then raised the hammer of destruction in his hand.

Despite losing the blessing of the elements, Orgrim still has power!

Now that the Spirit of the Wind favors Thrall, Orgrim no longer competes for skill, but for strength!

Despite the fact that Orgrim was already middle-aged, his strength had not diminished in the slightest, and he continued to make Thrall tired and even sore his wrists.

"Sure enough, it's the Great Chief." Sal also secretly sighed, "What a lot of strength! ”

Seeing that it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the battle, Sal simply turned on the bloodthirsty technique.

Encouraged by the wild spirit, Thrall's eyes turned red, his body suddenly grew larger, and his already tense muscles bulged even higher.

The two plate axes in Sal's hand were getting faster and faster, and even the people around him were gradually unable to see clearly.

Faced with this situation, Orgrim did not panic, and with all his strength, he smashed the heavy hammer of destruction in his hand into Thrall's chest - taking advantage of Thrall's bloodthirsty state for a fleeting opportunity to exert too much force.

Sal, who was led forward by the plate axe, decisively gave up the axe at the critical moment.

Orgrim slammed his hammer into the air, and as he retreated, he discovered that the handle had been grasped by Thrall, who had taken advantage of the skill he had learned in the Colosseum to hold on to it.

Both of them worked hard, and neither of them let go.

Orgrim's strength was greater, and Thrall had the help of the Earth Spirit, so it was difficult for the two to tell the winner for a while.

With a slip under Orgrim's feet, the two orcs finally fell in the middle of the field, and a duel turned into a hand-to-hand fight that rolled on the ground.

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Today is in a bad state, and I feel like I can't understand what I want to say...... Tomorrow is optimistic about the state, and if the state is good, it will be five watches. (To be continued.) )