Thrall didn't make a move, he waited quietly for Agna to attack first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether in the concept of orcs or humans, this is a battle of "bullying the weak", except that in the eyes of humans, "it is not right to fight with women", while in the eyes of orcs, "it is pointless to fight with people who are much weaker than themselves".

But in order to end this embarrassment as soon as possible, Sal doesn't mind doing something meaningless.

Seeing that Thrall was reluctant to make a move, Agna let out a low roar and took the lead.

With one hand, the hammer hit the electric light Huohuo and smashed it directly into Thrall.

In the face of Agna's indomitable attack, Thrall frowned slightly, and chose to dodge sideways - Agna's warhammer obviously took the speed route, with a breeze lingering on it, and this kind of all-out blow was obviously not in line with the characteristics of Agna's weapon, and when he couldn't figure out Agna's reality, Thrall chose to be safe.

Then the next moment, Thrall understood why Agna had done this.

After Sal dodged, he smashed the hammer on the ground with one hand, and Agna sank and half-crouched on the ground.

Before Sal could take the opportunity to fight back, there was a sudden thunderstorm, and a bright arc of electricity suddenly erupted.

Faced with the furious elemental power, Thrall took a step back again, easily dodging it.

But the attack is far from over.

The lightning arced into a long whip, and Agna let go of the hammer and took it in her hand.

"Smack!"

Bright lightning whips burst through the air, and with a thunderous momentum, they whipped towards Thrall.

In front of the lightning whip, Thrall once again chose to dodge - this thing was really too dangerous for most male orcs to dare to play like this, and the sharp-eyed Thrall had already seen the scorching of Agna's palm due to the burning of the lightning whip.

Sarr's three consecutive dodges displeased Agna.

"Goyle, face me head-on!"

With a burst of applause, Agna swung the lightning whip in her hand again.

This time, Thrall finally stopped dodging, and he stretched out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and whispered a plea for the help of the Earth Spirit.

The Earth Spirit responded to Thrall, and the dirt and rocks on the ground seemed to come alive, and in the blink of an eye they "stood", forming a dirt golem in front of Thrall.

It's not an earth elemental, but it's good enough to withstand attacks from Agna.

Unsurprisingly, the lightning whip whipped the dirt golem to pieces.

I have to say that this lightning whip is really very suitable for Agna's skills, compared with male orcs, her biggest disadvantage is that her strength is not enough, and the lightning whip is not only an elemental damage, but also a terrible physical blow after it is moved, which completely makes up for Agna's lack of strength.

In front of Agna, who was armed with a lightning whip, even King Sarufar could only choose to temporarily avoid the edge - unfortunately, her opponent was not a warrior, but a shaman, or a world sa.

After fending off Agna's attack with the dirt golem, Thrall was given a moment of respite, and on this occasion, Thrall began to invoke the power of the Tempest Spirit.

The Spirit of the Storm obeyed Thrall's call.

The wind rose suddenly, and the howling wind was like a sharp pair of scissors, cutting directly at Agna's wrist.

Unlike many orcs who focus on muscle memory and develop skills with a lot of training, Thrall, who grew up in the gladiatorial arena, often derives more from his own analysis of both friend and foe.

When facing Agna's lightning whip, Sal couldn't figure out the routine of this skill for the first time, but it didn't matter, Sal had other ways.

After all, no matter what, wielding the whip always requires the strength of the wrist and arm, and as long as Agna can't hold the lightning whip, this move is useless no matter how powerful it is.

It must be said that Saar's operational ideas are clear and effective.

The wind shears cut into Agna's wrist, and the nerve reflex made Agna instinctively unable to grasp the lightning whip, and then the moment she subconsciously let go, the lightning whip disappeared into thin air.

One of Agna's most powerful skills is broken.

Although the balance of victory had tipped in Thrall's favor, Agna did not give up, she turned and picked up her hammer again, choosing to engage in melee combat with Thrall.

The wind's furious hammer danced fast, and Agna's attacks never stray from Thrall's vital points.

It's a pity that Agna's opponent is the gladiatorial champion.

Compared to melee, Thrall is really not afraid of a female orc!

It was an ordinary spear, but in Thrall's hand, it seemed to be alive.

Blocking counterattacks, parrying counterattacks, although Agna is dual-wielding, whether it is flexibility or aggression, she does not take advantage of it at all.

And obviously, Agna's defeat was only a matter of time, and Thrall was looking for a way to defeat Agna without losing his dignity.

Seeing that Thrall still looked restrained after taking the absolute advantage, Agna didn't know why she became even angrier.

No one has ever held up so much in front of Agna!

"Get serious, orc battles never have mercy!"

Enraged, Agna slammed the hammer into the ground again, then drew the lightning whip again.

This time, Agna held the whip in her left hand - her right hand was so badly burned that she couldn't hold the lightning whip anymore.

Looking at the wild Agna in front of him, Sal's heart throbbed like he had never seen before, he had never seen such a strong, wild, and attractive woman, which was completely different from Taresa's gentleness.

This is a woman who can fight even by her own side!

Thrall finally put away his human-influenced gentlemanly demeanor and took the initiative to stab his spear.

Agna's lightning whip wrapped around her spear, and she tried to pull away, but the strength was no match for Thrall's.

Just as Agna was about to let go, a large stone hand rose from the ground and grabbed her, and at the same time, surrounded by strong winds, Agna lost contact with the elements.

The next moment, the cold, sharp blade of the spear pressed against Agna's neck.

Freed from the rocks, Agna was silent.

Thrall smiled, and the Spirit of Flowing Water began to moisten Agna's burned hands.

At some point, the orcs dispersed, and Agna pulled her hands from Thrall's large hand and took a closer look—the wound was completely healed, and there was no sign that it had been burned by lightning not long ago.

Then Sal saw a face full of smiles.

"I want to go hunting tonight—will the Great Chief come with me?"

"Gladly."