Kalimdor Continent, Floating Island II.

Calgas* stood on the highest stand of a large circular building, staring calmly at the two creatures in the arena below.

Cagas was not at all interested in the vigorous plague of natural disasters that had already raged in the outside world, and the endless noise and war of words in international politics, and never paid attention to it.

Ever since he transformed into a Death Knight, Kargas has been concentrating on the Iron Tribe, a military organization that is everything to him.

The Iron Tribe doesn't need to pay attention to any political factors and all kinds of resistance from the outside world, anyway, all of this is up to their Eternal Night God Emperor His Majesty, so as long as the Steel Tribe focuses on developing and growing, and becomes the sharp knife and blade in the hands of the God Emperor, this is enough.

And the Iron Tribe is only under the orders of the Titan Emperor, and those long-eared elves want to order the orcs? Ha, your legs will be broken!

But Kargas still has some small selfishness, or rather wishes.

He wanted to build a huge arena of broken hands, and throw all the former ogre slave owners into this arena to fight, in order to avenge the captivity and the humiliation of the gladiators.

Now that he had fulfilled his wish, His Majesty the Emperor had approved Kargas to build the current gigantic arena on the floating island where the Iron Tribe was located.

And the Ogres of the Hammer Castle who were captured in the wrong timeline were the first Deathmatch gladiators to enter the arena.

At this moment, the Shattered Hand Arena was already filled with Iron Tribe orc soldiers in black armor, most of them were from the Broken Hand Clan, and their right hands had been cut off and a long sharp blade was installed.

"First battle!Ogre Crystal Mage Clago, against Abyssal Glider Blankenspo!"

A goblin worker of the Black Rope Chaebol shouted in a high-pitched voice with a crude amplification microphone in his hand.

"Oh, by the way, this deathmatch is exclusively sponsored by the Black Soe Chaebol! Choose good weapons, good armor will come to the Black Soe Chaebol! This is the first broken hand deathmatch tournament exclusively titled by the Black Soo Chaebol! If you want to bet, please go to the Black Soe Chaebol betting place as soon as possible to bet your precious gold coins!"

Kargas shook his head a little in annoyance, these noisy and annoying goblins who had completely fallen into the eyes of money, there was a real urge to strangle them.

"Let's get started, and if we talk nonsense, I'll throw you in the arena too!"

Kargas's roar immediately resonated with the orcs of the surrounding Iron Tribe, who rudely gestured to the goblin narrator.

In the arena, the iron gate on the left slowly lifted, and the ogre crystal mage Clago was forced out by the orc soldiers who were holding muskets at him behind him.

And on the iron gate on the right, a swamp fungus giant slowly walked out.

This giant covered in spore fungi is a native creature unique to the world of Draenor, and their spores are highly toxic and miasma, which is equivalent to carrying a highly poisonous realm with them at all times.

"The Ogre Crago is a powerful mage of the Hangmath Empire!He has been greatly mutated by crystals, and is immune to almost all magical attacks!But will he be able to kill the fungal giant Blankenspo? Ahh

Before the goblin host could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Kargas.

Kargas then beckoned behind him, and an ogre, imprisoned in dark golden chains and covered in tortured wounds, was roughly pulled over by two Broken Hand orc soldiers.

"Ogre Führer Margaok, look at your poor people, once the elite of the Hammer Empire, now the gladiator of the Broken Hand Arena. ”

As he spoke, Kargas laughed cruelly, "But don't worry, when all your people are dead, you will also go to battle, hahaha." ”

Führer Margauk is a two-headed ogre, and at the moment his tattered costume can be vaguely seen in the splendor and extravagance of the past.

"Calgas in another world ... It's not us who are torturing you, you mad beast!" Malgok's left head roared as he glared at Kargas.

The Great Chief of the Broken Hand nodded, still staring at the Ogre Führer with a happy sneer on his face.

"yes, of course I do, but I just hate you goddamn ogres, and I hate any ogres in the Hangmath, no matter what world or timeline. ”

"The duel begins!" the goblin host, already standing up, unfazed by Kargas's rudeness, picked up the microphone and continued to shout.

The chains of divine power on the fungal giant's body dissipated violently, and the unrestrained giant immediately roared and rushed towards the only creature in front of him: the ogre.

The ogre Crago had no choice but to fight, and if he didn't kill the stupid fungal giant, he would be here today.

The dense crystal lines on the ogre's body began to flow with the light of energy, and he didn't need a staff, his hands waved violently, and soon a large ice storm quickly took shape, and then began to move towards the fungal giant.

The orcs in the arena stands began to cheer and curse wildly, and for a while the atmosphere was brought into an extremely warm climax.

The central floating island, the palace of eternal night.

Boss Hu stood on the terrace of the tower at the top of the assembly hall with a little interest, looking at the No. 2 floating island in the distance, the arena in the center of the Iron Tribe Fortress with a fiery atmosphere and a roaring roar.

Rukma, the sun god bird, was squatting on the sun and moon sculpture at the top of the palace to sleep, and was awakened by the earth-shattering noise of the orc buddies, and hissed in great dissatisfaction, and then buried his head back in the left wing, trying to continue sleeping.

"Those orcs, rude creatures, I don't like them, and they're not my children. ”

Elune's hazy energy body also stood beside Boss Hu, and said curiously and with some dissatisfaction.

Hu Feng smiled when he heard this, "They are a race from another world, but try to accept them, they are also fighting for Azeroth now, they are also glorious warriors, and I must gather all the forces I can muster to make the Legion of Dawn stronger, so that I can hope to defeat the Burning Legion head-on and defeat the endless void creatures under the command of the Void Lord." ”

Elune seemed to pout, looking very unhappy.

"And that ancient god of yours, Cthulhu, if it weren't for your divine power aura, I would have started to repel him a long time ago, that big piece of flesh keeps moving inside the planet, and I feel sick when I see it. ”

"Hey, kindness is a donkey's liver and lungs... Cthulhu is here to help you, to help you fight against the Elder Gods of the Void Lords, do you treat your allies like this? ”

At this time, Boss Hu was a little curious, and reached out to touch Elune's head, but his palm penetrated directly into the interior of the hazy moonlight, and it seemed that Elune had not yet condensed the entity.

"How long do you have before you can condense the essence incarnation of the physical nature?"

"I don't know, the huge wound you call the Well of Eternity is just about to heal now, although you often provide me with divine power, but I'm still very weak, and being able to condense into this vague energy body is already the limit. Elune's tone was low.

"Then you still have the heart to play with the moon?"

"Are you willing to stay in the dark core of the planet every day, I have to find something to pass the time!" Elune crossed his hands on his hips, as if glaring at Boss Hu.

"And, speaking of the moon ... I originally had two, but now one is gnawed by you like that, and the disgusting big eyeballs on it, you pay me!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't mention it? ”

"I don't care, you compensate me!"

Boss Hu immediately laughed a few times, turned around and walked down.

"Oops... People are old just can't, their ears are a little back, tsk, it's time to supplement calcium... ”