Four Warsong orcs lunged at Garrosh and pinned him to the ground. Garrosh slammed himself on his back, covering his face with his handcuffed hands. The fist rained down on him, and the audience cheered in affirmation.

Accidents happen. So said his father. It was clear that the accident was destined to happen. The hourglass fragments wrapped around the back of Garrosh's belt pierced his skin. The pain was unbearable, and he desperately wanted to take it out...... No. No, it won't do him any good. Removing the hidden weapon would have cost him his honor and sentenced him to death.

Bloodthirsty thoughts of killing began to take over his brain again, but he refused to let his fury overwhelm his senses. Four against one - this is not a problem that can be solved by brute force. He kept shaking his body, letting his muscles, not his joints, fend off the attack. Although it worked, the pain quickly spread throughout his body.

However, his ribs had not been broken, and his jaw and temple had not been hit.

His opponent has long been charged with rage. Every attack was desperate to kill him, and they were wasting their strength.

Gromash continued to fight, avoiding attacks that would incapacitate him.

He's been through so many twists and turns to get here, and he can't just give up.

One of the Warsong guards kept kicking him in the head. Bang, bang, bang. It's too easy to judge. Garrosh saw the moment and wrapped the shackles around the orc's ankle with the shackles on his wrists.

Garrosh smiled.

Gromash shook his head, turned to the Warsong warrior standing to his left, and said, "When this is over, dispose of the corpse quickly." He may be a madman, but he may be important to some people. Don't provoke a blood feud for this idiot. ”

The warrior observed it and smiled and said, "At least this madman knows how he died." ”

"Definitely. The waving fist made it difficult for Gromash to see what was going on, but he could vaguely see the stranger still lying on the ground fighting, refusing to surrender. "He also really wanted to prove himself in a duel. "It's so unlucky.

One of the orcs in the arena suddenly screamed in pain and jumped backwards. His left leg had been crooked at an unnatural angle. Gromash and the other orcs laughed. He kicked too hard and injured himself. The wounded orc gritted his teeth and rushed back, his face full of hideousness and he swung his fist at the stranger's head. After a while, another scream rang out, and the orc fell backwards to the ground, his left wrist already broken.

A part of the audience was already laughing, and Gromash was among them. He saw what the others saw: the stranger was handcuffed as his weapon.

And that's just the beginning. The stranger kicked another Warsong orc in the knee, shattering it. The other kicked between the legs of the third orc, who immediately collapsed in pain. In the blink of an eye, the stranger had already repelled three opponents.

The cheers around the arena soon became inaudible.

The last Warsong orc roared and took a step back to avoid the attack, but it also gave the stranger room to get up. He looked at the last of Warsong's opponents, and then rushed towards him.

Grommash didn't blink a moment. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Without fear or hesitation, he is like the embodiment of the god of war, and the belief in winning makes him highly concentrated.

He fights exactly like me, Hell Roar said to himself.

Warsong Orc punched the stranger three times in the abdomen and then grabbed him by the neck with both hands. The stranger clasped his hands together and smashed them on his chin like a hammer. With a terrible sound, two teeth flew out of the last orc's mouth, and the whole person fell straight to the ground.

The whole battle is over.

Although they had been defeated, the other three wounded Warsong orcs struggled to get back on their feet, crawling towards the stranger and refusing to give up. In the Duel of the Warsong Clan, as long as there is still a shred of the ability to fight, it must continue.

The stranger walked a few steps away from them. "Did I prove to you Warsong's heart, Hellroar? did they prove it to you?" he asked. "Do you want me to kill them?"

Gromash didn't answer, just watched and listened quietly. The surrounding audience was whispering, "He fights like a ...... It's like hell roaring......"

The orc, whose knee had been shattered, propped himself up with his hands and dragged his lower body towards the stranger, making him feel a piercing pain with every movement. The stranger took a few steps back again, to the edge of the gladiatorial arena. "Hell Roars Chief. Killing the members of Warsong is not the purpose of my trip. I'm here to save them. He shouted.

"Enough. Gromash spoke. "The duel is over. When the wounded orcs heard this, they all fell to the ground.

Hellroar walked into the arena with blood in his hand. The stranger stood in front of him with a blank face, and the entire clan watched with apathy.

Gromash stood before the stranger, scrutinizing him. The tattoos, scars, and piercing eyes on his face are all eerily similar to his. The animal carvings on his handcuffs were something Gromash had never seen before. "What is this?" he asked.

"This is the White Tiger Snow Fury, the mark of the Shadow Trace Sect. The stranger replied.

"Who is he?"

"I've endured countless hardships all the way to get here, hell roars. The stranger said slowly. "It doesn't matter where I go now, it's the path you take that matters. ”

The chatter of the crowd continued to be heard in the gladiatorial arena. "He fights like hell roars. ”

Gromash raised the roar of blood above his head and slashed it down.

When.

The stranger's hands fell back to his sides, and the chains between the handcuffs were severed.

"I've never seen an orc like you. Gromash said. "Come on. Let's talk. You remember, though. As he spoke, he leaned the roar of blood against the stranger's neck. "If you waste my time, or try to endanger my clan, I will cut off your head. ”

The stranger said without blinking, "If what I'm about to say is a waste of your time, then I won't object." If I fail here, my life will be meaningless. ”

"Good. Grommash left the arena and headed straight for his tent. Strangers followed. (To be continued.) )