Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

"I hope that the bones of the two of you will be as hard as your mouths later!" the orc killer's eyes widened angrily, but it drew Nairgo's disdain, "Just you are worthy of the two of us?"

Nairgo soothed: "This kind of fool also deserves to be called fun, you pick another opponent is not better than him?"

Guzuk watched the angry orc killer gradually move away at this time, he hurriedly stepped forward and arched the fire, "This orc killer..."

"Shut up!" Tazag was not used to this dead fat man, he glared at Guzuk, "You just need to announce the start of the game." Seeing

the appearance of these two orcs, Guzuk was not in a hurry, but just smiled, "Well... Good.

"Hopefully I won't find the heads of orcs when I clean up the bodies."

After putting down a cruel word, he led the two to the player's lounge, and as soon as he entered the door, he pointed to another orc and said, "Exactly, when he finishes fighting, it will be your turn." The

ogre walked out of the hall to give Nairgo a time to prepare.

"Thankfully, you still have time to rest. The orc followed Guzuk out, he was armed with a large long knife, a weapon that was generally only used by the Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan.

He didn't say a word when he came in from Nairgo, but looked at the two new orcs and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, don't win, or die."

Tazag glanced at him, "Hmph, lok—tar."

Nairgo looked in the direction of the arena and said calmly, "May your blade always be sharp."

"That's nature. The orc nodded, "I'm not here to send death, I'm sure you guys are too."

"Of course, we are here for glory. Nairgo responded.

"What kind of glory?" asked the orc.

"Glory with blood. Nairgo replied.

"That orc come out! Over

there, the ogre had already started pushing the contestants to play.

Then the orc said, "My name is Lantreso, if you make it out alive, maybe we can have a drink together."

That

orc and Delaney hybrid, banished Fire Blade Sword Saint, a future master of strategy?

Nairgo didn't expect that just a casual trip to the gladiatorial arena would allow him to meet a famous figure in history.

After a while, the familiar voice remembered again, it was the voice of the arena host.

It seems that Lantreso has solved his opponent?

Tazag was also amazed, "That's less than five minutes, right?"

Nairgo walked to the gate, and then it was his turn to perform.

[Next up is a young shaman from the Warsong clan, as a berserk orc shaman, he is ready to face alone today against the powerful ogre gladiator hammer known as the orc killer!]

There was a sound of footsteps.

Nairgo, who was waiting to play, heard the door of the lounge open, it was Guzuk, "Orc, it's time for you to play next."

"Hmm. Nairgo nodded and picked up his axe and walked in the direction of the arena.

"Orc killer?" said Nairgo's sneer.

[Hammer, huge furious ogre! This huge saboteur and his fellow boar in armor take pleasure in erasing the lives of orcs, but now in the face of a shaman who has mastered magical magic, can he still have the courage to wield a weapon?]

"This host, the old arch fire master. Even through a gate, he could feel the ogre's anger and the stench emanating from his body.

With the doors of the arena open, Nelgo also managed to meet his opponent.

To exaggerate, it is a giant monster with an arm comparable to his thigh, as if a wild boar has stood up, roughly estimated to be at least seven or eight hundred pounds, even if the minotaur is estimated to be like this.

Looking at the equipment on his body, the Trial Arena gave him a set of armor assembled from chains and iron pieces, a huge warhammer, and a horned helmet.

This is the ogre, a slightly stupid but physically strong war machine.

Looking at his opponent, Nairgo wore a black armor on his upper body and a tomahawk made of black stone in his hand.

I hadn't felt how terrifying this ogre was in the room before, and this look after seeing him fully armed on the field was indeed extraordinary.

Sure enough, he who can get the title of orc killer is not a wasted name.

Thinking of this, Nairgo put away his contempt and stared at this hammer with full attention.

"

Hammer!" "Kill this ogre

!" "Smash the little orc!" At

the cheers from the audience, a mocking smile appeared on Nairgo's cold face, "Did you hear that? The

ogre seemed to have gone crazy, and his already violent mental state was even more manic under the influence of these cheers, and he waved his warhammer in his hand and let out a loud roar, and the not small wild boar next to him also gasped, staring dead at this Nairgo in front of him.

On the stage, Sokota Iron Skull, one of the hosts, shouted loudly: "Audience, let's see if the hammer, known as the orc killer, can end this game with a crushing force!" while

another host, madman Jon, shouted: "It is said that the last contestant who challenged the hammer has turned into meat paste and fed his wild boar!"

Are your companions scared? Ah!"

the rampant laughter of the hammer stopped abruptly, and a ball of condensed lightning bloomed in his chest like a flower, and the

fusion of wind elements and shamanic power made him feel some death chill in his chest.

"Sneak attack? lowly orc, the hammer will make you a corpse!"

Nelgo's

face pulled out a smile, and then the wind element attached to the soles of his feet, and under the urging of magic, quickly rushed to the side of the hammer.

"Ha, smash you!" the hammer swung his warhammer and smashed towards Nairgo with a gust of wind.

The next moment

, Nelgo's figure quickly turned into a ghost wolf and pounced to the side, and he chose to dodge this heavy blow of the hammer.

"So soon?" muttered the hammer, then widened his eyes and grinned, "Come again!" Another hammer

, and in order to prevent Nairgo from dodging, his pet boar was also coming straight towards Nairgo at the order of his master.

Without hesitation, Nelgo quickly threw out the totem in his pocket, and after it was activated, the totem greedily absorbed the wind element from the surrounding air.

Close, close, in the face of the heavy blow of the hammer, he naturally can't eat hard, even the minotaur will not be happy to be inexplicably hammered by the ogre, and for the wild boar that blocked his retreat?

"Burst!" With

the convergence of the wind element, the lightning rushing totem quickly exploded, and the power of the condensed wind element turned into lightning to blow up the charging wild boar.

Nairgo quickly came to where he was before and picked up the black stone tomahawk, "You are good at this? Still

that rapid speed, Nairgo slashed an axe in the horrified expression on the ogre's face, and the hammer was a huge ogre naturally unable to dodge left and right like Nairgo.

He was also ruthless, stretched out his left hand, and blocked Nairgo's attack with one arm.

With the hammer falling from the left arm, the atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena was even higher, and everyone in the audience was shouting loudly.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Hammer! You trash! Get up

!" "Why don't you smash this little orc? You're as stupid as your pig!" It

can be seen that they have high hopes for the hammer in their previous "investment plan", and most people think that the hammer will be as strong as before in this game.

But who knows, when they make money, they don't catch up, and when they lose money, they can't hide.

"Ah!" the ogre cried out in pain.

[Unbelievable! The hammer runner is not a good teacher. [

He's missing an arm!]

[The armor on it is simply useless. Hearing

the host's words and the insults from the surrounding audience, the hammer was even more anxious and angry.

Then he used his bulky hammer to aim at Nairgo's position and slammed it hard for a while, as if to release all his anger.

But after all, the orcs are much more flexible than ogres, and with the help of the wind element, the shaman simply has the advantage.

And from time to time, he also used spells to create small wounds on his body, and even some maliciously used strong winds to blow at the wound of his severed arm.

I don't know if the hammer will get tetanus.

The hammer was furious under this teasing attack, finally allowing him to find an opportunity, after one of his attacks, Nairgo seemed to be a little physically exhausted?

His eyes lit up, orcs are orcs, these thin guys can't cope with a long battle, he is ready to show a flaw, attract Nairgo's attack, and at the same time make a special cry himself, a cry that he usually trains wild boars.

The mill deliberately attracted Nairgo, just like he had planned, he had thick skin and high tolerance rate, even if he failed, he tried again.

In the eyes of the audience, the life of the hammer is now undoubtedly like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

He gasped, his weapon swung more and more slowly, and even the wild boar lay on the side exhausted.

The situation at the moment is like that shaman can cut off his head with just a little effort.

Sure enough, as Miller thought, watching him pretend to be clumsy, Nelgo pounced and swung his axe straight at his head.

He quickly withdrew the hammer and instantly broke the dangerous situation just now.

"Hurry up!" the wild boar, which had been lying motionless on the ground, instantly shouted, and slammed into him with its head down.

This time he didn't have that nasty little wooden stick, and in the face of his joint siege with the wild boar, could he still run this time?

He was sure that the orc who had disgraced him must have died under this hammer.

Although

he was a little sorry not to hear the orc's screams, what did that say?

"Ha, it's really a waste. The hammer laughed and taunted the orc audience around him, "This is what you call a shaman?

In the thick dark fog, Nairgo was unscathed, and an irresistible storm rushed towards him.

"It's called air fury. "