Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 333 Friendly Discussion

In Nagrand, at the Kashgar Festival, when Grommash and Dasa appeared here, the cheers of the audience reached a climax. Orc warriors from various clans were already excited for this excitement. The celebrations showed their respective bravery, but no one expected that the chiefs of the two big clans would appear in person.

On the wrestling field, Grommash and Daza looked at each other. Both of them bowed down and were ready to start the match. With the referee's order, the two of them collided together, flesh and flesh. The collision sound between them actually made the sound of a bass drum at this moment.

Grommash snorted, obviously having a wrestling match with someone bigger than himself was not a wise choice.

"If you can't hold on any longer, just tell me."

Daza's whisper sounded in Grommash's ears at this moment, but this condescending tone made the chief of the Warsong Clan feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

He doesn't need this kind of mercy!

Daza listened to Grommash's roar, and at the same time he felt a huge burst of power bursting out of the other person's body, but he could still hold on with this power.

Grommash tried his best to push Daza, but the guy in front of him felt like he was pushing a mountain.

He tried his best, but could not push the mountain even slightly, but the current predicament did not make Grommash feel disappointed. On the contrary, the fire in his heart had been ignited.

The muscles in his thighs, waist, back and arms exerted force again. This time he finally felt that he could shake the chief of the Platinum clan in front of him!

Dasa was indeed a little unsteady due to Grommash's sudden arrival, but with his own adjustment, he quickly stabilized his slightly swaying figure.

This wrestling match soon entered a stalemate. Both Grommash and Daza began to stalemate to see who would run out of endurance first.

Most of the orcs surrounding him were cheering for Grommash, and only the orcs from the Platinum clan spoke out to cheer for Dasa, but compared to the other orc warriors who shouted loudly at the top of their lungs, Up, these guys are just coping and providing a little bit of momentum support to Dasa on the sidelines.

This was not because they wanted to betray Dasa. On the contrary, Ivar and the others were more thinking about how long the chief of the Warsong clan would persist if Dasa released the water.

If the current situation continues, the loser will undoubtedly be Grommash. He has worked very hard.

Grommash also noticed that if this wrestling match continued like this, he would definitely lose; as the chief of the Warsong Clan, his pride would not allow him to lose to anyone.

Even the tall and strong Gronn has the possibility of defeating him, not to mention the elf in front of him who is smaller than an ogre!

Dasa felt Grommash's strength increase again. With the clan chief's roar, the lower bodies of both men shook. Dasa's legs and waist and abdomen exerted force again to stabilize the lower bodies. This made Grommash's shaking fail to achieve his purpose.

"Bite your teeth, Chief Grommash."

After Daza finished speaking, he used both hands to lift Grommash up from the ground like a weeping willow. Then he bent down and dropped Grommash to the soft grass like a wooden stake. superior.

Grommash, who was thrown so hard by Daza, felt that all his muscles and bones were in pain. For a moment, he didn't even have the strength to get up, and a touch of red appeared on his brown face.

"Victor! Chief of the Platinum Clan! Daza!"

After the referee declared victory, the entire scene burst into cheers for Dasa.

"The chief of the Warsong Clan seems to be really strong, able to persist in the chief's hands for such a long time."

Ivar crossed his arms and watched the wrestling match seriously. He did not expect Grommash to be able to shake Dasa, which made him admire the chief of the Warsong clan again.

"Yeah, it's already very strong to be able to reach this level of competition with the Chiefs."

The orc from the Platinum Clan next to Ivar nodded calmly.

"You're pretty good at wrestling."

Daza stretched out his hand and pulled Grommash up, who was lying on the grass.

"Hmph, your physical fitness and fighting skills are also very strong."

Grommash said in a low voice.

"Chief of the Platinum Clan! I want to invite you to a gladiatorial match. What do you think? Do you dare to come?"

When Daza and Grommash were complimenting each other, an orc whose skin was a little pale but his face was covered with various scars, and his long black hair was casually thrown around spoke out to him. challenge.

"Oh? Gladiator match? Who are you?"

Dasa looked towards the source of the sound.

"Chief of the Shattered Hand Clan, Kargath Bladefist! Do you dare? Block your honor as the chief of the Platinum Clan!"

While Kargas spoke, he also raised his arm that had been replaced with a blade fist and pointed at Daza.

"Hmph, come on then. I have never participated in a gladiatorial match, nor have I watched one."

Dasa could feel Kargas' malice toward him, and in this case he would not tolerate him. Dasa, who had known Kargas Bladefist's life experience, did not sympathize with him because of his suffering.

On the contrary, Daza will only think that this is a bad warrior who cannot control his temper.

He could just take this opportunity to make Kargas Blade Fist understand what a real warrior is like. Gladiators are different from warriors.

When the chiefs of the two clans came to the gladiatorial arena, more orcs gathered around them. The wrestling match just now was not enjoyable to watch. After all, there are still many competition restrictions in the wrestling match, but when it comes Today's gladiator games are completely different.

There are not too many rules and restrictions here, so you can have a good time watching it this time!

"You don't have a weapon?"

Kargas looked at Dasa who came on the field with bare hands, and his face became a little ugly.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back. It's just a game, there's no need for those enemy-killing things."

Dasa's arms were hanging at his sides, looking extremely relaxed.

These words were simply humiliating to Kargas. This alien was humiliating his strength. This was the second most annoying behavior in his life!

"You don't regret it!"

After roaring angrily, Kargas raised the blade fist and struck at Dasa.

Kargas, who was born as a gladiator, must not only achieve a killing effect with every blow, but also make it beautiful for the spectators in the auditorium.

The aesthetics of violence are also beautiful. His fighting style is different from the chiefs of many other clans. It is also the first time for Dasa to fight against such an enemy.

The opponent's attack not only achieves effective damage, but also makes the move beautiful.

"It's really fancy."

Daza commented on Kargas' attack method. As he spoke, he kicked his feet forward and kicked up a handful of dirt and grass, briefly blocking Kargas' attack route.

He also took this opportunity to push his shoulder into Kargas' chest, knocking him out with one blow.

Kargas felt as if he had been hit head-on by a Gronn, and finally fell heavily to the ground. The pain and heaviness in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe.

Daza walked up to Kargas calmly, stepped on the opponent's arm with one foot, and stepped on Kargas' chest with the other foot. The weight of the entire elf rested on the orc chief.

"Admit defeat?"

Daza just looked down at Kargas Blade Fist, who was beaten to the ground by him, and said this word calmly.

"Victory or death!"

Kargas will not admit defeat so easily. So what if he is knocked down? Then he can get up and fight again!

Feeling the resistance from the body of the orc under his feet, Dasa smiled. At this moment, he seemed to understand Lazan's mentality when he saw him.

He took the initiative to jump away from Kargas, and the opponent seized this moment very well. The fist blade in his hand broke through the air and stabbed towards his chest, but he always missed it.

After Kargas jumped up and counterattacked, the rhythm of this gladiatorial match seemed to fall into Kargas' hands. The orc warriors around him were shocked by Dasana's almost devastating battle. , Kargas' counterattack seemed to ignite the fire in their own hearts.

All the orc warriors were cheering for Kargas' counterattack.

But only Kargas himself can feel how big the fighting gap between him and the elf in front of him is. It seems that there is only a slight difference in attack distance, but in fact it is like a chasm.

The other party didn't take it seriously at all! He is kidding himself!

Kargas struck again and then stopped. While adjusting his breathing, he stared at Daza who was always outside the range of his attack.

"You are humiliating me! Show your true abilities! If you still think you are the chief of the Platinum Clan!"

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Daza raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party suspiciously.

"If you don't show your true skills, I will definitely kill you with my next blow!"

Kargas raised the fist blade in his hand, pointing the tip directly at Dasa's throat.

Before Dasa could answer, Kargas' figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared in the eyes of the onlookers, the tip of the blade in his hand was about to penetrate Dasa's fragile throat.

But soon, it didn't penetrate after all.

Daza stepped back slightly, raised his right leg and turned into a long whip, hitting Kargas hard on the left side of his head, kicking him out like a football.

"Is this all your strength?"

After Daza finished kicking, he slowly walked towards the direction where Kargas fell.

"What a heavy blow. Your attack reminded me of the sticks of those damn ogres. Ahem."

When the smoke cleared, Kargas still struggled to get up from the ground. This freedom fighter who was born in the gladiatorial arena would not give up to Dasa easily.

Because he is a foreigner.

"This is just a gladiatorial match, Kargath. Your fate should not end here."

As the older chief among the great clans, Kilrogg used his only remaining eye to look at Kargath who was struggling to get up. He did not see the chief of the Shattered Hand clan die in the hands of an elf.

"I'm not like you guys!"

After saying this, Kargas walked towards Dasa again with heavy steps.

However, Daza directly reached out to grab this blow, and then threw him to the ground with a back shot, completely incapacitating Kargas.

"Kargas Bladefist, I know your deeds, your glory, and your determination. As a gladiator fighting for freedom, you are undoubtedly great, but as the chief of a clan, you are basically Not qualified!”

Dasa leaned down and looked head-to-head at Kargas who was lying on the ground.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Kargas was almost knocked out by Dasa's throw.

"After the orcs of the Shattered Hand clan gain freedom, what will their future be like? How can their lives be better? You haven't even thought about these!"

Daza accused Kargas of his own thoughts, but in Kargas' eyes, these accusations were not accusations at all.

After the orcs of the Shattered Hand clan gained their freedom, they could do whatever they wanted! What’s the way forward? How to live a better life?

That was something that the tribesmen who had gained freedom should consider themselves, not something that he, the chief, should force them to do.

Because if he did that, he would be no different from the ogre slave owners who enslaved them.

However, Kargas felt one thing from Dasa's reprimand that allowed him to identify with him, that is, he really cared about his people, even though the two sides were not of the same race in appearance.

But everything about the other party is in line with the values ​​​​of an orc, and his force value is indeed qualified to become the chief of a large clan.

After Daza reprimanded him for a few words, he saw that Kargas just sneered and did not answer, so he stopped talking and looked at the referee.

"The winner of the gladiatorial competition—the chief of the Platinum clan, Daza!"

As the victory of the Dazar competition was announced, Ivar and other orcs from the Platinum Clan also cheered. After all, they had heard of the name of the chief of the Shattered Hand Clan.

That one was truly killed from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"Chief of the Platinum Clan, if you don't mind having a fight with me."

Before the cheers at the scene had dissipated, Black Hand squeezed out of the audience with his ferocious black iron warhammer filled with fire elements. It was obvious that the chief of the Blackstone Clan was so excited that he could no longer suppress it.

"Okay, do you want to start now?"

Daza looked at Black Hand and agreed without thinking too much. The battle with Kargas just now was just a warm-up for him.

"Don't you need a break? It's Blackhand, the chief of the Blackstone Clan!"

Blackhand didn't want to take advantage of others' danger. He could see how capable the chief of the Platinum Clan was, but he also knew that the chief of the Broken Hand Clan was not a vegetarian.

"No need, you can start now."

As Dasa spoke, Ivar, who was standing in the audience, understood what his chief meant and threw the battle ax he carried with him at Dasa.

The silver-white battle ax shines in the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)