Chapter 141 The Broken Hand Clan of the Tribe

"Fight on your own and be defeated one by one, or unite to fight and win." Nergo said, "Is it so difficult to choose?"

"And is your clan willing to huddle in such a fortress?" Nergo asked him, "Join the Horde and become one of them. Your clan can have a broader future. Chief Hellscream has conquered Highmaul, so you..."

"Wait, what did you say?" Kael'gath interrupted him, "Gromash conquered Highmaul?"

"Of course." Nergo looked proud, "The ogres of Highmaul have surrendered."

"Incredible." Kael'gath muttered, with a happy smile on his face.

He still remembers the experience of being captured by Highmaul to be a gladiator.

"And if you want, you can go to Highmaul again after joining the Horde." Nergal added: "As a conqueror and VIP."

Kalgath did not comment, "I understand your intention. You want me to obey Grommash. Normally, I would ignore you, but you defeated the ogres, and I like you very much, so I am willing to give you a chance."

He pointed to the arena below, "I heard that the warriors of the Warsong Clan are ten times stronger than one, and you, as a Warsong orc, are no exception."

"Of course, how dare I come here if I don't have enough military force to dominate the world?"

"Well, you will replace your chief." Kalgath said a condition that ordinary orcs can hardly do.

"Come on, defeat 99 orcs in this arena without using any spells, just relying on combat skills."

"99?"

"99."

"No problem, count for me how many I will defeat." But he miscalculated. Nergal is not an ordinary orc, not even an ordinary shaman, and his combat skills are just as good.

"Okay, gladiators, let's fight again, against the warriors from the Warsong Clan."

When Nergo stood in the arena, several spectators from all sides of the arena, including the audience seats, would jump down from time to time and besiege him together.

Just after blocking an iron hook, another sharp blade came to chop, and the gladiators of the Broken Hand Clan swarmed in.

But Nergo was not afraid at all. The sword in his hand seemed to have its own soul by taking lives in many battles.

Quick, ruthless, and steady.

In a short moment, the arena of the Broken Hand Clan was already full of dead bodies.

But no one went to mourn the dead gladiators, they were all cheering for Nergo.

"96."

"97."

"98."

When Kael'gath shouted ninety-eight, no more Broken Hand orcs took the initiative to challenge.

"Why are there only 98?" Nergo shouted at Kael'gath on the stage.

His body and face were covered with orc blood. He reached out and touched his face to ensure that his vision would not be disturbed.

"Excellent fight." Kael'ath praised him first, then he jumped off the stage, "Because, the last one is me!"

How strong is Kael'ath? With a long roar, he attacked Nergo at a speed that Nergo could hardly see with his naked eyes.

Nergo did not dodge, not because he was disdainful, but because his brain could not react. Until the last moment, he narrowly avoided the scythe of the Broken Hand.

"Good reaction." Kael'ath nodded.

His face was light, but Nergo's face was solemn.

He finally understood why Kael'ath would become the chieftain of the evil orc tribe in the future, and finally understood why Terok, who was hailed as the incarnation of Rukma in the 6th edition, said that Kael'ath was also a tough opponent in his prime.

Kael'ath swung the chain and threw it in a very orcish way, trying to put it on Nergo.

Crack.

A chain snapped, and Nergo's sword cut off Ka'gath's chain in one go.

"Good weapon." Ka'gath walked slowly towards Nergo. He did not use his lightning speed, but walked forward slowly.

It was just a simple piercing.

The sharp sickle blade suddenly chopped down on his head, and under the sunlight, the sickle blade reflected a cold light.

This move did not look amazing, just an ordinary attack, but it also depended on whose attack it was. It was Ka'gath's attack, a terrible attack that was enough to split an adult orc, including the shield and the person, in half in one breath.

Just like what he did in Lord of War.

Nergo did not dodge, the sickle blade was getting faster and closer, Nergo drew his sword again, and took a step towards Ka'gath.

But when Nergo got closer, he found out.

Ka'gath's move was like a whirlwind. He did not expect that the chief's ordinary attack would be so powerful.

With this move alone, Ka'gath is enough to enter the top ten in the history of orc warriors.

For a moment, Nergo seemed to see his arm cut off, and he had the illusion of becoming a Shattered Hand Orc like Ka'gath.

Horrible, really terrible.

Nergo raised his sword to block the attack, but the long battle made the sword a little overwhelmed.

Finally, under Ka'gath's fierce attack, the sword broke.

The crisp sound did not make Nergo lose his will to fight, or it was at this time that he aroused the strength in his heart.

"Can we still fight if the weapon is broken?"

However, the only answer Ka'gath got was to continue.

On the stage, watching the chief's great display of power, the orcs gave out earth-shattering cheers.

However, Kargas did not smile, because he found that Nergo's fist was equally powerful.

After becoming a wind elemental creature, Nergo's reaction and speed were no longer ordinary. Before, he couldn't see it with a sword. But now, Kargas felt a lot of pressure when facing Nergo's fist with electric light. .

Nergo waved his right hand and punched Kargas accurately at his lightning speed.

This ferocious offensive even caused sonic booms in the air.

This is not like an ordinary punch, but like an electric ball. If it hits, Kargas will definitely be injured.

ps: Nergo launched a lightning punch, which was extremely effective.

However, Kargas still dodged, relying on the terrifying speed he had acquired through long-term training to avoid the blow along the edge of his fist.

He narrowly escaped serious injury.

But arenas that don't move are not so lucky.

The orcs who were watching suddenly stood up. In their sight, the arena was filled with dust.

When the dust cleared, they discovered that Nergo had punched a large crater in the center of the arena, and the attacks continued.

Kargath's Blade Dance.

Punch from Nergo.

Continuous attacks overwhelmed the arena, and the onlookers did not dare to step forward.

All you could hear was the wild laughter of the two people fighting inside.

"This is the first time I've seen someone who can compete with the chief." A Shattered Hand orc sighed in surprise.

"I'm afraid this is no longer a power that mortals can have." His companion responded.

Just hear a roar.

The arena collapsed and no one knew who of the two had won.

I saw two people walking out of the ruins, each with injuries.

Kargas' body was bleeding profusely, and wounds cut through his flesh and blood and remained on his body.

"Sure enough, after Ascension, there is a lot of room for error when playing pure warriors." Nergo thought to himself.

But he was not feeling well either. His heart, a rare place that was not elementalized, was hit hard by Kargas, although it did not cause him to die immediately.

But I'm afraid it's inevitable to stay in the Shattered Hand clan for a while.

After defeating Kargas, Kargas finally began to think seriously about the tribe, and the spies he sent during this period also learned a lot about the Warsong clan.

"You want to conquer the whole world."

"And I have been waiting for this opportunity. The warriors of the Shattered Hand clan are all outstanding orcs who have experienced many battles. If there is such a big scene, we will definitely not choose to be bystanders." He said: "If the tribe can satisfy our demands A thirst for bloodshed and war, and the entire Broken Hand clan will serve Hellscream."

"The destiny of the tribe is to conquer." Nergo's voice was a little too low. His injury has not improved yet. Maybe he needs to go to Shadowmoon Valley to seek help from Ner'zhul.

"And another word for conquest is killing, countless conquests, countless killings."

Nergo pointed at Kargas who was sitting upright and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Kargath got the answer he wanted. Maybe the tribe would be able to go to the Arak Peaks to impress all the arakkoa after it was just established.

"I, Kargath, hereby declare my allegiance to Hellscream, and the Shattered Hand clan will offer their loyalty to the tribe." Kargath's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

He couldn't wait to talk to Nergo about the tortures used to torture his enemies.

Obviously, his spies were a little too capable and they found out about Nergo's earlier deeds in the Warsong Clan and the ten tortures he had mentioned casually.