Chapter 140: Kagath Bladefist

After solving the Sethe problem, Nergo also gained a lot of admiration and respect from these arakkoa exiles. If there is a favorability setting in the game, even if he is not maxed out at this moment, it is not far off.

Even after Nergo promised the tribe that he could help them capture Skyreach, the arakkoa exiles agreed to the tribe's invitation without hesitation. Iskar immediately ordered Reshad to lead some of the tribe to Nagrand.

At this point, what he needed to do with the exiles was almost done, and Iskar's subsequent actions such as resurrecting the Claw King Terokk had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Nergo had already set out on the road to the Broken Hand Clan.

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Bladefist Castle.

As usual, in the arena full of sweat and blood, a large number of Broken Hand orcs gathered here.

And on the stage, an orc shouted something loudly.

This orc looked even stronger than Grommash, with solid muscles all over his body, but it might be a habit he developed in the duel arena in his early years, or it might be the economic problem of the clan.

He had no armor on him, only a pair of brown shorts...

He looked poor and cruel.

He was none other than the chieftain of the Broken Hand, Kargath Bladefist.

"Warriors of the Broken Hand clan, go and deal with your prey!"

Kargath raised his left hand high. Under the sunlight, the sickle on his left hand reflected a dazzling light.

He swung his hand forward, swinging the sickle in a huge arc. The sickle cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound that spread throughout the arena.

Under the audience seats where he was, his warriors were also showing their superb fighting skills. All kinds of shouts, taunts, and fighting turned the arena into a slaughterhouse.

There was never a shortage of broken arms and limbs here.

And this was the tradition of the name of the Broken Hand clan.

As a clan founded by the uprising of the Ogre Arena slaves, most of the orcs in the clan are arena masters with strong martial arts.

However, the long-term imprisonment has given this clan its own "corporate culture".

That is, there can be no shamans, no hard labor, but there must be ruthlessness.

Cut off the arm and replace it with a weapon.

These cruel torturers sometimes scare many people with their determination not to take their lives seriously without even fighting.

But this time, their enemies were not scared. This is partly because many of them are already familiar with this fear.

They have many opponents, other Broken Hand orcs, Saber Fang Tigers, and Crowmen.

Kael'gath Bladefist stood on the high platform of the arena, watching the gladiators fighting below and burst into laughter.

This is the powerful warrior he trained, this is the killing machine of the Broken Hand Clan.

"Kill them all! I only want one living person!" Kael'gath shouted at the captured aliens.

He showed no mercy to his own people either, "Only those who survived deserve to be called Broken Hand orcs."

He was not a Shadowmoon orc influenced by shaman culture, nor was he a Warsong orc who valued honor over life. Some people called him a slave trader, and some called him an executioner.

But he knew that he was just a gladiator who wanted to live, and so did his people.

Since he had chosen to become a gladiator, there was no need for the weak to stay, as leaving them behind would only make it difficult for other orcs to survive.

Khargath had always thought and done this to eliminate the weak, and the number of orcs who died in his arena was no less than that of the aliens.

With this mentality, he began to look for outstanding gladiators in the arena.

The first orc who appeared in his sight was an orc with long hair and a thin figure, just like him. Many of the orcs who revolted from Highmaul with Kargath were like this.

The long-term imprisonment in the dungeon made them somewhat malnourished, and the consequence was that they were much thinner than other orcs.

He roared a slogan incoherently. He swung the iron hook that replaced his palm and chopped at the neck of a crow man, easily and simply cutting his flesh and bones.

He even took off the head of the crow man directly, letting the blood of the crow man splash on his face.

But for him, this was just a warm blood rain. He didn't know how many times he had experienced such a situation in the arena of Highmaul. He grinned and licked the blood of the enemies on his lips. Now there is one more challenger who died in his hands.

"Well done." Ka'gath never hesitated to praise the gladiators who performed well. "Come on, prepare the wine. If he can come up alive, I will get drunk with him today."

Soon, the melee under the stage also decided the winner. The orc who was highly expected by Ka'gath did not disappoint Ka'gath. He became the gladiator who killed the most people.

Ka'gath threw the water bag full of wine to him with a smile, and then drank the wine clean with a gulp.

"Chief, there is an outsider."

Kael'gath asked the orc who came to report vigilantly, "Is it an enemy?"

"No, Chief, he said he is a shaman from the Warsong Clan of Nagrand." The soldier paused, "He specifically wants to see you."

"To see me?" Kael'gath straightened up, "Let him in."

Not long after.

He finally met the shaman from the Warsong Clan, after a brief self-introduction.

Ka'gath leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to see who this orc who came from afar was.

This look really shocked him, especially when Nergo explained that he injected elements into his body to replace flesh and blood, which made him raise his glass.

"Awesome, really awesome." Ka'gath admired him sincerely. He couldn't forget the pain of smashing his palm with a stone, and he could actually withstand the rise of lightning replacing flesh and blood.

This undoubtedly shows that he has strong perseverance.

"Cheers to your perseverance." Ka'gath drank it all in one gulp, and he asked: "Then why are you here?"

Facing the Thunder God Clan, Nergo chose to convince them with conquest.

Facing the Frostwolf Clan, Nergo chose to convince them with salvation.

Facing the Shattered Hand Clan, Nergo decisively chose to do both, using conquest and salvation to convince Ka'gath.

"Chief Bladefist, I'm here to pass on a very important message to you - it's about whether we orcs can have freedom in the future. A greenskin orc named Gul'dan joined forces with demons from outside the sky to attack the gods. Although Chief Hellscream and I thwarted their plot, they didn't give up their plan. In Tanaan Jungle, these guys are reckless. If we don't unite, no clan can escape their slavery. But if we unite, we can not only avoid this disaster, but also take this opportunity to seize more land."

Ka'gath respected the shaman very much, but he was somewhat unmoved by Nergo's words, "Demons from outside the sky? Attacking the gods, and enslaving all orcs?"

He laughed, as if he heard a joke.

"The Shattered Hand Clan will not be slaves to anyone, not just the demons you mentioned, but also the Warsong Clan." Ka'gath's tone was full of confidence.

Of course he knew that since it was a coalition, there must be a commander who commanded all parties. This was the shaman of the Warsong Clan. Who do you think he wanted to be the commander?