Chapter 870

The draenei who had found cowardice had been able to deal with Dreadhoof—even in a tricky way, the orcs were still very dissatisfied.

At this time, seeing that the draenei was dying, they shouted and screamed frantically again.

Looking at the wild beast in front of him, Yrel felt very helpless.

It turned out that she was just a priest apprentice. Although Ye Ting's training gave her enough fighting skills, it did not allow her to make a breakthrough in physical strength. But now, in the face of a strong enemy, his physical disadvantage as a non-professional fighter is revealed.

"Do you really want to use the power of the Holy Light here?"

Looking at the Dreadhoof getting closer and closer in her eyes, the girl thought to herself.

According to her and Ye Ting's plan, although the power of the Holy Light can temporarily restore her physical strength, it is not appropriate for her to reveal that she has mastered this power too early to avoid causing the orcs' vigilance.

However, looking at the Tabu sheep rushing in front of her, the girl felt that if she did not use the power of the Holy Light, she might not even have a chance to win.

Just when the girl was about to do something, the beast running wild in front of her suddenly had an accident. It fell to her knees like a horse stumbled. Under the influence of strong inertia, she rolled a few times and fell in front of her?

"what happened?"

The girl looked up and saw that the rear leg of Dreadhoof, which she repeatedly attacked, was now terribly bent at an angle that the joints could not reach, and it looked like it was broken.

It turned out that the skeleton of the hind leg of Dreadhoof experienced repeated heavy blows by Yrel, although it did not break directly, but the inside was already scarred. After many violent charges, it was finally overwhelmed and broken.

This time, Dreadhoof's huge size and heavy weight became Yrel's accomplice instead.

While you are sick it kills you.

Seeing this scene, how could Yrel let go of this opportunity, taking three steps and two steps to the still drowsy Dreadhoof, not even the shield in his hand, holding the warhammer in both hands, holding it high. He got up, swung it round and smashed it down.

Yrel understood that this was her last chance to win. With her physical strength, if she waited until Dreadhoof stood up, even if the opponent was unable to charge due to the injury from retreating, she would have no chance of winning.

So this time, she had the opportunity to concentrate all her strength, leaving no room for her.

The heavy warhammer slashed through the air, and with the sound of "woohoo", it slammed into Dreadhoof's head.

"Crack-"

"Whoosh-"

In a state of emergency, Yrel burst out with unprecedented power, and just one blow smashed Dreadhoof's head into a big hole. The warhammer was already deformed by this blow, and a deep depression had appeared on the huge skull of the mutant Tabu.

After receiving such a heavy blow, Dreadhoof let out a high-pitched scream, blood oozing from the eye sockets, nostrils, and ears, and completely lost the power to resist.

However, Yrel still felt that this was not enough, so he lifted the deformed warhammer again and slammed it on Dreadhoof's head again and again.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

"Ugh..."

Finally, the mutant Tabu sheep, which had been rampant for a while, could no longer make any sound. Yrel's warhammer turned its head into a mass of meat, and its eyes had dimmed at this time.

The fearsome beast, Dreadhoof, now at last lost its life, and Yrel won the gladiatorial battle.

The entire arena is now quiet, and no one would have imagined that a draenei who seemed weak to them, and a draenei woman, actually defeated the terrifying beast - Dreadhoof head-on.

Until now, Yrel was relieved, followed by a flood of muscle soreness and exhaustion.

The few strokes just now almost exhausted all her physical strength. What she wants to do most now is to sit on the ground and have a good rest for a while.

But now is not the time for her to rest.

So, Yrel stepped on the corpse of Dreadhoof and raised the warhammer.

"I, Yrel, won—"

When she said this, she looked at her compatriots, and the rest of the draenei raised their weapons and shouted when they saw this. It was a blessing, admiration and gratitude.

And then it was the beastmen in the audience who started to shout.

Blood and glory-loving orcs hold in awe of every strong man—even if it is their foe. At this moment they also began to cheer for Yrel, for their enemies.

Such a reaction made Yrel deeply understand that their plan to initially establish prestige in Highmaul through gladiatorial combat had already succeeded the first step.

As long as she can continue to win, she can quickly establish prestige among the captured draenei in Highmaul, which will help her gather her clan to escape Highmaul in the future.

However, even her victory over Dreadhoof would not change her situation as a slave.

After the gladiatorial fight was over, Yrel was brought back to the dark cell, and the once glorious gladiator became a prisoner again.

The only difference was that the orcs' attitude towards her was obviously much better, and the treatment they gave her was also a bit better - not only did they give her better bedding and food, but even the torches in the cell were more vigorous than before. a bit.

It seems that her excellent performance has attracted the attention of the arena, and according to the talk of the orcs she heard on the road, according to the orcs, it seems that some big people have noticed her and deliberately

Raise her into a star gladiator in the arena.

Becoming a star gladiator is not only a crisis, but also an opportunity.

Compared with ordinary gladiators who are used as cannon fodder, those gladiators who focus on training often do not fight with others, they will play alone, and the opponents they encounter are more dangerous.

But on the contrary, because star gladiators mean more exciting and high-quality gladiatorial fights, the arena will advertise them specifically, and each victory will get different publicity effects.

Although her current fighting power is just a bit of a challenge to defeat a Dreadhoof, Yrel firmly believes that with Ye Ting's help, her ability will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, and finally successfully dominate the arena.

The victory in this battle made her feel the role of Ye Ting's training, and she also understood her own shortcomings. After returning to the prison, she couldn't wait to continue her training.

But before that, she had to let her tired body recover.

Chapter 1059 Unqualified Leader

"Um...hey...this feeling..."

"...how can it be...so...comfortable..."

"...Mr. Sand...well...you can...just push harder..."

"...there...yes...it's there..."

"Oh……"

At this moment, Yrel's soft and sweet voice floated in the dark and cold cage.

At this time, Yrel was lying on Ye Ting's knee, enjoying his massage.

The golden holy light shone in Ye Ting's hands. This sacred energy had now become a massage tool. The warm holy light nourished the body and pressed on the tired muscles of the draenei with his technique. All at once, Yrel shouted out comfortably.

Only after trying it out did I know that compared to humans, the skin of the draenei is much smoother, and it is less conspicuous than that of the high elves - in Ye Ting's opinion, at least compared to Sylvanas and Alleria Is such that.

In addition, the draenei also have a point that Ye Ting appreciates, that is, the lack of hair: except for the tail, hair, eyebrows and other parts, body hair is rarely seen on the main skin parts of the body, and it is as smooth as silk Generally speaking, it feels very good to touch, and at the same time it is very sensitive - every time Ye Ting's hand swiped, he can feel the uneasy trembling in it.

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