In the center of the arena, Cairne Bloodhoof stood proudly like a demon god.
Garrosh, the Warchief of the Horde, Legendary to be able to crush the Pantheon with a single finger, fell to the ground, unconscious.
While everyone stood there dumbfounded, Nazgrim, who was presiding over the duel, let out an angry roar:
"This is unfair, Cairne Bloodhoof! You filthy Tauren, how dare you cheat! As expected, Tauren are all a bunch of despicable and shameless trash. Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
At Nazgrim's command, a large number of elite Orcs rushed into the arena. They were all tall, wearing thick armor and wielding sharp Battle Axes; they were the elite Kor'kron Legion.
Cairne Bloodhoof was naked except for a tattered cloth around his waist. After defeating Garrosh, his eyes were bloodshot, and a feeling of exhilaration washed over him, making him somewhat dizzy.
Madness, destruction, a desire to slaughter everything, to turn the earth into rivers of blood, world, burn!
The Power of Destruction emanating from Archimonde has completely dominated Cairne; his heart is filled only with destruction and slaughter.
Facing thousands of elite Orcs, Cairne merely chuckled coldly, his eyes devoid of any mercy. He bent down to pick up Gorehowl, holding the Runed Spear in his other hand.
Cairne roared and charged into Kor'kron's steel torrent, his body spinning like a top. Wherever he passed, armor was torn to shreds, weapons flew out, and the Orcs' robust bodies were easily ripped apart as if made of paper.
In a mere instant, hundreds of Orcs were slaughtered, not even a single intact corpse could be found. The remaining orcs were terrified and fled in all directions, howling in fear.
Nazgrim knew his predicament well; if Garrosh died, Nazgrim would be finished. He seized the fleeting opportunity and carried away the unconscious Garrosh.
Cairne, blinded by rage, stopped chasing the Kor'kron soldiers and charged straight for the crowds. Before long, Cairne reached the stands and began slaughtering the onlookers.
"My God, this is a murderous monster."
"Run! I don't want to die, Mom!"
"Help! Don't kill me! Spare me!"
The crowded stands instantly descended into chaos, with people trampling and crushing each other as they tried to escape this terrifying place. Countless limbs were severed, and the dead lay strewn about.
Cairne seemed to be a tireless killing machine, constantly reaping lives. His body was covered in blood, his Runed Spear was broken, so he casually picked up a Battle Axe.
In the VIP section, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were also shocked. Antonidas and Jaina opened Portals almost simultaneously, ready to escape at any moment.
"Cairne Bloodhoof, don't be so arrogant."
A Thunder roar erupted, leaving the weaker civilians with ringing ears, and many fainted on the spot.
The chaotic audience Anjing down and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Garrosh had somehow woken up, striding into the Arena.
Warchief Garrosh has returned, and the audience erupts in enthusiastic cheers.
The crazed Cairne was stunned by the roar, which brought him back to his senses. He stopped killing and carefully examined Garrosh, whose injuries had fully healed.
Unlike the Garrosh just now, this Garrosh's muscles were bulging, his body was a whole size larger, and there was a faint Lightning power between his limbs.
"Well done, old man," Garrosh said sarcastically. "I admit, I underestimated your despicable nature. It seems your slow motion was all an act. Thrall was secretly helping you all along, sharing a small portion of his Power of Destruction with you."
Cairne had no idea where the power within him came from, nor did he have time to think about it. His gaze remained fixed on his opponent as he replied:
"Your taunts were never clever to begin with, and now they're even more foolish, Thrall's dog, son of Grom Hellscream. Save your energy for a proper fight. I promise to give you a respectable funeral. It's time for you to step down, former Warchief Horde."
When Cairne mentioned Garrosh's father, Garrosh turned red with anger. It was far too easy to provoke this Orcs, Cairne thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.
Garrosh's Gorehowl was in Cairne's possession, so he borrowed Ashbringer from Tirion Fordring. Surprisingly, Ashbringer emitted a strong Holy Light.
Garrosh suffered defeat due to underestimating his opponent. The Blackhand behind the scenes granted him some power, but just as Thrall needed to undergo the Ascension Ritual to obtain Archimonde's Power of Destruction, the power granted to Garrosh by the mastermind was not much, only slightly more than Cairne's Power of Destruction.
The Holy Light protected Garrosh, and Robbie, hiding in the shadows, was taken aback. He saw Point, Line, and Planes appear in his eyes and discovered that the Power of the Holy Light was merging with the mysterious power within Garrosh.
"What kind of power is this?" Robbie was also seeing this phenomenon for the first time.
Garrosh frowned his thick eyebrows, slammed his right foot into the ground, and awkwardly brandished Ashbringer, letting out a low growl as he Charge.
Cairne felt the oppressive wind and the intense Holy Light. The power within him was incompatible with the Holy Light, making him feel very uncomfortable. Cairne let out a low roar and pawed the ground with his right hoof as he Charge.
"Bang!"
With a deafening roar, Ashbringer and Gorehowl collided, and beneath Garrosh's feet, the ground cracked like a spiderweb, stretching for dozens of meters.
Cairne's face turned pale, devoid of any color, and he suddenly took a few steps back, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Garrosh remained motionless, like a statue.
The audience thought Garrosh had won, and led by Nazgrim, they erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Why did I lose?" Garrosh asked, unwilling to accept defeat.
Cairne wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "You know nothing about power. I concentrated all my power into my weapon, while your power was scattered. Look at your feet; that's why you lost."
"I'm not reconciled."
Garrosh collapsed in a pool of blood, blood gushing from all his joints. The Garrosh had been given high hopes by everyone suffered another crushing defeat in a single exchange.
Anjing fell over the stands once again.
The arena was littered with mutilated corpses, a veritable battlefield of carnage, with Garrosh lying amidst the countless bodies.
Cairne, Gorehowl, approached Garrosh, picked up Ashbringer from the ground, and the Power of the Holy Light receded like a tide, incompatible with the Power of Destruction within Cairne.
Slaughter, death.
Cairne felt the power within him rising steadily; this was the terrifying aspect of the Power of Destruction —as more deaths occurred, the Power of Destruction would continue to grow stronger.
"Tirion Fordring, leader of the Argent Crusade, your weapons are right here. Do you dare come down and fight?" Cairne taunted loudly, his Power of Destruction filling him with a bloodthirsty desire.
With the decline of the Argent Crusade, Tirion Fordring's reputation and influence have diminished considerably. He had intended to keep a low Anjing, but unexpectedly became Cairne's first challenger.
Tirion Fordring was terrified and quickly hid under the table.
Cairne, unable to find Tirion Fordring, turned to Sylvanas: "Dark Lady, fight or submit to me."
Sylvanas's expression changed drastically; she no longer had the courage to duel Cairne.
Cairne laughed triumphantly, "The victor is king! With Garrosh dead, I am the Warchief of the Horde, and all Orcs will become food for the Tauren."
Just as Cairne was about to finish off Garrosh, a sudden change occurred.
Drawn by some unknown force, countless pieces of flesh converged on Garrosh, forming a massive abscess that throbbed like a heart.