A black chain of enslavement appeared in Jaina's hand, like a serpent writhing in the wind.
Watermodo's eyes widened immediately. He sensed the power of the soul within these chains. Once enslaved, he would be completely enslaved, his soul losing its freedom.
"I'll talk, I'll talk," Watermodo dared not lie. "Thrall Faction me."
"Thrall?" Jaina looked suspicious.
Under the influence of the Holy Light, many of the dead have been resurrected, Thrall's resurrection is only a matter of time.
"From this day forward, you are my Water Elemental." Jaina released the chains of soul enslavement and adopted a gentler method to enslave Watermodo.
While soul enslavement can guarantee his loyalty, it also limits his strength, rendering him unusable.
Watermodo dared not resist, bound by elemental chains, and obediently followed Jaina's side.
"I have no interest in Thrall's affairs, nor am I here for him," Jaina, not wanting to cause any misunderstanding. "My purpose is to find Arthas."
The Peace Dove Organization, directly under the leadership of King Terenas.
In this era, Jaina was not yet the leader of the Peace Dove; she had taken on the persona of a high-ranking official and, in the name of King Terenas, ordered the search for Prince Arthas.
This was a death order; failure to complete it would result in the execution of all high-ranking officials. The Peace Dove was, after all, a ruthless and decisive organization.
All she needs to do now is wait.
After the sixth fight, Ashkandi was given a short break.
He is very strong, but he is also prone to fatigue and injury.
The sixth opponent was a towering Stone Giant. Although Ashkandi won easily, he was hit hard in the chest.
Backstage, Ashkandi reattached the two broken ribs and used Blood Magic to firmly fix them in place.
His abrasions were bleeding profusely, Aiguleiya carefully bandaged them for him.
"Four more duels, and I will be the Arena champion, the strongest gladiator in the history of the three great arenas."
Ashkandi was full of confidence, but suddenly his expression changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blue blood.
"Brother, are you badly injured?" Aiguleiya asked with concern.
Ashkandi said without changing his expression, "It was that Ogre from the second duel. His Elemental Water was problematic; it contained a terrifying cold poison that could harm people invisibly. I had been forcibly Pain Suppression with Blood Magic, which damaged my internal organs. It's truly unimaginable that such a powerful Ogre Mage would willingly become a gladiator."
"Let me play the next match." Aiguleiya's eyes welled up with tears. "Brother, even if you just need to rest for one match, it would be good."
"You?" Ashkandi chuckled. "You're still far from strong enough. As long as I don't encounter an opponent like Ogre, I'll be fine."
Without hesitation, Aiguleiya took out a delicate little box, which contained a golden pill with a fragrant aroma.
Ashkandi frowned. "The Super Titans Elixir, so it was with you."
Super Titans Elixir, as the name suggests, is a super alchemical recipe left behind by the Titans, possessing the special effects of strengthening the body and bringing the dead back to life.
However, the required materials are extremely demanding, as many herbs do not exist in the Azeroth. The formulas circulating outside are simplified versions, and their efficacy is much weaker.
The Star Mage Medivh spent a tremendous amount of money to craft three Super Titans Elixirs, one of which was lost several years ago.
Medivh suspected it was an inside job and searched the entire Karazhan, interrogating all the Servants, some of whom were even tortured.
Aiguleiya was tortured to the point of near death, and would have died long ago if Ashkandi hadn't sent someone to deliver medicine.
Who would have thought that it was Aiguleiya who stole this potion? No one knows how he managed to hide it until now.
"Brother, the Super Titans Elixir will not only fully heal your injuries, but also increase your strength to a higher level. Please take it quickly," Aiguleiya said earnestly.
"This medicine is too precious. Having it is like having an extra life. I can't accept it," Ashkandi declined.
"Brother, listen to me, the opponents will only get stronger and stronger. If something happens to you, what's the point of me living?" Aiguleiya said pitifully.
Ashkandi patted him on the shoulder. Due to years of rough diet, Aiguleiya was clearly malnourished and too thin, even worse off than the Orcs in the Internment Camp.
"Alright, I'll listen to you. I believe that one day, we brothers will also achieve great success and be able to eat Super Titans Elixir's nothing." Ashkandi knew he couldn't rely on luck, so he accepted the elixir.
"As long as my brother is here, I believe everything will be alright. Even Medivh will only become his defeated opponent." Aiguleiya said with a look of relief.
Ashkandi put the Super Titans Elixir into his mouth, and as the elixir took effect, his internal injuries were completely healed. At the same time, his limbs felt warm and full of strength, his spirits improved, his blood flow accelerated, his mind worked quickly, and his Blood Magic reached a new level.
"As expected of the Super Titans Elixir, even if a Titans stood before me, I would dare to fight it."
Ashkandi suddenly stood up, seemingly on the verge of a violent outburst, but his mind was unusually clear.
"Brother, let's go into the arena together." The short break was over, Aiguleiya laboriously shouldered the Greatsword of the Brotherhood, entering the Arena with Ashkandi.
The opponent in the seventh match is a Shadow Panther, a mutated Shadow Panther that accidentally absorbed Void Energy. It is as large as a Mammoth and has the ability to briefly become ethereal. It originally lived in the Badlands and was as famous as Lupos of the Duskwood.
The duel began, and Shadow Panther entered a phantom state, suddenly appearing behind Ashkandi.
The surge of blood gave Ashkandi terrifying reaction speed, and his senses were also greatly enhanced. He quickly turned around and grabbed the Shadow Panther's claws with both hands.
The Orcs and the leopard grappled together. The leopard, as big as Mammoth, was surprisingly the weaker one and quickly found itself in a fierce battle.
"Ah!"
With a roar, Ashkandi actually tore the Shadow Panther apart.
"Am I seeing things?" Blackmoore exclaimed excitedly.
Ashkandi's victory was expected, but no one anticipated such an easy win.
Butler Moroes carefully observed Ashkandi's eyes, which remained calm and still, showing no signs of his berserk state. He wondered, "This is far beyond Ashkandi's usual level. Could it be that he has been hiding his strength all along, even from me?"
The crowd shouted and cheered loudly, their cheers thunderous and overwhelming. Some raised their fists high, while others stomped their feet, using the tremors of the earth to cheer and howl, expressing their inner excitement.
Kael'thas, who had been grinning and joking with the maids, became serious for once, revealing a look of fear.
"This person will surely become the leader of the Orcs. It is foreseeable that the detestable Orcs have risen to power, and the Eastern Kingdoms will likely become Orcs territory. Humans will only become food for the Orcs, and be eaten up like the tragic Draenei."
Kael'thas began to ponder the future of the High Elves of Silvermoon City.
Ashkandi simply stood there, upright and majestic, like a king in person, breathing normally, calmly looking at his fists.
A powerful surge of energy coursed through his body, and his confidence swelled. Ashkandi raised his fists and addressed the referee beside him:
"There are still three opponents. Let them all come at us at once."