Whirlwind, a forbidden ability of the Burning Blade Clan, causes immense damage to the body; even if one survives it, they will be severely crippled.
Only an Orcs in a berserk state could sustain the massive energy consumption of Whirlwind; the Burning Blade Blademaster's crimson gaze was fixed solely on Aiguleiya.
Ashkandi reacted swiftly, pulling Aiguleiya in front of him to face the terrifying Whirlwind.
He took a deep breath, unleashing his Blood Magic to its fullest extent. Red mist covered his hands, and he suddenly reached out, managing to grab the spinning blade.
Whirlwind was forcibly interrupted.
The Burning Blade Blademaster stared in disbelief, his blood surging, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ashkandi's palm was cut open, blood flowing freely. He forcefully snapped his longsword in two, the sharp blade piercing the Burning Blade Blademaster's chest.
The Burning Blade Blademaster stumbled back a few steps, clutching the broken sword to his chest, and roared defiantly to the sky:
"I hate it!"
After saying this, he collapsed and died, his eyes wide open in death.
Aiguleiya was stunned and it took her a long time to recover.
Ashkandi reassured them, "It's alright, we're safe now."
The referee looked at the old swordsman's corpse and couldn't help but sigh.
Under the awning, Blackmoore shook his head regretfully:
"I really don't know what the old swordsman was thinking. Why did he have to go on the field himself? Ashkandi was actually able to catch the spinning blade. His strength is truly terrifying."
Moroes stared intently at the Arena, muttering, "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
Blackmoore chuckled, "Don't worry, it's all over. Next, King Terenas, King Varian, and King Greymane will jointly bestow upon him the title of Champion Gladiator. King Terenas will immediately adopt him as his son, and then twelve Orcs will declare him to be Durotan's son, proving it with their deaths. Now we await his replacement of Orgrim."
"Yes, there's nothing to worry about." Moroes was still uneasy.
The referee announced to the crowd, "I now declare the champion of the Arena to be..."
"Etc!"
An unexpected sound interrupted the referee. Aiguleiya, with great effort, gripped the Greatsword of the Brotherhood and proclaimed loudly:
"The game isn't over yet."
Ashkandi, puzzled, scratched his head.
The referee asked, bewildered, "The game is over for today. What do you want to ask?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Aiguleiya's lips, "Brother, do you feel tightness in your chest, or a feeling of nausea?"
Ashkandi blinked in confusion and nodded.
"That's right." Aiguleiya brandished his Greatsword of the Brotherhood and said sharply:
"The so-called champion is the ultimate victor who is the only one to leave the Arena. Right now, there are two of them."
The referee was even more confused. "Wait, aren't you all in cahoots?"
Aiguleiya curled her lip. "Who's on his side? It was a temporary cooperation before. Now it's just the two of us. It's a fight to the death. Only the truly strong can leave the Arena. The weak will only be ruthlessly eliminated."
Ashkandi looked at him in surprise. "Brother, are you alright? Were you scared?"
"Don't call me brother, you don't deserve it." Aiguleiya raised his voice, "I will kill you with my own hands and prove that I am the true Arena champion."
An unexpected twist occurred, which the audience believed was deliberately orchestrated, and cheers erupted once again.
Blackmoore looked at Moroes and asked, "Did you arrange this?"
Moroes shook his head. "It has nothing to do with me. Aiguleiya is just a servant of Karazhan. Ashkandi is the carefully chosen Orcs leader. He's courting death."
"Then let him have his way." Blackmoore did not send anyone to stop him.
After a long while, Ashkandi finally understood the situation and said with some heartache, "Aiguleiya, I hope this is just a joke. Although I have gone through ten gladiatorial combats and am exhausted, killing you was far too easy. If you admit your mistake now, we can still be brothers."
Aiguleiya gritted his teeth and said, "Back in Karazhan, you were a high-ranking Elite, highly regarded by Medivh, while I was just a lowly experiment, Servant whom anyone could bully. From the day we met, I swore that one day I would trample you under my feet."
Ashkandi shook his head in pain, conflict, and helplessness, and said with a wry smile, "So you had this in mind from the beginning. Fine, I won't argue with you. You can leave now."
Aiguleiya laughed heartily, "Ashkandi, you think you have everything under control. I once tested a drug on Medivh, a failed attempt at a Super Titans Elixir. Overexertion would leave one in a prolonged state of paralysis, taking at least three days to recover. I kept one for myself."
"You!"
Ashkandi then realized that he couldn't even lift a finger; his most proficient Blood Magic had vanished without a trace.
Aiguleiya gripped the Greatsword of the Brotherhood tightly, raised it with difficulty, and severed Ashkandi's right arm.
Cheers erupted again from the stands, startling Blackmoore to his feet.
"Moroes, what exactly is going on?"
"I don't know." Moroes hesitated whether to stop him. Ashkandi, having lost his right arm, was no longer qualified to be the leader of the Orcs.
Ashkandi screamed in agony as Aiguleiya swung the Greatsword of the Brotherhood again, forcefully severing both of his legs.
"You incompetent piece of trash, you've finally met your match! Look at your pathetic state, come on, beg me!"
Aiguleiya gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, stepped on Ashkandi's head, and forcefully plunged the Greatsword of the Brotherhood into his chest.
The usually composed Ashkandi finally showed a look of terror.
"So you can be scared too, haha, haha!"
The sharp Greatsword of the Brotherhood cleaved Ashkandi's chest, and Aiguleiya grabbed the beating heart and sliced it off in a few swift movements.
"By devouring your heart, I possess everything you have. I am the gladiator champion, the great Clans king. Nobody remembers you, you piece of trash."
Aiguleiya chewed and swallowed Ashkandi's heart, then swung the Brotherhood around and beheaded him.
Holding up Ashkandi's head, Aiguleiya addressed the stunned referee:
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and announce the champion!"
Blackmoore shook Moroes's shoulder. "The man you arranged is dead. Think of something."
Moroes remained silent for a long while, then said blankly, "Let's continue according to the original plan."
"A mere Servant dares to unify the Orcs Clans?" Blackmoore said gravely, "There are two major obstacles to unifying the Orcs Clans: Grom Hellscream Orgrim Doomhammer. They are both heinous villains and ruthless killers. Without strength, we will only be devoured by them."
"I don't know," Moroes said anxiously. "Medivh doesn't like losers. The Servant killed Ashkandi; he is the ultimate victor."
"Alright, alright, I announce he's the winner, the Gladiator Champion." Blackmoore scoffed, "What a benevolent Orcs."
"Thrall, that's Thrall."
From the stands, Anachronos pointed at Aiguleiya and shouted.
Khadgar scrutinized the thin Orcs and exclaimed, "Yes, it's Thrall's face! He's so thin, I didn't recognize him at first!"
"Insidious, vicious, ruthless, and decisive in killing—that's what makes a qualified Orcs Warchief," Durotan praised.