Kargath Bladefist stood on the highest tier of a massive circular structure, silently watching the two creatures fighting below.
Kargath had no interest in the Scourge Plague currently causing such an uproar outside, nor in the endless turmoil of international politics. He never paid attention to such things.
Ever since becoming a Death Knight, Kargath had devoted himself to developing the Iron Horde, the organization that meant everything to him. The Iron Horde had no need to concern itself with political factors or outside resistance; after all, His Majesty the Divine Emperor was out front bearing all of that pressure. The Iron Horde only needed to focus on growing stronger and becoming the sharp blade in the Divine Emperor's hand. That was enough.
Still, Kargath had a small selfish desire—or perhaps it was a wish. He wanted to build a Shattered Hand Arena and throw all those once-dominant Ogres into it to fight to the death, avenging the humiliation of being imprisoned and forced into gladiatorial combat.
Now, he had realized that wish. His Majesty the Divine Emperor had approved Kargath's construction of a massive circular arena on the Iron Horde's Floating Island. The Highmaul Ogres captured from another timeline would be its first batch of gladiators.
At that moment, the Shattered Hand Arena was packed with Iron Horde Orc soldiers clad in black armor. Most of them came from the Shattered Hand Clan. Their right hands had been severed and replaced with sharp blades.
"First battle! Ogre Crystal Mage Kragg versus Abyssal Stalker Blankenspore!"
A Goblin staff member from the Heklar Consortium held a crude amplification horn and shouted in a shrill voice.
**"And one more thing! This deathmatch is exclusively sponsored by the Heklar Consortium! For fine weapons and fine armor, come to the Heklar Consortium! This is