Encountering an Adversary

Leiluo was slaughtering all challengers in the arena, while Durotan and Leolox below it were lost in thought. With the Holy Light aiding him, his own monstrous strength, and Darius's combat skills and experience gained from the lottery, Leiluo could now be called the strongest person beneath the chieftains of the Six Great Clans.

Having defeated another opponent, Leiluo listened to the thunderous cheers of the surrounding orcs. He set down his Battle Axe, rested both hands on its haft, and silently swept his gaze across the crowd, like a king returning to receive the celebration of his people.

Seeing Leiluo's bearing, the chieftain of another great clan at ringside became displeased. He was the strongest among the orcs. If those at Heroic Rank had not been barred from entering the tournament, how could he have allowed someone else to show off? Especially not such an obvious half-blood orc. Thus, the great Blackrock Great Chieftain—Blackhand the Destroyer—said to a bald orc beside him, "My dear adjutant, let this half-blood orc learn the might of Blackrock."

"As you command, my chieftain."

With that, the orc hoisted the massive hammer at his feet onto his shoulder and slowly walked toward Leiluo. The cheering orcs around the arena fell silent one after another when they saw the bald man take the field.

Seeing that the newcomer was someone at the Blackrock chieftain's side, as well as a big bald man, and judging by his imposing aura, Leiluo had already guessed his identity.

So he no longer maintained his "kingly demeanor." Instead, he picked up his axe and slowly offered the newcomer a formal salute. Once the man had approached him, he asked, "Are you Doomhammer?"

Durotan and Leolox at the side were both puzzled by Leiluo's actions. Durotan could not understand why this crafty brat, who had been rather casual even when meeting him, was showing such solemn respect toward Blackhand's adjutant—his own childhood friend. Leolox, meanwhile, could not understand why his clever little brother respected that bald man so much.

The newcomer was also taken aback by Leiluo's gesture. Hearing his question, he looked even more confused. "Doomhammer? Who's that?"

Seeing the man's expression, Leiluo suddenly realized something. Blackhand had not yet become Blackhand, so the man before him had not yet acquired the artifact that Warcraft fans considered the greatest symbol of the orcs. Naturally, he had not added Doomhammer before his name. So his name should be...

"Your name should be Orgrim!"

Hearing Leiluo call out his name so solemnly, Orgrim grew even more puzzled. But he had not forgotten his chieftain's orders. He swung the massive hammer in his hand and said, "Kid, stop babbling. Get out of the arena obediently!"

Watching Orgrim's heavy, powerful strike come at him, Leiluo wanted to test his strength. He held his Battle Axe horizontally, braced one hand against the broad side of the axe, and used the other side to take Orgrim's blow head-on. The impact forced him to slide backward.

Feeling the force transmitted through his Battle Axe, Leiluo had a measure of his opponent's strength. Though Orgrim was weaker than him, he was still the strongest person Leiluo had ever encountered.

Then Leiluo exerted himself and stopped sliding. With a pull of his hands, he hooked his Battle Axe around Orgrim's hammer haft. Just as he was about to apply force, Orgrim shifted the hammer to his left hand, released his right hand, and shoved forward. Then he caught the haft again with his right hand and punched Leiluo in the stomach.

Faced with such a sudden attack, Leiluo could only twist to the right and narrowly avoid the blow. But just as he turned, when his old force had been spent and new force had yet to arise, Orgrim gripped the hammer haft with his right hand, shifted into a combat stance, and exerted force with both arms. He spun the axe hooked around the haft like a flail, dragging along Leiluo, who was tightly gripping the axe handle.

Then Orgrim released the axe with his left hand, letting it slip free from the hammer haft, and Leiluo was flung away.

Seeing Leiluo helplessly suspended in midair, how could a warrior like Orgrim fail to seize such a perfect opportunity? He immediately entered Berserker Stance and unleashed Rage of the Berserker before intercepting Leiluo.

Still somewhat disoriented in the air, Leiluo had no way to evade. Orgrim's massive hammer struck him directly, smashing him hard into the ground. Behind him stood the banner of some clan, serving as the boundary line.

Knowing he could not give his opponent any opportunity, Orgrim immediately shifted his stance again and charged toward Leiluo, intending to knock him straight out of the arena. At that critical moment, a small hammer condensed from Holy Light struck Orgrim, interrupting his attack and stunning him in place. The small hammer was the Hammer of Judgment, and Leiluo gained a moment to recover.

Having awakened from the stun, Orgrim shook his head and asked, "Kid, are you a shaman too?"

After asking, he muttered to himself, "No. That isn't a shaman's elemental power."

"Kid, what kind of power is that? Why have I never seen it before?"

Feeling the pain in his back, Leiluo used Holy Light Healing on himself while marveling at Orgrim's strength. He had exposed only the slightest opening, yet Orgrim had seized it and nearly finished him in one combo. If he had not also become a Paladin, he would have nearly been taken out instantly.

Hearing Orgrim's words while secretly recovering, Leiluo laughed inwardly. This was a power that did not exist on Draenor—no, a power the orcs did not possess. The Draenei on Draenor could use it, but the entire orc race had never seen it. No matter how battle-hardened Orgrim was, the orcs had yet to fight the Draenei. How could he possibly have seen it? Then again, even the Draenei's Holy Light did not have as many techniques as his. He had figured these out through the game skills from his previous life. At this point, he was the number one user of Holy Light.

Suppressing his amusement, and also to buy time to recover, Leiluo began chatting with Orgrim.

"Oh, this is a kind of power I comprehended myself, different from any power currently used by the orcs. What do you think? Pretty strong, right?" Leiluo shamelessly bragged.

"It's not bad. But whether it's strong or not remains to be seen. I see you've nearly recovered using that power. Shall we begin the second round?"

"Damn, you know the Holy Light can heal?" This time, Leiluo was the one who was shocked.

"I don't know that this Holy Light of yours can heal. I only saw that light glowing in your palm the whole time while you were stalling me, so I guessed."

Orgrim truly was Orgrim. That intelligence was something else.

"Looks like I guessed right. Let me see how much that light can restore you."

"As you wish. Round two, begin!" Sensing Orgrim's contempt, Leiluo grew somewhat angry. Still, thanks to that, Orgrim had given him enough time to recover completely. Leiluo's skin was not ordinarily thick.