Misaka Mikoto, from Academy City, was still locked in a fierce battle with Egbert, the Black Dragon Archmage of the Reichard Empire. Lightning and fireballs danced as the two traded blows, magic clashing with superpowers. The spectators watched in rapt fascination, cheering for more!
It was fair to say that their battle was the most spectacular and longest-lasting match in the first round today. It had also made countless people remember their names and just how powerful they were.
Of course, some spectators weren't interested. Take this group of Horde Orcs and Tauren who had gathered outside the arena to chat, for example.
"Moo?"
"They're still fighting?"
"No, not yet!"
"Oh, may the Earth Mother watch over them."
"Come on, let's go!"
"What's so fun about watching two mages fight?"
"Moo."
"True. Let's go!"
"I almost forgot to ask—how are your Orc commanders doing?"
"Of course they all advanced without a hitch. The Horde will prevail!"
"All of them?"
"Yep. Their opponents were too weak. The people of this Elysalia continent were no match for them. One swing of the axe for one, two swings for two. They chopped down a whole lot of them!"
"I've lost count."
"Not necessarily. Look, that old mage is really strong. I couldn't beat him, anyway."
"That's just one of the few!"
"One of the few?"
"Exactly!"
"All right."
"Maybe you're right."
They were all Horde warriors from Kalimdor, on the continent of Kalimdor in the world of Azeroth. They had come to this world to find a new, better, and more spacious place for their people to live.
The Horde Orcs in particular felt that this was much like the time when several Orc clans had followed Orgrim through the Dark Portal from Draenor and invaded Azeroth.
The only difference was that this