"Damn Draenei, fight back already!"
"Coward!"
"Stop running and fight!"
"What kind of warrior runs around with her head in her hands?!"
The Orcs' curses swept over her like a storm, but Yrel turned a deaf ear. To her, the Orcs were enemies, and an enemy's filthy insults held no value.
To conserve her strength, Yrel paid them no mind and continued fighting as she retreated.
Though the Orc spectators cursed without pause, they were secretly delighted. For days now, a Draenei had dominated the arena, making them feel utterly humiliated. No matter how they tried to make things difficult for her, even sending powerful Orcs into the arena to challenge her personally, no one had been able to stop her winning streak.
The Draenei were enemies they had only recently defeated, a race they were about to conquer and enslave—and Yrel was a woman.
For Orcs, nothing was more humiliating than being held down by a Draenei woman.
Now that an Orc warrior could defeat this Draenei woman, they finally had something to feel proud of. Though they mocked Yrel openly, they were ecstatic inside. Even the demon blood provided by Gul'dan suddenly seemed immensely valuable to them.
Only Kargath's frown deepened.
In truth, Yrel's performance reminded him of his own past.
Back when the Ogre Empire ruled this arena, he had dominated it in much the same way. As a veteran gladiator, Kargath possessed exceptionally extensive experience in one-on-one combat—it could be said that in a gladiatorial duel, even Grom Hellscream might not necessarily be his match.
Kargath immediately saw through Yrel's tactics and understood the situation. Only he knew that although Gagoma appeared to hold the overwhelming advantage, his adjutant's decline was already about to reveal itself.
Drinking Mannoroth's blood could greatly enhance an Orc's strength, explosive