Kargath's sudden death plunged the entire arena into dead silence.
To prepare for tomorrow's campaign, and to distribute Gul'dan's "blessings," Kargath had gathered nearly the entire Shattered Hand Clan today, along with some Orcs from other small clans, to watch the match.
When Kargath personally entered the arena to deal with Yrel, everyone had thought victory was assured.
When Kargath seized the Draenei girl by the throat and lifted her into the air, the spectators had even begun to cheer, eagerly anticipating how their chieftain would humiliate this Draenei who had challenged Orcish pride in unspeakable ways.
Though by Orcish standards, this "scrawny" little hoofed slut, with "weeds growing all over" her head and no pair of fearsome tusks, held no attraction whatsoever, she was still a powerful gladiator whose combat prowess had earned the Orcs' recognition.
And the idea of Orcs defeating another race and then enjoying the defeated suited their beliefs perfectly.
Yet now, everything had changed.
The situation suddenly took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Yrel, who should have been the loser, had miraculously turned the tables.
Holy Light and shadow energies she had never displayed before erupted forth, catching Kargath off guard and killing him in three moves. In this gladiatorial match, the Draenei had the last laugh.
Such a reversal was simply unheard of, never seen before.
A few seconds later, an even greater uproar erupted among the Orcs, who had seemed as though their throats had been clutched shut.
No, this was no longer an uproar. It was a full-blown riot.
At first, not a single Orc could accept their chieftain's death. Why had the great, invincible Kargath Bladefist, who had once dominated the arena, died at the hands of a frail Draenei?
Even if this Draenei was also extremely powerful and wielded the powers of