"Crazy Killer!"
" Druid! Six-form Druid!"
"Champion! Champion!"
The cheers were even louder and more frenzied than before.
Because rather than seeing one player get utterly crushed by three others, they would much rather see one player fight three equally matched opponents, and then, after a bloody battle, defeat all three. That's the kind of hero they admire!
Upon seeing the black panther, several Troll, their true forms concealed, revealed expressions of "I knew it" in a corner of the arena.
" Nicholas, it really is him!" Vol'jin sighed softly.
"A mere mortal who stole the power of the Loa and dares to stay here? I really want to kill him!" The Zanza the Restless was clearly very unhappy.
"Great Sleepless One, the Gurubashi Arena no longer belongs to the Troll, but to the Goblin," Vol'jin kindly reminded him.
"Hmph, you don't need to tell me, I know!" Zanza sneered, "He might not be able to win! Without using those two energy bodies, he can't defeat them with just the power of the five remnant Loa! I can sense that those remnant souls are still there; he... hasn't fully integrated yet!"
Vol'jin lowered his head, his gaze dark and brooding.
An elite Tauren Warrior, an elite Orcs wolf rider, and a high-ranking Orc Warlock —even he would have a hard time winning against this lineup.
If the Grand Duke were to unleash his full power, victory would be assured.
But it's impossible to win by simply using Animal Form that you're not familiar with!
What exactly is the Grand Duke planning?
On the other side, surrounded by a group of nobles from Stormwind City, a beautiful noblewoman with bright blonde hair and dressed in dark red aristocratic attire smiled:
Human Druid? Humans who enslaved so many animal spirits? Humans with the power of green dragons within them?
interesting.
"I hereby declare the gladiatorial combat open!"
The Goblin referee waved his flag, Tauren administrator threw his battle flag, which landed precisely between the two teams.
At this moment, the duel begins!
The battle flag had barely been Charge when the Tauren Warrior charged, while the Orcs wolf riders roared and brandished their blood-stained battle axes as they charged toward the black panther.
At the same time, the Warlock summoned a giant Imp a meter tall, then transformed himself into a demon with purplish-black wings and charged at the black panther.
He turned out to be a demon Warlock well-versed in demonology, and he had prepared the spell in advance, completing the casting the instant the battle flag was planted.
As expected of a veteran of the arena, your combat experience is truly extensive!
With all three team members attacking simultaneously, and the Imp casting a spell from behind, a Firebolt was forming. This situation brought the cheers and noise from the audience to an abrupt halt.
How could that black panther, a panther even smaller than Worg, possibly handle it?
Everyone stared intently. Vol'jin frowned slightly, Zanza sneered, and the Countess from Stormwind City smiled alluringly, captivating all who beheld her.
Meanwhile, in the waiting area, the White Gorilla was dealing with coconuts scattered all over the ground. He glanced at the arena and scoffed, "Pretending? Pretending!"
Just as the three enemies approached within five meters, the black panther suddenly vanished, transforming into a bat that flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
It moved nimbly, dodging the Tauren Warrior's spear and the Orcs wolf rider's blood axe, and narrowly avoiding the Imp's Firebolt. In less than two seconds, it flew above the Imp, then transformed again into a nearly one-meter-tall striped tiger, which sat down on the Imp. The poor Imp was instantly killed, leaving only a small scorch mark on the tiger's rump.
The fastest-reacting Orcs wolf rider immediately turned his wolf head, raised his hand, and unleashed a streak of blood-red light. A blood axe flew towards the tiger with a speed no less than that of a ranger's arrow.
Strangely, the tiger didn't Evasion. Instead, it stood up strangely, its eyes narrowed, and suddenly raised its left forepaw, slamming it down and sending the blood axe flying.
The axe blade pierced the hard ground—fast, accurate, and ruthless! The Tauren Warrior charged forward, and when he was less than five meters from the tiger, he suddenly leaped up and landed heavily. The ground began to crack, as if an earthquake had struck, and even the audience could feel the strong tremors.
War Stomp!
This is a skill that only a very few elite Tauren can comprehend, because it involves the earth elemental realm. This Tauren Warrior has clearly come into contact with the Shaman path, but his mastery is still too low.
However, the tiger seemed to have anticipated this, and with a swift leap, it left the ground, avoiding the tremor attack, and pounced on the Tauren Warrior.
A look of joy appeared on the Tauren's face. Suddenly, he raised his Runic Spear and thrust it at the tiger.
The Tauren is enormous, no less so than a tiger, and is completely unafraid of a tiger's attack.
Even if they fall to the ground and wrestle, the Tauren will most likely be the one to win in the end.
However, the Runic Spear did not pierce the tiger, for the tiger had vanished, transforming into a venomous snake. It evaded the spear, instead swimming along it to the Tauren Warrior, biting his wrist, and before the Tauren Warrior could react, it swiftly escaped, precisely dodging another blood axe flying from the Orcs wolf rider.
The venomous snake transformed again, becoming a black panther, and charged towards the Orcs wolf rider who had lost two blood axes.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the Tauren Warrior, ignoring his poisoned wounds, quickly picked up the blood axe from the ground and threw it at the Orcs wolf rider.
"Bang!"
However, the Blood Axe didn't fly into the Orcs's hand. The black panther swung its claw in mid-air, knocking the Blood Axe away. Instead of attacking the Orcs, the panther pounced on the Worg Worg's side and bit its calf.
Bang!
The Worg's foreleg was bitten off, and it fell to the ground. The Orcs reacted quickly, rolling on the ground to get up. He rolled right next to the Blood Axe, grabbed it, and strode towards the black panther.
At this moment, the Tauren Warrior and demon Warlock rushed over and surrounded the black panther once again.
"Is it going to turn into a bat and escape again?"
"I would look down on it if I did that!"
"Fight! Fight tooth and nail! We need brutal, hand-to-hand combat!"
Some in the audience shouted, while others remained silent, but they all shared the same thought:
They don't want to see purely skillful victories; they prefer to see bloodshed, even death!
They spend at least one, or even ten, gold coins to watch the match, not a friendly, but a do-or-die battle!
Black Panther disappointed them.
But the tiger didn't!
In the blink of an eye, the black panther transformed into a tiger, then suddenly stood upright and assumed a fighting stance.
The Orcs were the first to charge.
The tiger dodged the Orcs's blood-stained axe and suddenly swung its claw at the Orcs's left cheek. The thick tiger claw sent the Orcs weighed nearly 150 kilograms, spinning around in circles. Several teeth and blood flew out of his mouth, and the poor Orcs spun around in place, dizzy and disoriented.
The tiger turned around, bent over, landed on its front paws, and simultaneously kicked off with both hind legs, landing solidly on the Orcs's chest. The immense force sent the Orcs flying, crashing several meters away.
The Tauren Warrior's Runic Spear thrust forward, but the tiger clung to Runic Spear with its two front legs and pulled hard.
Comparing strength?
The Tauren Warrior also pulled hard, but saw the tiger push him away, and the Tauren was so shaken that he almost fell over.
Before he could regain his balance, the tiger pulled again, dragging the Tauren down so he fell face-first to the ground, the Runic Spear now in the tiger's hands.
The tiger, clutching the Runic Spear, managed to turn it around using only its front legs, even though its claws couldn't grip Runic Spear tightly. It then turned sharply, aiming the spearhead at the throat of the Felguard who had finally charged forward.
Immediately afterwards, it released one of its front legs, and with a powerful slap of its claw at the end of the spear, the Runic Spear flew out, not aimed at the throat, but lowered slightly, striking the demon Warlock squarely in the heart.
In Warlock form, the warlock's defensive capabilities are just like those of a real demon. A single thrust of the Runic Spear cannot pierce the heart, but it does injure it.
Behind him, the Tauren Warrior got up, took the totem pole from his back, and charged at the tiger again.
The tiger ignored him and charged straight at the Warlock, its two front legs gripping the spear tightly once more, ready to thrust with all its might.
Given the size and strength of a tiger, which is 2.5 meters tall when standing upright, a full-force thrust would surely pierce its heart. Even in its demon form, a tiger would be certain to die if its heart were pierced.
A demon Warlock is still Warlock, a spellcaster. His combat experience and skills are no match for those of Tauren Warrior and Orcs wolf riders; he can't react as quickly.
Just then, a furious roar erupted from nearby, Orcs wolf riders cried out, "We surrender!"