Chapter 1066 Yrel's Fallen Arena

Kargath's height is nearly two meters, which is quite high among the orcs. Compared to the 1.8-meter Yrel, it is also a head taller, but if you add the width and thickness of the body, the two sides are completely heavenly. Difference.

Some people might think that the average tall person must be sluggish. In fact, many gladiators had this idea. Then their heads were cut off by Kargas.

High power means slow speed, and fast speed means low power. This formula has never been established in Kargath.

Although it was a bit worse than people like Grum and Blackhand, there were only a handful of people who could surpass Kargas in power.

As for Yrel, although the girl also has a strange power, her power can't reach the subversion in a short time, and it can't be compared with Kargath.

In addition, Kargas has a huge advantage that strengthens his agility advantage-he uses two one-handed weapons, and his left hand has been replaced by a blade.

Perhaps the tradition of the Shattered Palm clan makes Kargath's daily life very inconvenient, but it is another matter to put it in battle.

People often praise someone for making the sword so flexible as if the arm is extended. But no matter how flexible a weapon is, it is basically impossible to be more flexible than your own hands.

But Kargath's use of the blade of his left hand can fully qualify as this idiom.

Like now--

Just when Yrel stopped rolling and was glad that he had escaped, suddenly a dark shadow flashed by the corner of his eye.

Without even thinking, the girl immediately swung the warhammer to greet her.

"Dangling—"

The sound of weapon handover sounded.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that it was a slash from Kargath's left-hand blade. It was the second one that was immediately connected after the first one was used, and it was just held up by her warhammer.

Although the strength was a little bit better than the first strike, the speed was beyond that.

This time the parry was very thrilling. If she was a little later, Kargath's blade would pass through her body, and even if it didn't kill her, she would immediately lose combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for Yrel's rich combat experience under Ye Ting's training, and excellent conditioning, it would be impossible for ordinary people to block this.

In fact, the two-handed combo just now is what Kargas is good at: the powerful right-handed knife is just a superficial threat, in fact the flexible and swift left-handed blade is the real cruel killer.

In the ogre arena, many "genius" gladiators died in his hands in this way.

"If you can catch my trick, it seems that you are not in vain."

Kargas didn't care when the assault was resisted, but gave the girl an unexpected glance.

"However, this is just the beginning—see the power of the king of the arena—"

Then, the scimitar in his right hand was pulled up, and then severely chopped down again.

At the same time, the left hand that had just been retracted also came out from the other direction, and the blade blocked Yrel's dodge direction.

Flexible use of the two-handed weapon attack frequency advantage to attack from multiple directions, making the opponent at a loss and creating weaknesses, this is Kargath's best tactics.

Yrel, who had already tested the enemy's strength, naturally did not dare to fight hard. When she could not dodge, she had to swing a warhammer to barely block the blade of Kargath's left hand. At the same time, he turned a little sideways and deflected the scimitar with a backhand shield, which was regarded as stopping this wave of offensive.

The price is that the left hand holding the shield is buzzing and painful.

But Kargas was originally a type known for his agility, and his offensive could not have only two.

So the next step is to open the bow like a violent storm, the left hand blade and the right hand scimitar continuously swung towards Yrel.

"when--"

"Ding Dong!"

"Dang Cang!"

Under this terrible offensive, Yrel could not be completely resisted, and a good fighter had to sway from side to side like a thief, stepping flexibly, evading in a variety of postures, and barely dodge the talent. Shot to resist.

There is still a positive side to being thin in size-at least it can increase the dodge rate. But even so, she couldn't resist every blow.

Every attack from the scimitar's heavy sinking is deadly. Yrel can only deal with this attack first, and the price is that he can't dodge as much as the blade of Kargath's left hand left several wounds on his body.

The scars were distributed on the arms, thighs, shoulders, and waist. Each of the scars was not too deep and not fatal, but bloodstains flowed out from each of them, and they flowed more and more with Yrel's vigorous exercise.

That is simply bleeding.

Perhaps Kargath had this idea.

He used violent storm attacks to force his opponent, so that she had no time to take care of the wounds on her body, and the accumulation of wounds caused more and more blood loss.

For a moment and a half, Yrel was able to survive with his own physical strength, but over time, the consequences of excessive blood loss would always be so great that it directly determines the outcome of the battle.

And this moment came faster than imagined.

Frequent parry and heavy attacks made Yrel’s wrists gradually unable to support, even the tiger’s mouth was bleeding, and the body’s blood loss made the girl in battle feel dizzy and dizzy, and even the movements were a little deformed. .

And the experienced Kargath keenly grasped this flaw.

"Dangling—"

It was another heavy slash.

But this time Kargas changed his force and hit the edge of the shield with the blade of a scimitar.

Yrel originally tried to deflect the enemy's attack direction with his dexterity and the curved surface of the shield just like before, to resolve the blow, but under Kargath's design, the weapons of the two sides had a head-to-head collision.

As a result, Yrel was completely smashed by this blow, and the shield in his hand was smashed tens of meters away because of his weak wrist.

"bump!"

The draenei girl flew for several meters under this heavy and heavy attack, and then fell to the ground in embarrassment, losing most of the resistance.

When she barely got up from the ground, Kargas had already walked in front of her. He dropped the scimitar in his right hand and pinched Yrel's white neck with his wide palm.

His strength was so great that Yrel's face was flushed, and she was about to suffocate.

"The weak must learn to obey, not stupidly resist." Kargas let out a sneer, "Now, let me teach you what obedience is."

He seemed to intend to enjoy the defeated as his own spoils on the spot, but he was proud that he did not realize that even though the draenei girl had fallen into desperation at this time, there was a smug smile on her face.

The next moment, Kargas felt a huge force propping his hands apart, and at the same time pushed him away violently.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, making him almost unable to open his eyes.

I saw a golden round shield enveloping the draenei girl in front of her, protecting her. At the same time, unknown golden runes lingered around the shield, appearing powerful and mysterious.

That is the proud technique of the Paladin, which can make the Paladin temporarily immune to all damage [Holy Shield Art].