The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Some of the cowardly draenei were found to be able to deal with Terrorhoof-even by trickery, the orcs were still very dissatisfied.

Seeing that the draenei was dead at this time, they screamed and screamed wildly again.

Looking at the beast rushing in front of him, Yrel was very helpless.

It turned out that she was just an apprentice pastor. Although Ye Ting's training gave her sufficient fighting skills, she did not make a breakthrough in physical strength. And now, when facing a strong enemy, his physical disadvantage as a non-professional fighter has appeared.

"Do you really want to use the power of the Holy Light here?"

Looking at the dread hoof that was getting closer and closer, the girl thought to herself.

According to her and Ye Ting's plan, although the power of the holy light can temporarily restore her physical strength, it is not suitable for her to expose her mastery of this power prematurely, so as to avoid arousing the vigilance of the orcs.

However, looking at the Tabu sheep rushing in front of her, the girl felt that if she didn't use the power of the Holy Light, she might not even have a chance of victory.

Just as the girl was trying to do something, the beast running wild in front of her suddenly had an accident. The horse stumbled and fell to the ground. Under the action of strong inertia, he smashed and rolled a few times before falling in front of her?

"what happened?"

The girl looked up and saw Dreadhoof's hind legs that had been repeatedly attacked by her. At this time, they were already horribly bent at an angle that the joints could not reach, and they were already broken.

It turned out that Dreadhoof's hind leg bones had experienced repeated heavy blows from Yrel. Although they did not break directly, they were already scarred inside. After several violent charges, they finally broke overwhelmed.

This time, the huge size and heavy weight of Dreadhoof itself became Yrel's accomplice.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Seeing this, how could Yrel let this opportunity pass, three steps and two steps to the still groggy Dreadhoof, even without the shield in his hand, holding the warhammer with both hands and lifting it high. Started, rounded up and smashed down fiercely.

Yrel knew that this was her last chance to win. With her physical strength, if Dreadhoof stood up, even if the opponent couldn't start a charge due to the back injury, she would never be able to win.

So at this moment, she had the opportunity to concentrate the strength of her whole body, leaving no room for it.

The heavy warhammer slashed through the air, slamming on the head of Dreadhoof with the sound of wind.

"Crack—"

"Woohoo-"

In a state of emergency, Yrel burst out with unprecedented power, and smashed the skull of Dreadhoof into a big pit with just one blow. The warhammer has been deformed by this blow, and a deep depression has appeared on the huge skull of this mutant Tarbuk.

After receiving such a heavy blow, Fear Hoof let out a high-pitched cry, bleeding in the eye sockets, nostrils, and ears, and completely lost the power to resist.

However, Yrel still felt that this was not enough, so he again mentioned the warhammer that had been deformed, and hammered it on Dreadhoof's head again and again.

"Woohoo-"

"Woohoo-"

"Woo..."

Finally, the mutant Tarbuk that had been rampant for a while could no longer make any sound. Yrel's warhammer turned its head into a mass of meat, and its eyes dimmed at this time.

The terrifying beast, Dreadhoof, has finally lost its life, and Yrel has won the gladiatorial battle.

The entire arena is now quiet, and no one thought that in their view, a weak draenei, and also a draenei woman, actually defeated the terrifying beast, the fear hoof.

Until now, Yrel breathed a sigh of relief, followed by tide-like muscle soreness and exhaustion.

Those few strokes just now almost exhausted all her energy. What she wants to do most now is to sit on the ground and take a good rest.

But now is not the time for her to rest.

So Yrel stepped on the corpse of Dreadhoof and raised the warhammer.

"I, Yrel, won—"

When she said this, she looked at her compatriots, and the rest of the draenei people also raised their weapons and shouted when they saw it. This was fortunate, admiration, and even more grateful.

And then it was the orcs in the audience that began to shout.

Orcs who admire blood and glory hold every strong person in awe-even if it is their enemy. At this moment, they began to cheer for Yrel and their enemies.

This kind of reaction made Yrel deeply understand that their plan to establish prestige in Highmaul Castle through gladiatorial battles had already succeeded the first step.

As long as she can continue to win, she can quickly establish prestige among the captured draenei in Highmaul, which will help her gather her tribe and escape from Highmaul in the future.

However, even if she defeated Dreadhoof, she still could not change her situation as a slave.

After the gladiatorial fight was over, Yrel was brought back to the dark cell, and the glorious gladiator became a prisoner again.

The only difference is that the attitude of the orcs towards her is obviously much better, and the treatment given to her is a little better-not only given her better bedding and food, even the torches lit in the cell are more vigorous than before. a bit.

It seems that her excellent performance has attracted the attention of the arena. According to the talks of the orcs she heard on the way, according to the orcs, it seems that some big people have noticed her and deliberately cultivated her into a star in the arena. Fighter.

Becoming a star gladiator is not only a crisis but also an opportunity.

Compared to ordinary gladiators who are used as cannon fodder, those who are focused on training often do not fight the enemy together with other people. They will play alone, and the opponents they encounter are more dangerous.

But on the other hand, because star gladiators mean more exciting and higher-quality gladiatorial battles, the arena will specifically promote them, and the publicity effect they get for each victory is different.

Although her current combat power is just a bit choking just to defeat a Terrorhoof, Yrel firmly believes that with Ye Ting's help, her ability can definitely make great progress, and eventually succeed in dominating this arena.

The victory of this battle made her feel the effect of Ye Ting's training, and also understood her own shortcomings. After returning to the prison, she couldn't wait to continue training.

But before that, she must first recover her tired body.

Chapter 1059: Unqualified Leader

"Um... hey... this feeling..."

"...How could it be... so...comfortable..."

"...Mr. Sander...Um...you can...try harder..."

"... there... yes... it's there..."

"Oh……"

At this moment, Yrel's soft and sweet voice floated in the dark and cold cage.

At this moment, Yrel was lying on his back on Ye Ting's knee, enjoying his massage on her.

The golden holy light shines in Ye Ting’s hands. This extremely sacred energy has now become a massage prop. The warm holy light moisturizes the flesh and presses on Draenei’s tired muscles with his technique. All at once made Yrel comfortably yell out.

I tried it myself to know that compared to humans, Draenei’s skin was much smoother, and it was not much better than the higher elves. In Ye Ting’s eyes, at least compared to Sylvanas and Alleria. Is such that.

In addition, the draenei also has a point that Ye Ting appreciates, that is, the lack of hair: except for the tail, hair, eyebrows and other parts, the main skin parts of the body rarely see body hair, and it is as smooth as silk. Generally, it feels great when touching, and at the same time it is very sensitive—every time Ye Ting's hand passes, he can feel an uneasy tremor in it.