The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Suddenly being challenged, Kargas himself was a little confused, but after another thought, he felt that this was indeed a good idea.

If no one can beat her, let him come in person. Kargas never doubted his combat effectiveness, he always believed that he was the strongest.

So the chief of the Shattered Palm clan stood up without hesitation for a second.

"Dare to provoke me, I have to admit, little Delaney,"

As he spoke, he picked up a huge scimitar, which was his main weapon.

"You do have some courage. Well, since you said that, I will play with you and teach you a lesson, so that you know that not everyone can let you provoke."

The orc jumped and fell into the arena, and a loud voice appeared in front of Yrel.

"I admire your untamed wildness,"

There was a strong wicked tone in his tone, and while talking, he walked towards the draenei.

"So I will make an exception not to kill you tonight. I will make a deep impression on you, and then kill you in front of your compatriots under Shattrath City-this is the price of provoking me -"

While uttering the last word, Kargas slammed the scimitar in his right hand.

"Dangling—"

Compared to his previous opponent, Kargath swung much faster. Almost the moment he heard the swing of the knife, the blade came in front of Yrel, giving her almost no chance to react.

However, the conditioned reflex exercised under Ye Ting's devil training played a role.

Without any thought, the girl subconsciously blocked the shield in front of her.

This is so, under the heavy blow, Yrel was still shocked to take two steps back.

Only now did she feel the huge gap between Kargath and the opponent she had faced.

But the strength and speed, Kargath will surpass just a few levels of the opponent.

In the girl's heart, a strong sense of crisis was immediately born.

Will die.

If you don't go all out, you will die.

This is Yrel's straightforward conclusion.

Although the girl’s talent is excellent, Ye Ting’s knowledge transfer and devil training, coupled with the rich experience gained from defeating various enemies in the arena, made Yrel grow from a fresh new to the top. A fighter, but if you want to defeat a veteran powerhouse like Kargath alone?

If Yrel can do it in a few years, but now, she is still a little tender.

But Yrel knew that he was not without advantages.

Her biggest advantage is--

She is not a fighter.

Yes, although Yrel was in the arena for a while, defeating many opponents in a warrior way, but she always understood her position.

She is not a warrior, but a paladin and a shadow knight, a melee professional who manipulates the two energies of light and shadow.

Melee combat is just a means, and manipulation of two energies is the core.

But for a long time, she had never used the power of holy light and shadow, and Kargas knew nothing about her true strength.

The intelligence gap can determine the outcome of a battle.

If Kargas understands this in advance, he may prepare in advance, may not end, or change the way of fighting...

But now, Kargas knows nothing.

As long as this information gap can be used, Yrel believes that he has a chance to win or even kill Kargath.

But she couldn't use this power at the beginning, so as not to alert the other party.

"It seems that it will inevitably have to resist pressure for a while."

Thinking of this, Yrel took a few steps back again, then lowered his body, lowered his center of gravity, and waited for Kargath's attack in the most stable posture.

Compared to the cautious Yrel, Kargas was naturally much more unscrupulous.

She only heard a loud shout, dragging the scimitar with her right hand, and striding towards the draenei in a stride that shook the world.

"When clang clang clang clang clang clang clang -"

A sharp and rough machete slashed across the ground, splashing a string of sparks.

Even among the orcs known for their warriors, there are not many warriors such as Kargath.

If you want to classify these warriors, like the Warchief Blackhand, they should belong to heavy warriors with heavy forces, and those like Grum Hellscream should be regarded as berserkers who are more and more brave in the war.

As for Kargath, who was born as a gladiator, he was closer to the kind known for his agility and skill. In terms of strength and size, he is determined to be unable to compare with such fierce men as Blackhand and Grum.

However, Kargas was classified into this category because he was compared to the top master among the orcs.

For ordinary orcs, that's another matter.

The same is true for draenei girls like Yrel.

If the orc warrior who shot just now charged like a rushing car, then Kargath's charge at this moment is like a fast-moving heavy truck.

The terrifying power of that Wanfu is invincible, aroused the cheers of the orcs in the audience.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Kargas appeared in front of Yrel, the scimitar in his right hand slashed a huge arc, and slashed towards her neck fiercely. The blade drove the air, like a flat ground. Strong wind.

If it can't be resisted, Delaney's beautiful head will fall to the ground in no time.

Yrel subconsciously wanted to block, but the alert that suddenly appeared in her mind made her give up this choice.

"It will die—"

"If you insist on this trick, you will die!"

This is what her instinct told her.

So the girl immediately became a tumbling short body, completely disregarding any elegance and decency, and passed the blow in a rather embarrassing manner.

In the next instant, a lightning-like blade slashed over Yrel's head, the air-piercing air blade even cut a piece of her hair, and then slashed deeply on the ground of the arena, leaving a knife mark.

This result made Yrel's eyelids jump--what a terrible force it was.

No one would have thought that the once king of the arena would have such a terrifying power in his first move after charging. Yrel began to rejoice that he had made the right choice.