by a promise that should they defeat him, they would be freed. They were given a weapon each and then freed. Despite the uneven odds, Solca still won. The orcs returned to their cells nursi

de him from going on with the challenge. He was wearing full battle regalia whish cons

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he fighting and see him in action with their own eyes. He looked at the challengers and his heart almost skipped a beat. The

oday you will know your new Alpha. I have nothing to say than to wish

of nasty miscreants. They ganged up against him but his experience of fighting multiple enemies from different fronts came in handy. Soon, his opponent's lay on the ground writhing in

around him and his attacks were coordinated. He was an experienced fighter. He wielded a huge ringed machete. With each swing of the machete, the rings would whistle as the air passed through them. He fought with brute strength and Solca retaliated by exploiting his speed and agility. Soon, the challenger lay on the sand with Solca's ax on his throat. One by one Solca d

immediately. His name was Pondo. Solca had been contracted by the humans of Russo to to hunt down a wild wolf that turned out to be Pondo. For all he knew, Pondo was dead at the foot of a hundred foot tall cliff. Solca himself had pushed him over with a sword through his stomach. How he'd survived the fall was a mystery. The shifting caught Solca by surprise and b

his hind legs and lifted his muzzle into the air and let out a bloodcurdling howl. It reverberated across the arena sending the arena quiet. As if it had been a command to nature, the wind stopped and it grew eeringly chilly. The two massive wolves circled each other looking for an opportunity to strike. Solca feigned

The grace burned like hell but Solca held on. He could feel the smell of wolfsbane on Pondo's wolf. Pondo scratched again and this time Solca felt dizziness creeping up on him. The claws must have had wolfsbane under them. However, Solca