adventurers in the sewers

Chapter 86 Orc Hero Unit, Tiga!

Led by the guards, Louis and his party soon arrived at the crowded training ground.

The training ground was quite large, but because it was packed with Frostclaw warriors, only a circular area with a diameter of about 20 meters in the very center remained.

"Make way, everyone. Our human professional is here to watch the battle, so please make room."

The guards leading the way started shouting and yelling.

Seeing this, the orcs on the periphery were not angry at all. Instead, they obediently made way for Louis and his party so that they could easily stand in the front row.

Having witnessed all of this, Louis couldn't help but sigh, "It's really unpleasant to live under someone else's roof."

Even the most powerful warriors in the tribe, capable of taking on ten men each, have to obey the orders of an ordinary guard.

After arriving at the front row, Louis finally got a clear view of what was happening on the ring.

The battle had not yet begun. There was only one person on the stage, sitting on a stone bench at the edge of the stage with his eyes closed, resting.

Without a doubt, this is the current young chieftain of the Frostclaw tribe, the one being challenged.

Louis sized up the other man's appearance, and to sum it up in one sentence, he saw a white tiger.

It's not some physiological term; it really is a white tiger.

It was an orc with a white tiger's head. Her arms, bare waist, and legs were covered with thick fur, and there were black stripes on the snow-white fur.

This should be the appearance of a male beastman who has undergone severe bestial transformation, but judging from the other person's physical characteristics, this is clearly a female beastman.

Putting aside the beast head and hair, this young chieftain's physique is quite in line with human male aesthetics, and he possesses a lithe and wildness that ordinary human women do not have.

She just sat there quietly, exuding an aura of strength.

"Is this the young chieftain of the Frostclaw tribe? He seems quite powerful."

"Dina murmured softly."

Louis's expression turned somewhat strange.

I came here specifically to see catgirls—but why is Fury here too?

Even though the young clan leader's features resembled those of a delicate and adorable cat more than a tiger, Louis still preferred the catgirl.

Of course—he came to watch the young and powerful orcs fight, so his appearance didn't matter.

A short while later, a strong orc, about two meters tall, stepped onto the arena. He had a fierce black panther head.

"Tiga, your father has brought the tribe to this state. What right do you have to sit in the position of junior chieftain?"

The black panther orc sharpened its teeth and growled, "Look at your frail body! You are utterly unworthy to be the future chieftain. Today, in front of all the warriors, I will tear you to pieces!"

The female orc known as Tiga slowly rose from the stone bench and calmly said, "My father was the strongest warrior of the entire tribe. His decisions are not for a piece of trash like you to comment on."

"Want the position of young clan leader? It's simple, kill me."

When she said the last sentence, Tiga's tone became chilling, like the biting winter wind on the wasteland, sweeping over the bodies of every orc present.

"Hoichi"

The black panther orc roared, and with a sudden burst of power from his feet, his body hurtled towards Tiga like a cannonball.

Judging from the speed it unleashed, Louis estimated that this black panther orc had a strength of 17 or even 18 points or more, making it a formidable opponent.

In the blink of an eye, the black panther orc had already reached Tiga, its claws slashing down heavily towards the latter's face.

However, the next second, his claws suddenly stopped in mid-air.

*Pfft*

A black and white tiger claw, stained with blood, pierced through the abdomen of the black panther beastman with a single stab.

The force was so great that it lifted the black panther orc's body, causing his feet to leave the ground.

The black panther orc opened his mouth, but only spat out a string of bloody foam, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Tiga casually tossed her cousin into the crowd, saying indifferently, "Someone drag this piece of trash away to treat his injuries, and then—who's next?"

Louis, who witnessed the whole thing, couldn't help but swallow hard.

He didn't even see when the chop was made.

This female beastman named Tiga is a whole dimension stronger than that black panther beastman.

Is this really the level of a Level 1 professional? Are you sure it's not Level 2?

But Louis knew in his heart that Tiga's level among the orc race was probably equivalent to a level 1 human professional, otherwise why would the black panther orc dare to rush up to his death?

In other words, Tiga can easily crush all other strong opponents of the same level?

Has she already reached Level 1, Five Star? Or is there something more special about her, like—

The words "hero unit" immediately popped into Louis's mind.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Dina and Nora, only to see that the blue-haired girl also looked shocked.

Nora's face was hidden under her hood and could not be seen clearly, but judging from her stiff posture, she was probably deeply moved as well.

Several seconds later, Nora said speechlessly, "I was just saying it casually, but I didn't expect such a special individual to actually appear."

She paused, then added, "Although one battle may not reveal much, I have a strong feeling that this female orc is special."

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Louis also fell into thought.

Is it a coincidence that an orc hero unit appeared in the Frostclaw tribe?

He felt it shouldn't count, since when humans encounter crises, heroes will appear, and other races should have similar situations.

As for whether or not to recruit this young chieftain of the Frostclaw tribe?

Louis's answer was no.

At least for now, the answer is no.

Because he is currently no match for Tiga, he doesn't feel that his team is of any appeal to Tiga.

He might try to invite Tiga to join the team after he has developed for a while longer.

Who wouldn't want such a powerful teammate?

As Louis had predicted, Tiga was incredibly powerful, and every young powerhouse who dared to challenge her was defeated in a single move.

Fortunately, she held back; otherwise, the number of young elites in the Frostclaw tribe would have been drastically reduced after today's battle.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"

Tija stood quietly on the blood-stained arena, her body covered in blood, calmly surveying everyone around her.

Wherever her gaze fell, even the most arrogant orcs had to lower their heads.

"Since no one is challenging me, then this position of young clan leader still belongs to me—"

Tija spoke coldly, but before she could finish, the onlookers suddenly parted to make way for her.

A middle-aged black panther beastman with a powerful aura and wearing a crown slowly walked into the crowd.

He looked at Tiga with a gentle expression and said, "Tiga, my dear niece, as long as you want to be the young clan leader, no one will take this position away from you."

"However, Frostclaw Tribe is too small for you. I've found you a better place to belong."

As he spoke, the acting chief of the Frostclaw tribe stepped aside.

Behind him, a silver-haired woman wearing silver armor and holding a knight's helmet in one hand slowly walked out.

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