No matter what, the human soldier had already rushed in front of him.

Even if Popolun didn't listen to the movement on the ground, he still knew what was passing quickly in the rustling woods in front of him.

Popolon picked up the short knife and prepared a blessing spell in the other hand.

However, no matter how superb this person's archery skills are, it is meaningless as long as he gets up close.

Popolon was confused by the stupidity of this marksman who dared to give up his advantage and choose to fight with him in close combat.

If this person continues to shoot cold arrows in the dark, you may not be able to do anything about him, and you may even get caught in it.

But if it was a close fight, he didn't think he would lose.

"Barron, Dibulo, Azu... (curse)"

Popolun is not a simple warrior, he is also a priest of the beast god.

Most of the skills of the Beast God Priest have enhanced effects, so the Beast God Priest not only needs to be proficient in spells and spells, but also needs to improve his basic strength.

Perhaps the strengthening effect Popolun gave him was not as good as the "ancestral totem" contained in the golden bloodline that could improve all his attributes, but it also greatly improved the power of his hands.

The muscles in his arms swelled, and the veins in his already quite strong arms now popped out, making them thicker than before. Then he held the handle of the knife with both hands and began to accumulate strength.

The opponent was about to rush in front of him, and the vegetation blocked his line of sight. Naturally, it was difficult to discern the specific situation of Popolun.

Therefore, Popolun is at an advantage geographically, and he plans to kill the opponent with this first strike.

After a while, the footsteps became louder and louder. The branches on the right side of Popolun shook violently, shaking off a few yellow leaves.

A human wearing armor and holding a sword ran out of the woods next to him. Popolon pretended to be one of the dead wolf-headed men and kept his body close to the ground.

The other party ran to Popolun and stopped, poking at the corpse on the ground with the sword in his hand. Apparently, he didn't realize that Popolun lying beside him was actually still alive.

The moment the human warrior turned around, Popolun suddenly jumped up, swung the short knife that had been charging in his hand and slashed at his back.

However, Popolun still underestimated this human being. It seemed that this person had anticipated Popolun's sneak attack from the beginning.

When Popolun jumped up, the human suddenly turned around, waved the long sword in his hand, and blocked the incoming sword light.

But Popolun's sword was struck with great force, and the man responded hastily after all. The blow forced him to take a few steps back before he could recover from Popolun's attack.

Popolun was a little surprised when he saw that his sneak attack failed.

I thought that this knife could decapitate this human being, but I didn't expect that it was actually blocked by this human being.

He frowned, holding the short knife tightly in his hand, observing the human being in front of him.

This man is wearing a suit of armor with a lion tattoo on it, and a blue cloth strip is tied to his left shoulder. If you look closely, it should be a certain flag.

Judging from the physical characteristics of this human being, he should be a male and still in his prime.

The armor this man was wearing seemed familiar to Popolun. He thought for a while, and then said with a panicked expression:

"Badafenle!"

"Oh, you still have some sense, you beast!"

Heimer's tone was frivolous, but in fact Popollan's sneak attack just now made his scalp numb.

A small gash had been torn open in the right hand holding the sword. If he hadn't known that one of the three wolf-headed men was still alive and had taken precautions, he might have passed away to heaven by now.

Judging from the previous fight, this wolf-headed man seemed to be much stronger than ordinary wolf-headed men, and Heimer did not dare to be careless.

Heimer gripped the sword tightly, changed his steps, and adjusted his position.

He carefully observed the opponent's movements in order to prepare for the next attack of the wolf-headed man.

Popollen gritted his teeth and made a growl in his throat.

He couldn't believe that he would actually encounter "Badafener" here.

Orcs and humans have been fighting for so many years, and there have been existences on both sides that have given their opponents a lot of headaches.

The Behemoth Legion, the Orc Royal Guard, the Khajiit Heavy Armored Army and the Wolf-Headed Scouts under the Sharjah Empire are all battlefield harvesters that make the enemy fearful.

However, humans have also organized several well-trained and well-equipped elite legions to fight against the racially superior orc army.

The most famous of them is the Badafingre Corps.

This human legion once took advantage of the large-scale invasion of orcs into the human border and the internal emptiness.

With five thousand elite cavalry, they rushed into the territory of the Sharjah Empire and not only sacked the three major cities of the orcs, but even nearly reached the royal city of Sharjah.

The tens of thousands of orc defenders could only allow this army to cause trouble in the country and were unable to destroy this fierce human army.

At that time, the Orc King, who had no choice but to negotiate, asked the commander of this army their names, and these hard-blooded men laughed and replied: "Badafenr".

So the orcs called all members of this legion "Badafenr".

But even if it's "Badafenr", Popolan won't be afraid of anything.

But how could we meet "Badafener" here?

He had already received the good news and said: "This legend has disappeared."

With the help of Vulcan's power, didn't they completely eliminate these humans?

He didn't believe that these weak humans could actually escape from the hands of "gods", or that what was in front of him was a fish that slipped through the net.

But can I defeat this "Badafener" with my own strength?

Will Lord Nursa's plan go unexpectedly unexpectedly?

"Barendisardibrun...(Ancestors! I have offered sacrifices to you, please bring us victory!)"

Popolon prayed and waved the short knife in his hand again. He took the initiative and rushed towards Heimer with the intention of a quick fight.

He had to go back quickly to report this to Nursha. He didn't know if there were other "Badafenr" nearby, which made Popolun very panicked.

When Heimer saw the wolf-headed man attacking, he turned sideways and refused to resist the wolf-headed man's strength. The long sword in his hand collided with the short knife in the wolf-headed man's hand, causing sparks to fly.

Popollen continued to swing his short sword, his blade was shorter, while the sword in Heimer's hand was longer.

Short weapons are naturally more flexible and easier to use, but they also mean that the attack range is shorter.

Popolun had to get close to his face to effectively hurt Heimer, but Heimel took advantage of the length of his sword to avoid a head-on confrontation with Popolun.

The sword blade clashed with the dagger many times, and every time Popollen tried to use his legs to close the distance. Heimer jumped to one side, trying to escape while fighting.

He saw that although he had the upper hand, his attacks were still unable to be effective.

Popolun was very angry, but the other party kept fishing for Popolun so that Popolun could not get close to him.

In this way, the time for strengthening Popolon's hand began to pass.

Bang!

At the moment when the weapons clashed, Heimer felt that the strength in the opponent's hands was no longer as good as before, and he immediately began to fight back.

This time, Heimer did not jump to both sides again, but used his legs to thrust forward with the tip of his sword.

Popolun was caught off guard by the sudden attack launched by this human being who had always been a coward.

In addition, his hands happened to have entered a period of weakness due to the failure of the blessing, and he was unable to hold the handle of the knife for a while, causing the dagger to fall off.

At this time, Heimel immediately seized the opportunity and chopped Popolon's head directly.

But even though Popolun lost his weapon, he didn't panic much.

Seeing Heimer slashing the sword towards him, he did not dodge, but directly grabbed the blade of the sword with his bare hands.

Popolon's hands were cut open by the sword, and the flesh and skin were cut open, but they were still stuck on the bones.

At this moment, Heimer found that he was in a dilemma. The sword was tightly held by the opponent, and he could neither advance half an inch nor pull the sword out of the opponent's hand.

"Dorokuka (go to hell)!"

Popollen endured the pain in his hands and bared his fangs at Heimel, who was very close.

Just when he was about to bite off Heimer's neck, Popolun felt a pain in his neck, and his whole body suddenly lost all strength.

And Heimer took advantage of the moment when he lost strength, pulled out the long sword from Popolun's hand, and slashed the bloody sword towards Popolun's throat.

There was a cut on Popolun's neck, and the wound was bleeding profusely.

Popolun's eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

He covered his throat with his bloody hands, and found the source of the first pain in his neck - a crossbow arrow.

yes!

This human warrior was not equipped with a crossbow, so obviously there was another marksman.

The marksman had been looking for an opportunity. Just when Popolun stretched his neck to expose the thin ring of skin on his neck, he decisively shot the crossbow arrow in his hand.

Popolun fell to the ground, his whole body convulsing and twitching.

But he just couldn't let himself stand up again. The blood spurting out from his throat was taking away his strength and life...

"Nice job, boy!"

For this timely arrow, Heimer was very grateful.

At this time, the forest began to rustle again, and with his dying consciousness, Popoln could tell that two people were walking towards here.

Are there really other companions?

Popolun was unwilling. If it weren't for the sharpshooter, he believed he could kill this "Badafenr".

"It's okay, I know you can avoid it yourself."

A young, almost immature voice came from the forest.

Popolun turned his head to the side, wanting to see what their real killer looked like.

"Gu...gu...!"

Popollon's mouth opened and closed, and blood bubbled in his mouth.

His throat was cut open, and the throat was "whirring" for air. It was like a broken flute, unable to make any sound.

But before he completely lost his vision, his consciousness fell into darkness, and his pulse stopped, Popolun could still clearly see the appearance of the marksman.

He is a handsome-looking human boy, about twelve or thirteen years old.

The young man held a crossbow that was longer than his arm length, and a slovenly man followed closely behind him holding a pile of luggage. Their mouths opened and closed, obviously talking about something.

Popolan doesn't understand human language and is losing his hearing, so he certainly doesn't know what they are talking about.

Popolun, who fell to the ground, still stared wide-eyed, and the figure of one of them was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it overlapped with a certain prophecy widely circulated in the tribe.

When he realized that the scene in front of him was not an illusion, Popolon's heart, which should have been getting slower and slower, began to beat fiercely again.

Wise ancestors...is this what you want to tell me?

Popolun kept staring at the human boy, trying to say something with his broken throat, but it only accelerated the loss of blood and accelerated his death.

"Rest in peace..."

The human boy walked up to the wolf-headed man who was still struggling desperately. Seeing the blood that dyed the ground red, he couldn't help but admire the wolf-headed man's tenacious vitality.

He knelt down beside Popolun and tried to pull out the steel crossbow from the wolf-headed man's neck.

But at this moment, he felt as if he heard what the wolf-headed man had been saying.

The young man lowered his head slightly and listened to the whisper in the werewolf's throat.

"Glenbrundo Fudi... (Devil with black hair and black eyes...are you here to destroy us again)?"

The young man with black hair and black eyes smiled, as if he understood what he said.

The young man pulled out the crossbow arrow stuck in his neck. The triangular arrowhead was covered with flesh and blood. After tearing open the fatal wound, more blood spurted out.

The warm and sticky blood spread slowly on the grass, like spreading a red carpet on the ground.

However, the red liquid soon stopped flowing from Popolon's neck.
Chapter completed!