Seeing that Black Knife's weapon was temporarily trapped, the other werewolf warriors immediately took advantage of the situation to kill them. The scimitar was mixed with sharp claws, mercilessly cutting through the enemy's body. Black Knife instantly had one after another criss-crossing wounds all over his body.
, bloody and bloody.
Before that, the werewolves had killed more than twenty people in battle and only received a few moderate blows from the black sword, which shows the extraordinary power after becoming mad.
Almost at the same moment, Zheer, who had also been blessed by the power of the war song, roared into a state of madness together with the Orc Grenadier. It was only then that it suddenly became apparent that Zheer was also a half-orc.
Generally speaking, the physical characteristics of half-orcs are obviously different from those of pure-blooded orcs and barbarians. Especially the exceptionally raised forehead is the iconic physical appearance of half-orcs, which anyone can recognize at a glance. However,
For some unknown reason, the above rules do not seem to apply to Zheer's case. It was only when he entered pseudo-madness due to the "breath of the god of war" that his half-orc nature was suddenly revealed.
It seems that he is angry at the despicable sneak attack from the corridor, and seems to be a strong self-reflection for his failure to protect his mistress. Zer's degree of madness is much deeper than that of other grenadiers. And it is different from other orcs with palms.
Using the ax as a throwing weapon, Zheer, who went berserk, opened his hands and while roaring, quickly condensed a cold frost throwing spear from the air.
"No! That bastard actually has the blood of an ice giant. Get out of the way!" Black Knife immediately noticed Zheer's explosion and immediately shouted.
Ice giants are indigenous people who live in the glacial areas of the extreme north of the wilderness.
Unlike the Titans, who have lived on the ice fields south of Brakada for generations and have mastered a high degree of civilization and powerful power, the ice giants are uncivilized wild giants. In terms of blood, they are related to the "sub-giants" such as the cyclops and mountain giants.
"Relatively close.
Of course, the proud Titans never admit that the so-called "sub-giant" races have any connection or connection with themselves. Although, just from the appearance, there is not much difference between the Titans and the sub-giants.
Because they have lived in extremely cold glaciers for a long time, ice giants are born with certain special ice spell-like abilities. According to legend, the most powerful deep blue ice giant can even fly high in the sky with a spear of condensed freezing air.
The giant dragon was shot down in one fell swoop. Therefore, if there is no last resort, no one would be so idle as to run to the extreme northern wilderness, risk being smashed into meat patties or directly frozen into popsicles, and offend the ice giant. Likewise.
, unable to leave the cold zone, the ice giant's footprints have always been limited to glaciers.
Therefore, generally speaking, for this world, the tyrannical ice giants can still be classified as "peaceful races"...
But the Zer in front of him turned out to be a half-orc with the blood of an ice giant, which almost once again subverted the inherent common sense of Black Knife, a veteran. It is no wonder that the noble Behemoth Shaman would let such an unattractive short barbarian act as a
Followers, it turns out that they have such a secret background.
However, Black Knife's warning was still a step too late.
In almost just one breath, a frost throwing spear exuding biting coldness has been completely formed in Zheer's hand. But it can be seen that Zheer has tried his best to condense this throwing spear. A pair of rough hands
He was almost trembling constantly to maintain the stability of the Frost Throwing Spear. I believe that if he had not received the powerful assistance of the "breath of the God of War", with his current level, he would not be able to stimulate the ice giant blood in his body to summon the Throwing Spear.
"Taglo! (Die)"
With a violent roar, Zheer suddenly took a step forward, took aim slightly, and then linked his waist and arms, turning his whole body into a "turret" that fired fiercely, and threw the frost spear in his hand fiercely.
"Whoa!"
With an unusually beautiful blue crystal frost trail, the spear flew towards the depths of the corridor like a brilliant aurora.
But in the corridor, Moriarty had no way to dodge and was almost helpless.
"careful!"
At the critical moment, White jumped forward, flew out, and directly blocked the entrance of the corridor with his body.
With a soft "pop" sound, the Frost Spear hit Walter's right shoulder squarely, then completely pierced through, and then fell heavily to the ground as White, shattering to pieces.
After being stunned for a moment, Moriarty suddenly woke up from the shock and immediately rushed forward to hold White, who had been seriously injured and unconscious, in his arms and quickly dragged him into the corridor.
At this time, White's face was as pale as wax paper. No blood flowed out from the shoulder that was penetrated by the frost spear, but it was strangely blocked by a large number of blue ice spikes, making it extremely cold. Moreover, a thin blue-gray layer
The frost was centering on the wound and spreading towards White's chest and right arm. Moriarty touched it and found that it was impossible to peel it off, and the touch was so cold that it seemed to turn his flesh and blood into ice.
Looking at White who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in his arms, Moriarty gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot.
For the first time since waking up in this new world, Moriarty felt a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness.
"Get out of my way!"
Seeing that White was severely injured while trying to protect Moriarty, Black Knife roared and slashed with all his strength, temporarily forcing the surrounding werewolf warriors to take a step back. Then he quickly turned around and rushed towards the corridor.
He used his back to resist a heavy blow from the orc grenadier's palm axe, and the black knife rushed into the corridor with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Entering the passage, Black Knife glanced at the two people quickly, and at the same time hung the black saber directly back on his back armor, then he picked up the injured White, and at the same time grabbed Moriarty's arm tightly, and walked along the way.
He ran quickly towards the inside of the corridor.
"Pursuit!"
Seeing Black Knife quickly disappearing into the dark passage with Moriarty and the injured White, the female werewolf immediately led the remaining werewolf warriors in pursuit, leaving only Zer and the slow-moving Orc Grenadier behind.
Because he was almost completely carrying the extra weight of two adults, coupled with the werewolf's keen sense of smell, Black Knife had been unable to get rid of the pursuers behind him. If he did not have enough understanding of the architectural structure of this black market and was familiar with all the passages,
Bu, after several sharp turns through hidden forks, the three of them might have been overtaken by the werewolf warriors who moved like the wind.
As the black knife kept escaping and the enemy pursued, the three of them were soon reappeared and driven back to the "Black Knife Arsenal" located in the deepest part of the old prison. Once here, there was almost no way out.
.
In the end, relying on the narrow terrain with the only entrance and exit passage, the black sword that re-drawn the Zhanma sword finally managed to secure the main entrance of the arsenal. The narrow corridor that could only allow two people to pass side by side greatly restricted the werewolf.
The numerical superiority of the soldiers forced them to use the terrifying oil-licking tactics to fight forward.
After quickly killing the two werewolves who were leading the attack, Beamon immediately scaled back his offensive and exited the passage that was unfavorable to him.
Obviously, as the leader, Behemoth Shaman also saw that without the siege of collective fighting, only a small number of pseudo-crazy werewolf warriors were still far from the opponents of the mid-level peak human warriors. Wave after wave of "singles" came forward like this
"Fighting alone" will only cause unnecessary casualties and consume the lives of your own soldiers.
"Haha, she wolf cub, you should come in. Otherwise, if you wait a little longer, the big shots in the inner castle will probably come to hunt." In line with the usual busy style of losing the battle, the black knife was guarding the entrance.
, shouting loudly at the female werewolf who was retreating, as if the one who was being chased and beaten just now was not herself but the other party.
"Humph, a big shot in the inner fort? Don't worry, no one will come out of the inner fort before three o'clock in the morning." On the other side, Behemoth Shaman smiled coldly, directly exposing Black Knife's psychological warfare:
"As for the patrols outside who only watch the scenery, I'm afraid they don't have the guts to patrol here. It is said that your Sir Glass has done something dirty several times and severely punished those guys who dared to approach the black market to make money.
."
"Damn it, this she-wolf even knows this!" Hearing Glass's name, Black Blade couldn't help but yelled loudly again.
It seems that this extremely bold female werewolf shaman had undergone careful investigation in advance and had a full understanding of all aspects of the "Ford Night Market" before she dared to take advantage of the fire and commit such a catastrophe in the Ford Fortress.
case.
"Hmph, even if you finally succeed here, do you think you and your men can escape? This time, you played too hard and almost cut off a certain big shot's financial path. That is, chasing Klagdoso
(Krulod's royal capital), even the general will not let you go." Black Sword suppressed his anger and continued to bicker with the female werewolf.
"Kragdoso? Do you think that 'Count of Salon' Mr. Strilup would dare to step out of this fortress?" Behemoth Shaman said indifferently: "You and me.
Everyone knows that this 'brave' general has been busy setting up various trendy salon parties since he came to Ford three years ago. In his eyes, the appeal of dresses and perfumes is probably far greater than that of long swords and
Armor. And thanks to him, many people in the wilderness have had a much better life in the past few years."
"..." Heidao was completely speechless in response to the female werewolf's questioning. It seemed that the empty threats were of no use at all.
"As for our retreat, haha, the dead don't need to know." Having said this, the female werewolf suddenly waved her hand, and several werewolf warriors on the side who had escaped from the mad state began to lift the wooden weapons on their shoulders.
The bucket was lowered.
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Tomorrow is the weekend again. There will be two updates.
