The first thousand two hundred and forty-three chapters Enzo played
The Khajiit warrior is only about three meters tall. Among the orcs, his figure can only be considered average.
The height of the orcs is directly linked to their bloodline and strength. This tiger warrior with a low-level combat power in the sky is at most a middle- and lower-class warrior among the tiger clan. If placed in the human empire, he would be an ordinary local garrison.
The level of elite warriors in the country is not yet qualified to be the main force of the orc clan's strong fighting legion.
He is such a Khajiit warrior. He simply wears a half-breasted breastplate to cover his heart, a short animal skin skirt, and a cloak made of ordinary burlap. This is
All the armor on his body, the cold wind from the Odin Icefield whipped up the blizzard and beat on him, but he didn't feel cold at all. The thick body hair on his body effectively helped him resist the cold invasion.
Holding a double-edged battle ax weighing at least two thousand kilograms in one hand, the Khajiit warrior raised his huge tiger head and shouted carelessly towards Enzo and others standing on the castle wall: "Hey,
Human, how about you come down and play with me? You just won a game, and we are not ready for the next charge, so let's play first?"
Enzo looked at this low-level Khajiit warrior with cold eyes. His combat power was only at the lower level of heaven. Enzo could pierce his head with just a spit of foam.
But Enzo couldn't do this. On his resume, he was just a branch of a declining aristocratic family in the city of Malte in the Province of East. He had the power of heaven, and he came to Berelli to seek a birthplace.
Fortunately, I climbed all the way to where I am today.
He cannot give up this identity, so he cannot reveal his combat power above the heavenly level.
The tiger warrior saw the silence on top of the city. He couldn't help but grinned: "Look, how many of you have I killed in these days? There are more than three hundred old men and more than five hundred old ladies. Hey. It's a pity that there are no young people.
People asked me to kill them, but I raped no less than a hundred of you human young women! Their skin is very delicate, and their screams are very nice!"
The ax struck the ground with force, splitting a sleeping cow stone into two pieces. The Khajiit warrior laughed loudly: "Also, I roasted those delicate human women and ate them. Well, they were crunchy.
It tastes so good! Hahaha. It’s much more tender than the meat of those monsters.”
Enzo took a deep breath, looked at the bloodshot soldiers around him, and then jumped off the city wall.
He pulled out his bayonet and strode towards the tiger warrior: "Orc, fight me like a real warrior, don't croak like a bitch here. Do you think killing the old and weak, abusing women and children?
Is it a very interesting thing? Then one day, I will return it to you!"
The tiger warrior shook his head disapprovingly: "Give it back to us? You weak humans can't do this!"
Enzo had walked less than three meters in front of the Khajiit warrior. His body suddenly rushed forward, and a bit of cold light caused a terrible sound of breaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, it reached the throat of the Khajiit warrior. The Khajiit warrior had no idea.
He didn't expect Enzo to be so fast. In a hurry, he turned over backward in panic, and the stabbing sword wiped his nose with the cold air.
Enzo had already rushed in front of the Khajiit warrior. He twisted his body obliquely and flicked his hips hard. The huge physical power exploded and hit the Khajiit warrior between the legs. Just listen.
There were two crisp sounds, and the tiger warrior let out a hysterical howl. He dropped his double-edged battle axe, covered his lower body with his hands in embarrassment, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Before the tiger warrior could stand up, Enzo had already thrust his sword into his throat, pinning him to the ground.
The orc's vitality was tenacious, and blood spurted out several meters high along the blood groove on the stabbing sword. However, the orc's limbs still twitched crazily and squirmed for a long time, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.
Enzo sneered. He pulled out his stabbing sword and tore open the cloak that the orc was wearing. A hidden pocket in the cloak was opened, and more than two hundred gold coins and more than five hundred gold coins were revealed.
Silver coins were scattered all over the floor, and there were even twenty or so luxurious rings inlaid with pearls and gemstones mixed in. Several rings were engraved with heart-shaped coats of arms and the names of a man and a woman, which are ancestral heirlooms of certain families.
wedding rings.
"Bandits!" Enzo raised his blood-stained bayonet, then looked back at the soldiers on the city top: "You see clearly, they are a group of robbers. They plundered money, plundered all wealth, and killed old people.
Abuse our women and children! Even if we die here, we can’t let them pass through Black Crow Gorge!”
The soldiers stared at the money on the ground. They did not look at the gold and silver coins, but stared at the simple family heirloom rings with male and female surnames on them. This kind of ring has always been passed down from generation to generation.
When the young people in the family enter into a marriage contract, the elders will give them this pair of rings as a symbol of blessing and the continuation of the family.
When such an ancestral ring appears in the hands of an orc, it proves that at least one family has suffered a devastating blow.
This represents the killing of a large number of old people and children, the robbery of countless women, the smoke everywhere, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
This kind of thing is happening in the five major provinces in the north. If these ferocious orcs cannot be blocked to the north of the Black Crow Gap defense line, then this kind of thing will happen in the central province around Beleli and the core province further south.
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The population density of the central provinces is more than double that of the northern provinces, and many southern provinces, considered the cradle of the empire, are even more densely populated. Most of the Gallic Empire's financial and tax revenue relies on the southern provinces.
.If the orcs were allowed to get through, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Even if they die in battle, we can't let them move forward!" An ordinary soldier raised the heavy machete in his hand and howled at the top of his lungs. The faint and thin fighting spirit on his body flickered, and he successfully passed away.
He broke through from the upper level to the lower level, from an ordinary warrior to a high-level elite warrior.
The blood of the soldiers was gushing. They used the brave fighting spirit in their hearts to circulate their fighting spirit, regardless of their lives. In just a few breaths, more than twenty soldiers stepped into the position, and there were hundreds of soldiers.
Successfully raised his fighting spirit by one level.
Enzo showed a satisfied smile. He could see that the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Corps were real elites. Their daily training was not watered down. After going through brutal training on the battlefield, they were able to break through in such a short time.
Despite their own limitations, they are obviously all truly elite.
Turning around, Enzo walked slowly down the gentle slope towards the group of stunned orcs.
Standing in the middle of the gentle slope, Enzo raised his fingers to those powerful orcs: "Here comes someone who dares to fight me alone! Fight me alone like a real warrior! You are the heroes of the invincible beast god.
Descendants, are you actually afraid of a human challenge?"
The orcs let out angry gasps, and one of the tallest werewolf cavalry climbed on his mount, urging the warg to make a harsh and hoarse howl, and rushed towards Enzo like a gray wind.
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Still more than a hundred meters away from Enzo, the werewolf warrior had already waved his scimitar and firmly locked Enzo's neck.
The short-distance sprint speed of a warg is faster than the best horse. With such high speed, the werewolf warrior can easily pull off the head of a rhinoceros with just a push of the scimitar in his hand. Not to mention ordinary
The delicate human neck.
The resources of the orcs are poor, and their civilization is extremely underdeveloped. The scimitar in the hand of this werewolf warrior is in tatters, and there are several thumb-sized nicks on the blade. Such a scimitar is placed in the human empire, even if it is
Members of the militia joint defense team disdain to use it.
But look at the shining blood on the edge of this scimitar. This scimitar has harvested the lives of at least dozens of people during this alien invasion. The blood and innocent souls dyed the edge of the scimitar red, becoming
This is a symbol of the werewolf warrior's military exploits.
Enzo's eyes were also locked on the werewolf warrior's scimitar. He still didn't use any fighting spirit. Just when the scimitar was about to scratch his neck, he raised his magic stabbing sword and gently touched the sword tip.
Gently tap the largest notch on the scimitar blade.
With a 'clang', the scimitar made of hundreds of refined iron suddenly shattered. The werewolf warrior's hand was light, and his body immediately lost his balance.
Enzo's stabbing sword pierced through his weakness like a poisonous snake, accurately piercing the heart of the werewolf warrior. The werewolf warrior's face suddenly turned pale, and his body flew up from the back of the warg, like a rag bag
He fell heavily to the ground.
The warg that had lost its master let out a shrill howl, turned around, and charged at Enzo fiercely.
Facing this ferocious and huge hungry wolf, Enzo's faint purple-gold fighting spirit flashed, and a sword energy shot out from the top of the stabbing sword, hitting the wolf's forehead and piercing its head with a thumb-thickness.
of transparent holes.
The warg landed on the ground, its huge body slid forward more than ten meters, and lay just at Enzo's feet.
Enzo grabbed the two coarse cloth bags hanging from the warg's buttocks. He opened the tightly tied ropes at the bag mouths and poured the contents onto the ground.
Some gold coins, some silver coins, some tea leaves, and then a set of silver tableware. Inside the silver teapot, Enzo found a dozen pieces of exquisite jewelry, including a precious necklace inlaid with a thumb-sized ruby.
There are still blood stains on it. There is no need to ask more about the fate of the original owner of the necklace. The blood stains are enough to explain her whereabouts.
Enzo dropped these things, provocatively grabbed the body of the werewolf warrior, and stabbed more than a dozen holes in his body with his bayonet sword.
"Come on, fight! Come on, a real warrior, fight me like a real warrior!"..)
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