The dark swamp monsters who fled one by one fell under the knife of this dwarf butcher who was less than half their height.
Bogul roared angrily, and his battle ax split open the ankle of a low-level swamp monster. Another battle ax whizzed over and cut into its other foot. Scarlet blood splashed on the dwarf butcher's face, making him
He felt great satisfaction.
With the sound of snoring and snoring, Bogul pulled out his battle ax and brutally split open the Swamp Monster's abdomen. Blood and intestines flowed out along the terrible wound. Amid the painful screams, Bogul took aim.
the next goal.
Butchers are aliens among dwarves. They have superb fighting skills and are as passionate as fire. They wander in the forests and mountains, looking for every opponent worth fighting in order to die gloriously in a bloodthirsty battle. It can be said that dwarf butchers
They are just a killing machine. They are fighting all the time, looking for their opponents.
On the battlefield, these dwarfs usually do not wear heavy armor, but go into battle with bare arms and use the best weapons in order to kill their opponents in an instant. They are bloodthirsty beasts and cannot stop once they start a fight.
, they will use their axes to chop their enemies into pieces until even the necromancy spells cannot revive them.
They are butchers who only seek to die in battle to wash away the shame of their past.
Every butcher actually has his or her own story for becoming a butcher. Before they became butchers, they might have been ordinary people. Like all dwarves, they spent all day bragging about cowhide and drinking fine wine. Killing enemies on the battlefield.
Digging for treasures in the mines and so on. Generally speaking, it is because they encountered some heavy blows and were unable to come out, so they embarked on the bloody path of the dwarf butcher.
Butchers don't care about any rules and are not subject to any restrictions. They may be ordinary in the first half of their lives, but once they become butchers, they devote all their energy and enthusiasm to fighting. They keep running around the world, looking for the most powerful
It is the greatest wish of every dwarf butcher to die gloriously against his opponent.
Bogul is one of them. He was born in Dulong City and is a member of the Dulong City expedition team. He was once a ranger and relied on his ranger abilities to help his teammates explore unknown maps and areas many times.
And investigate intelligence. He is an important member of the Dulong City expedition team.
However, during an exploration of the Troll Mountains, he and his companions encountered the Troll King Solongo. The Troll King used his extremely powerful fighting power to kill all his companions and seriously injured him.
The dying Bogul hid in the cave and waited for death. However, death did not come to him. After surviving a week in the cave, he was rescued by a subsequent dwarf expedition, but facing the Troll King became a reality.
Because of his nightmare, he could not forget his companions and thought it was a great shame that he did not die with his companions.
A month later, after he recovered from his injury, he resolutely gave up being a ranger and became a dwarf butcher. He sold his beloved crossbow and all his assets in Dulong City.
He went to the craftsmen's guild and forged two double-edged battle axes. With these two weapons, Bogul embarked on the path of no return as a butcher...
He wandered between Dulong City and the Troll Mountains, and went south to hunt his prey.
A group of swamp monsters could not withstand the butcher's crazy slaughter and fled with their lives. However, Bogul would not give up the glory easily. He pulled out the battle ax from the back of a fallen swamp monster, and then used all his strength to
Throw it out.
The sharp double-edged battle ax was spinning crazily in the air. After a moment of whistling, it hit the body of a swamp monster. Blood spurted out from its body. The fallen swamp monster only struggled for a few seconds before it was completely lost.
Vitality. Its body is like mud that has been soaked in water for a day and a night, quickly decaying.
When Rhodes arrived with a large force, the dwarf butcher was sitting on the head of a dead swamp monster, wiping his beloved tomahawk. The huge double-edged tomahawk was still stained with a small amount of blood and broken internal organs.
The scene in front of them shocked the Norscans behind Rhodes. They saw at least six or seven bodies of swamp monsters lying scattered on the muddy forest floor. This kind of dark creature with powerful brute force and amazing size
The biological combat power is so powerful that even a trained regular soldier would need three people to work together to barely defeat him. However, this dwarf actually killed at least six swamp monsters with one person. What kind of combat power is this?
Rhodes was already convinced.
He can at least rival a tauren lord... This was the first impression and initial assessment that Rhodes made in his mind.
"Humans, tell me, why are you here?"
A deep voice came from the depths of Butcher Bogur's throat, and his killer-matt-shaped orange-red hair fluttered in the wind, resembling a cockscomb, which was particularly conspicuous. He had various tattoos on his body, and his bulging muscles were stained with Swamp Monster disgusting
The image of him is an anomaly among dwarves, but the Norscans can tell that he is a dwarf butcher.
At the same time, the dwarves also realized that these humans who hunted the swamp monsters were actually Norscans. The dwarves did not have a good impression of the Norscans. Since they believed in the Four Gods of Chaos, the northern Norscans have always been
It is a symbol of darkness and evil. Therefore, when the two met, Rhodes could vaguely feel the smell of gunpowder in the air.
"I have to ask you, what are you, a dwarf, doing in the dark forest? At this time, shouldn't you and your companions be hiding in the cave to mine?"
Celta returned with contemptuous words.
It can be seen that the faces of both of them are not good-looking. The dwarf butcher stood up from the dead body. His battle ax has been almost wiped. At a special angle, it can even reflect dazzling light spots. And Celta also put his hand on
on his own weapons. If they hadn't hunted these swamp monsters together just now, they might have already taken action by now.
"Speak politely, Norscans, and don't think that if you are outnumbered, I will run away. On the contrary, if one more contemptuous word comes out of your mouth, my ax will chop off your head and make a flagon."
Bogul came closer, his big red beard growing almost to his navel. In the dwarf world, beard is a symbol of status and dignity.
Celta was about to pull out the battle axe. At this moment, Rhodes stepped forward and stopped the meaningless conversation between the two.
"We are from Kislev, Blackhammer Castle. Thank you for killing those swamp monsters for us just now. I am Lord Lawn of Blackhammer Castle."
Rhodes walked over, took off his gloves, and stretched out his right hand, which was also stained with blood.