Dust of History Chapter 2: Abandon

The trembling of the ground became more and more violent, and even the dullest ogre Weir felt it. He hastily dropped the raw ore sack he was carrying, gripped the dilapidated stainless steel shield and looked vigilantly at Yanzhong.

This stainless steel round shield is the best piece of equipment specially made for this trip to the Sandefis Mountains, and it is also the only thing that can completely defend against Beamon's claws. The shield is one and a half meters in diameter, and the arc-shaped shield is seven inches thick at its thickest point. Although it has been designed by dwarf craftsmen to reduce the weight as much as possible while ensuring the quality, it still weighs a thousand catties. Even an ogre must use both hands Lift it up at the same time to swing freely. The hardness and strength of the stainless steel specially treated by Oufu blacksmith can be used to make excellent weapons. The shield surface is just right The arc can remove a considerable part of the impact force, and a valuable piece is embedded on the handle behind the shield. magic gems to increase sturdiness and toughness. In some respects, this is no longer a shield, but a city wall with a shrunken and delicate face.

But now this armor, which is absolutely second to none in terms of weight and defensive performance, looks distorted and deformed. During this period of time, this shield has to resist Beamon's sharp claws every day, and every contact and collision makes the shield surface dented and deformed. It is all because of the extraordinary toughness and strength of the shield that it can last until now.

The wind is getting weaker and weaker. The vibration could be clearly heard slowly getting bigger and bigger in the air. Although Beamon has a huge body, his running speed is by no means inferior to any creature on the mainland, and his agility in reaction and movement can even be compared with werewolves. This is also the reason why Asa didn't dare to hope that he could escape just by running away.

The lizard man West also put down the ore pocket, took out the fine steel crossbow, and loaded the last highly poisonous magic crossbow. Jumped onto a bump on the nearby cliff.

The toxin on the magic crossbow was extracted by Sedros himself, but the poison on this one arrow can already kill a hundred horses. But even if it is so venomous, it has a limited effect on the Behemoth Behemoth, which is probably the strongest monster on the mainland. And the weakening magic that was carefully attached to it also proved to be futile during this period of time. All creatures living in the valley are due to the environment full of magic fluctuations. Except for the white magic that drives and affects their own vitality, it may be useful, and other curse-type additional magic is almost completely ineffective.

Alkin and Luken's ears were straightened up, they continued to catch the muffled rumble of huge footsteps in the air, and the muscles in their hands holding the flail tensed. Excessive tension caused them to grin and let out a low growl, showing their sharp teeth.

Luken shouted to Asa with a calm and restrained voice as much as possible: "North-northeast, there are still three kilometers left, and I will come out of the cliff over there in about half a minute."

Asa nodded, holding the knife in his right hand and the scroll of paralysis in his left hand, and said to the two werewolves: "Drop the weapon. Throw away the armor. Don't attack later, just pay attention to dodge .”

The two werewolves were stunned. Any werewolf would never retreat from a battle no matter how big the disparity was, not to mention they were recognized as the strongest warriors in the clan. Such words are simply the greatest insult to them.

"Drop your weapon, take off your armor, hurry up." Asa repeated lightly.

Luken was the first to drop his weapon, and then silently took off his leather armor. Arkin was startled, and after sighing in a strange tone, he also threw away his weapon and armor.

When dealing with gray bag beasts and big eagles, the comprehensive combat power of werewolves can be fully reflected, but Beamon is a completely different matter. Even in front of an ordinary Beamon, their weapons, which are nightmares for ordinary humans, can't do much damage. What's more, this is a giant beast with a larger body, thicker fur and thicker muscles. Instead of going up to tickle him, it's better to avoid it. Under Beamon's claws, even the ogre's heavy armor was shattered in one blow, and the only function of other armor was to hinder dodge.

Asa commanded the corpse puppet to put the ogre Clorin, who had become unconscious due to the worsening of his injuries, into the rock crevice next to him, and then jumped on top of its head. This puppet corpse is just an ordinary Beamon, and it is already broken. I dare not expect it to withstand a blow from a giant beast. Its function is to try to injure the giant beast as much as possible when the paralyzing scroll takes effect. Create opportunities and time for Asa.

Asamo recited the mantra, turned the knife over and cut a wound on his hand, and stuck the knife on it.

The wound was neither small nor shallow, but no blood flowed out at all. All the blood disappeared as soon as it touched the knife, and even the flesh and blood on the wound became pale and shriveled. The originally dark and inconspicuous knife began to have a layer of dark red light and shadow flowing on it.

Asa's face turned pale. This is the first time he has used such a method of self-harm. Sandro once warned him that although this method can temporarily increase the special effect and power of the knife, the magic backlash and damage to the body are also dangerous. This method must not be used until a critical moment Double-edged sword.

Small stones kept falling from the cliffs on both sides, as if the whole land was shaken by this huge monster that hadn't appeared yet. Luken's face became more and more ugly, and he yelled at Asa: "Be careful, this thing is at least ten meters high. You can see it right away."

As soon as the words fell, a huge figure turned out from a cliff more than a mile away. It was a huge body that far surpassed the same kind, and all the fur including the claws was gray-white. It was a full ten meters tall, almost as wide and thick as its height, and it was simply a moving mountain of meat. The blood basin, which occupies half of the head, can swallow a cow whole in one gulp. The sharp teeth in the mouth are like a bunch of densely inserted long swords, and the two canine teeth protruding from the mouth are more than one meter long. Like a gorilla, but tens of times thicker limbs, the nails growing on the thick palms can be called the most terrifying weapons in the mainland, each of which is in the shape of a sharp machete with an inverted blade, and the shortest is two meters long. The destructive power of these terrifying natural two-handed giant swords under the more terrifying power of Bimon is by no means comparable to any human weapon.

The giant beast finally saw its prey and let out an earth-shattering roar. Stimulated by the fresh smell of ogres and werewolves, it grabbed its claws on the nearby rock wall, and the extremely hard granite immediately resembled crisp bread. It's also broken into a large piece. Then it galloped towards here on its thick short legs, saliva dripping from its mouth all the way.

The distance of more than one mile shortened rapidly under the footsteps of the giant beast. As it quickly approached the ground, the trembling became more and more severe, and the entire valley was filled with the sound of footsteps shaking the ground.

Only West couldn't see anything unusual. A lizardfolk's face has few muscles to express emotion. The expressions of everyone else, including Asa, were twitching slightly. No matter what kind of warrior you are, if you see such a huge monster rushing towards you with such power with your own eyes, it is impossible for you to have any passionate courage and fighting spirit. Even pressing can crush anyone into a patty.

The werewolf Luken's drooping ears suddenly stood up again. He carefully turned his head to the side, then knelt down and pressed his ears to the ground. It seemed that he couldn't hear the footsteps that he could feel clearly enough.

Everyone saw Luken's actions, but there was no time to think about the reasons for his actions. Everyone is watching the Behemoth approaching quickly. The huge body made people feel more and more irresistible pressure, even the tall and majestic ogre seemed to be a short and dirty goblin in front of that body.

Luken, who was lying on the ground, jumped up as if a knife had been stuffed into his ear. Nervousness and fear made his face look extremely hideous, and he turned his head and growled at Asa. His voice was barely audible amidst the deafening footsteps, but everyone could hear him clearly. "There is another one, in the same direction, that suddenly appeared two thousand meters away."

"What?" Asa's body shook, and he almost fell off the corpse puppet.

Because of the barrenness in the Sand Fes Mountains and the huge food intake of Beamon, these giant monsters often kill and devour each other because of the lack of food. For them, their own kind is the only natural enemy. No matter what kind of food it is, it will not make Beamon ignore a similar one that may come towards him. The only possibility is that these two Behemoths are companions in a certain sense, and this is their common territory. In other words, what they need to deal with are two Behemoths.

The giant beast in front of them was only a hundred meters away from them. The low-pitched roar and the sound of footsteps that came out of the huge **** mouth rolled and covered the sky and covered the sky together.

The ogre let out a roar as if to counter the footsteps, and waved the shield in its hand to rush forward. Alkin's eyes also started to become bloodshot. It's just that they don't know if they can deal with the giant Behemoth in front of them, and the two of them can be said to be sure to die. The fear of death has inspired the animal nature deep in their souls, and the extreme fear has been transformed into incomparable fighting spirit and courage, and they are already on the verge of madness.

"Calm down." Asa roared with such strength that he almost tore his vocal cords.

He was familiar with the feeling of fear and fighting spirit crazily stirring in his soul, and he knew what the orcs would do. But no amount of fighting spirit or courage will fill the gap in absolute strength. The result of their cowardly escape and the heroic head-on rush are the same, they are both dead.

Asa did not forget the expression on Sedros's face when he handed over the group of orc elites to him. He is their leader now, he has a responsibility to command them, and he has an even more responsibility to take responsibility. So he's sober.

The orcs paused when they heard Asa's voice. During this period of time, they all had a full understanding of this human's abilities, and they also gained full trust.

Asa turned the blade around again, and recited the mantra again. This time he slashed at his own wrist. The artery was broken, and blood gushed out, but when it touched the blade, it was sucked up like a sponge. The dark red light and shadow on the knife became thicker and thicker, and the knife began to vibrate slightly by itself, like a blood shadow that was about to break through the air at any time. The incantations condensed into faint magic symbols in the air, and they were carried on the knife.

The corpse puppet started silently, and rushed towards the giant beast that was almost twice as tall as itself.

The knife leaves the wrist. Asa only felt cold hands and feet, and the magic power in his body was empty.

It's a pity that Sandro can't see it. If he could see the situation here, he would be so angry that he would curse. Because Asa no longer used any double-edged sword, but simply stabbed himself half to death with a sword first.

The man is half dead, but the knife in his hand seems to have life. A vague buzzing sound began to sound from the knife body. The sound seemed very small, but it pierced through Beamon's earth-shattering footsteps and roar like a wire.

The corpse puppet and the giant beast have rushed together. The moment the giant beast raised its claws, Asa unfolded the scroll. A burst of multicolored magic light flashed around the giant beast in an instant, and the giant beast's movements suddenly froze.

Asa breathed a sigh of relief secretly. Sure enough, the white magic was still effective against the troll. The rest is easy to handle.

Taking this opportunity, the corpse puppet plunged headlong into the arms of the giant beast, and pierced its chest and abdomen with its sharp claws. But this is definitely not a fatal injury, this giant beast is really too big and too strong. And the toughness of the white fur far surpassed that of other Behemoths, and the two claws did not pierce too deeply.

But this is Asa's original intention. Because he had to face the next second Behemoth, he couldn't directly kill the giant beast. He jumped from the top of the corpse puppet onto the head and neck of the giant beast, and at the same time shouted to the lizard man who was taking this opportunity to aim at the eyes of the giant beast: "Don't shoot the arrow. Try to delay the other one."

The orcs were startled. But Asa didn't think about what they were using to delay the giant beast that might be equally huge, he only had time to roar and add another order: "There is one more important thing, the exit is in front, everyone must not die Already."

Another Behemoth appeared in the sight of the orcs at this moment, and it was another giant Behemoth almost identical to this one, appearing in the same direction and heading towards the beast at the same speed. Come here.

Stepping on the giant beast, the gray and white coarse hair pierced through the cowhide boots like a steel needle and pierced into the sole of the foot. The excruciating pain revived Asa, who was in a trance due to excessive blood loss. Asa raised his knife and stabbed it, and the dark red knife pierced the neck of the giant beast easily and silently. The fur, which even Beamon's sharp claws couldn't break through at will, turned out to be like rotten leather under this knife. Asa almost stuffed the handle of the knife and both hands into Beamon's body.

You can feel the knife tearing through the fur and muscle, and piercing into a blood vessel as thick as a bucket. But there was no torrent of blood gushing out, not even a trace or smell of blood leaking out. Asa only felt the knife in his hand screaming and hissing, and the blood and magic on the knife were running crazily to merge with Beamon's blood and vitality.

The effectiveness of this top-level scroll only lasts for a little over a second. A roar that could reverberate throughout the Sandefis Mountains came from Beamon's giant mouth. Not only the two werewolves, but even the ogres dropped their shields and covered their ears. The behemoth Behemoth finally regained its mobility, but it didn't care about the corpse puppet that was scratching at its chest. Instead, its two giant claws changed directions and grabbed Asa on its neck violently. It seemed that he couldn't bear to grab his own neck and wear it.

The corpse puppet jumped on the spot suddenly, and its two claws grabbed the giant claws of the giant beast. The giant claw was dragged downward, and two nails, which were bigger than Asa's body, rubbed against his head and bumped into each other loudly, but he couldn't hear it anymore. The roar of the giant beast in his ears just now has already made his ears lose their ability to hear, and he can only feel warm blood flowing out, and the same is true under his nose and the corners of his eyes. It felt like the blood and brain in his head were almost turned into a pot of rotten bean dregs, and he almost had to use all his strength to ensure that he would not pass out.

The corpse golem's two claws were deeply embedded in the giant beast's forearm, and then it was completely motionless. This action has exploded all the remaining energy in the corpse puppet, and now the broken Beamon corpse has become a strange chain binding the claws of the giant beast.

Asa manipulated the corpse puppet to complete its final action, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands. He could feel the unimaginable life force in this giant beast surging under his hands, and he wanted to catch it.

The behemoth howled, frantically waving its forearm, trying to grab the ant-like tiny creature hanging on its neck to pieces. Although there was only a slight injury there, some strange feelings emanating from there into his body made him instinctively perceive the unprecedented danger. But the corpse puppet was firmly hanging on its arms, and the claws were dug into the cracks in the bones. The more he tried, the more he felt the pain go deeper into the bone marrow. He desperately twisted his thick and short neck to open and close his huge mouth, but even though he could clearly smell the smell of the little ant, he couldn't bite it anyway. So it started beating like crazy, bumping itself against the rock wall. But no matter how it struggled, the person hanging around his neck remained motionless. Slowly, the giant beast's movements began to slow down.

The foul-smelling strong wind exhaled by the Behemoth giant beast, and the saliva thrown out by twisting its head and neck, were thrown on the body, but Asa didn't feel it at all, his spirit was already connected with the blood on the knife in his hand Together, he already felt that the life of this Behemoth had begun to weaken, and his only thought now was to draw out the knife again.

At this time, the orcs also greeted the second behemoth that rushed over as Asa said. Although they really don't know how to stop and delay this one, they have to.

The ogre let out a roar, raised its shield and rushed towards the Beamon. It's just that his original majestic body has not reached Beamon's waist, it looks like a toddler holding a toy weapon and rushing desperately at a burly man holding a murder weapon, which makes this bravery a bit funny and tragic. Although he is indeed the most likely candidate here to be able to block it and withstand an attack from Beamon. But his most likely, in fact, is just a little bit of hope that is almost invisible on top of the complete impossibility.

The lizardman West didn't make any sounds or movements to express his excitement, silently holding a steel crossbow and jumping towards the behemoth behemoth. Even the crossbow arrows that can be shot into the steel plate cannot guarantee that they can penetrate Beamon's fur. The only two places that can work are the eyes and the mouth. And to shoot the eyes that are disproportionately small to the head in motion, and the mouth covered by sharp teeth, it must be very close, maybe jumping on Beamon like Asa. As for whether he had such opportunities and luck under Beamon's claws, it's hard to say.

Alkin's growl was even louder and wilder than Will's. He picked up the weapon that had been thrown on the ground and rushed over with the ogre. Even if he couldn't possibly do any harm or hindrance to Bimon, he absolutely couldn't stand there still. Even with his own teeth and claws, he had to try his best to delay the monster according to Asa's order. The last order that Asa added just now made his blood and fighting spirit completely boil. He made up his mind to win a little more chance for other companions, even if he was torn to pieces and trampled into flesh. .

Only Luken's behavior was different from them. He suddenly turned and ran towards the Beamon who was leading Asa staggeringly jumping and hitting the cliff.

He dodged Beamon's huge footsteps, threw himself on the ground and grabbed something. While picking up this thing, Beamon's foot that could turn him into a puddle of flesh also stepped on his tail, and he uttered a scream that could be clearly heard in Beamon's roar. After Beamon's foot fell, he didn't mention it again, and he stepped on him there alive. He screamed and struggled desperately, leaving his tail at Beamon's feet.

Escaped from under Beamon's body, Luken pulled away the picked thing with both hands. It was the remaining 'Fire Bomb' on Asa's body, which just fell from Beamon's body because of Beamon's struggle.

As the scroll unfolded, a dazzling ball of light appeared in Luken's hand. No one could clearly see the size of this ball of light, and the other running orcs had to instinctively cover their eyes. It was almost a little sun pulled into the mortal world, and everyone could only vaguely perceive that dazzling light and shadow flying in a straight line, and then a scorching heat wave swept past.

The sound of the explosion is not earth-shattering, it is just a small sound like the fire arrow of an ordinary magician without any air waves. Compared with such dazzling brilliance, it is really out of proportion. The whole valley was shaken.

When facing the dazzling light, Behemoth also instinctively raised his two claws to cover his eyes, so all the hair on his head and face was burnt black, while the giant claws and two All of the palms disappeared, leaving only two halves of scorched black arms and a ground that was completely charred and charred.

After releasing the scroll, Luken fell down with black smoke all over his body, and all the body hair on his body was burnt out the moment he released the scroll.

This is probably one of the reasons why this scroll can be preserved. The power of the top attack magic of the fire system does not lie in the explosion, but in the temperature. If it wasn't for the operation of the magician himself, just the moment the incomparably hot ball of light was transformed from the scroll, the person who used the scroll would be half-cooked.

The behemoth waved its charred black arm, and a painful roar rolled out of its huge mouth. But there was only half a sound, and the rest was just a strange grunt. The lizard man West did not miss this opportunity. He jumped into the air and raised the stainless steel crossbow to pull the trigger. The poisonous crossbow shot from Beamon's mouth and sank deep into its throat.

But this Beamon didn't fall down. The arrow didn't go straight into Beamon's brainstem as West had imagined, and it was really hard for such a giant monster to exert the effect of the toxin immediately. Beamon waved his severed arm like a huge charcoal, although he was not hit directly but was just wiped off, but the lizard man in mid-air also flew out like a straw and fell on the cliff. Then the half-dead Beamon continued to rush forward with strides.

Weir and Arkin slammed into Beamon's foot with all their strength. There was a loud bang, and Beamon fell to the ground, but it immediately broke its arm and swung out, and the ogre and werewolf flew out immediately. Then this Beamon immediately got up as fast as possible and rushed towards his companion who seemed to be unable to stand still.

Suddenly, an incomparably thick **** smell suddenly filled the entire valley, and then it was overwhelming red, even the scorching sun at noon in the sky turned into a dazzling drop of blood.

Asa finally pulled the knife out of Beamon's body. As soon as the knife was pulled out, a large amount of blood followed. This action not only drew out the knife, but also drained all the blood and energy from the body of the giant beast. Beamon, who had been struggling all the time, collapsed silently at this moment, and shrank like a leaky ball.

This piece of blood that condensed all the vitality of the Behemoth giant beast did not scatter, but condensed on the knife like a part of the knife, emitting blood light and **** smell covering the entire valley mouth.

Asa raised the knife, and lifted up this huge piece of blood with great difficulty. Under this huge piece of bright red, his person was pale and small like an inconspicuous appendage. Even the giant beast that charged seemed insignificant.

The blood condensed along the shape of the knife and formed a huge and infinite knife. This color and smell greatly stimulated the half-dead Behemoth. It roared, as if squeezing out all the remaining strength in its life, and rushed over at a sudden speed.

Asa also yelled loudly, and slashed down with his saber. Following his movements, that **** giant knife turned into a bright red light curtain that filled the valley. Neither Beamon's roar nor his own voice could be heard. The buzzing and breaking wind from the bright red light covered everything.

Like a huge red lightning strike the valley, the blood and gravel exploded into a hurricane and swept past, the ground trembled, and the entire mouth of the valley seemed to be split in two by the knife.

The blood rained down, and Beamon's body, which had been split in half from the middle, fell to the ground. Under the direction of the knife, the sprayed blood paved a road, and a trench more than one mile long and one meter deep appeared on the hard rock.

After swinging the knife, Asa also collapsed on the ground like Bimon, as if the knife had also thrown out his own blood and life.

The first one to stand up was Luken, who was covered in pitch black. He was burned by the high temperature, but it was just a skin trauma. He just passed out from the sudden heat in front of him. Then there was the ogre Ville, whose armor and solid body didn't take too much damage from him. Alkin also only lost one hand and a few ribs. The werewolf's sensitive reaction and movement allowed him to resist and jump after the attack at the critical moment, and he was not smashed into a pulp by the giant charcoal arm. The Lizardmen had more broken bones, but this was nothing compared to their amazing resilience.

The orcs looked at the neatly placed two pieces of Beamon's corpses on the ground, the spilled internal organs, and the blood on the ground. The most important thing is that the ditch is almost unimaginably made by human beings, and there are only expressions of horror and admiration in the eyes. In their impression, it seemed that even General Gelu couldn't have such incredible power.

It was noon, and the wind had almost completely died down. Within this hour, the narrowest part of the front canyon can also be passed smoothly.

Alkin stepped forward and wanted to use his good arm to help Asa up, but found that he was completely unconscious, and his vitality was extremely weak, as if he might swallow his last breath at any time.

"What should I do? How can I save him?" Alkin asked the others anxiously. During his time in the valley he had developed a respect, a real respect, for the human being. Although he doesn't know who this person is at all, the calmness, rationality, and strength he showed when he was the leader of this team all show that this is a real strong man and fighter . And life and death are shared, and the last order he issued just now, all these also indicate that this is definitely a companion~IndoMTL.com~a friend.

And the strong and friends are always worthy of respect, especially those who live in battle.

Both Weier and West shook their heads in a daze and did not speak. The special physique of the race made them better at medical treatment than anyone else.

All eyes were on Luken. Although it is not clearly stipulated, when he was in the valley, he was the person who walked closest to Asa and cooperated most closely. His mind is also the best among all orcs, and he has the taste of a vice-captain.

But Luken only looked down at Asa's face with strange eyes, and then turned to look at the two Beamon's corpses. He looked at it very seriously, and even walked over and turned over the three huge piles of meat with difficulty. Then he came over and said to the others: "Don't worry about him. Leave him here, let's go out first."

"What did you say?" Alkin didn't express surprise, but pricked up his ears. He thought that he had an auditory hallucination just now when he was shaken by Beamon's roar.

"Let's move faster." Luken wiped off the scorched black hair on his body with both hands, and now he was a werewolf without hair, looking strange beyond words. "Such a **** smell will soon attract other Beamon and big eagles."