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Axe wind drove the sand and dust, and Thales had to close his eyes. Flash Dance Novel Network

But he finally escaped the fate of being cut off.

At the moment, a single-edged combat axe swung from the direction of the campfire and slashed into the orc's unprotected armpit in the earth-shaking roar.

Under the earth-shaking pain, the red blood in the orc gushes out, and Thales's face is drenched in pain.

It is salty and pungent.

With this sword, the orc's rough giant axe came out, with the momentum of splitting the earth, plunged deeply into the sand, and plunged into Thales's left shoulder.

The tall orc roared in an unfamiliar language. He turned around and swung his arms with thick thighs towards the master of the fighting axe, but he avoided it flexibly.

"Get up!"

The powerful voice of the bald mercenary Dean sounded, and the sound of killing around was extremely clear, making Thales refreshed.

"No time to rest!"

The power of the end flows to the boy's back and chest, making his chest tighter a little better. Thales turned over and climbed tremblingly on the orc's great axe, struggling with strength, wiped the blood from his face, and returned to his numb hands and feet in shock.

The orc whose neck was pierced by him is still violent, and the wounds on his neck and underarms are surging with blood, he just yells at what Thales can’t understand, and rushes to Big Dean. .

The calm mercenary held an axe in both hands and rushed towards the orc, but rolled sideways as it approached, dexterously avoiding the orc's fierce attack.

"Hula, Nadalellis!" The beast's breath screamed violently and turned around.

With the frantic attack, the blood of the orcs spilled and watered the dry land.

Dean stared closely at the orc's feet, but didn't touch it hard, just using his size and pace to flicker, he dodges the opponent's two heavy shocks one after another.

It's like a bird avoiding a fierce leopard.

The blood of the orcs is flowing more slowly, and less and less.

Finally, Thales was pleased to see: The orc took a rough breath, his figure swayed slightly, and his movements became slow.

Dean didn't let this opportunity pass.

He exploded in an instant, whirlwind slew back to the side of the orc, swung the axe, and cut off the ugly head.

The headless body swung its giant arms several feet long for the last time and fell to the sand.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

"You saved me a lot of things for it," Dean panted and pulled him up, threw the spare one-handed sword around his waist to the boy, and kicked the strong corpse: "But Remember, Huaiya, don't get entangled with them-the orcs won't fall down immediately after being injured, and the more seriously injured..."

"Their counterattack is the more dangerous...I know," Thales gritted his teeth and took the weapon. "Sorry, someone taught me, but when facing actual combat..."

In the classroom of the Northlanders, although thousands of years have passed since the Battle of the Holy Land, those who are tall and strong, fearless and fearless, are still their eternal enemies.

In the entire Kingdom of Exeter, the sentinel collars in the extreme north are the most detached princes. Facing the co-existing kings, they were even exempted from paying a considerable part of the tax and used to build a reputation that is not weaker than a hand The elite troops of the guards, Glacier Watch, are responsible for the responsibility of guarding the Thirty-Eight Watch Point and guarding the glacier orcs north of Quigul.

Since the founding of Exeter, more than twenty co-existing kings have led their troops northward to support and fight against the glacier orc tribes crossing the border southward, whether it is the military training that the responsible Northland nobles received from childhood, It is also a regular training for service-age conscripts, and how to fight orcs is a required course.

The guards in the Hall of Valor said that Nicolai had been at Thirty-Eight Lookout before he got the nickname, and he followed King Nunn, proving that he did not lose sight of the orcs. However, facing Jiao Didi’s granddaughter and her, it looks more like a dagger threading a needle. The meteorite who knows how to resist the orcs can only spread all the depression of "unacceptable talent" on the second student-anyway The prince of the stars did not have the opportunity to go to the north either-for example, he used a large axe to overthrow Thales violently, or beat Thales unceremoniously after calling out countless timeouts. The power of the orcs".

But what Thales didn't expect was that when he encountered the first battle of the orcs, he had forgotten Nicolai's teachings after all.

Thyls looked back at the headless corpse in fear, thinking about the irresistible force when it pushed against the gap in his neck and threw himself out.

What kind of race is this?

Compared with their terrifying distant relatives who stayed in the north, the orcs who fell into the desert after the end of the war may be slightly different, but they are still the same in many places, such as huge size, amazing resilience, right Pain and temperature tolerance, terrifying explosive power, and their notorious near-death counterattack among humans-it is said that the famous Jagged King died with the last blow of a dying orc at his feet.

Dean didn't say anything, just punched Thales in the chest, sadness between his brows.

"Be careful!"

In Luisa's scream, Dean pushed Thales away.

A fierce mace smashed into the sand between them, taking off the sand.

Dean's side threatened more than this one. He turned his head back to hold the other orc's irregular scimitar, and took advantage of the momentum to get away.

Tyles steadied his steps and saw the owner of the mace in the moonlight-an orc with blue paint on his face, a hideous scar on his left eye, and a short hair on his head. Braid, it has more armor than the previous one, and has a larger body, almost half the height of an adult.

It glanced at the corpse on the ground, then lifted its lips, revealing two rows of teeth, first at the entangled Dean, then at Thales.

"Sell," the orc in front of him shook his rugged vocal cords, and slowly said, "Luma, Socadacel."

Thyls could not distinguish the expression of the orc, but this did not affect his judgment of the opponent's emotions.

The fresh orc blood on his face is a little sticky, and the prince endures the smell and sets his sword.

This is what the awkward Greve told Thales before leaving in Longxiao City.

Thyls feels deeply about this now.

Almost each of them is seven or eight feet or higher. They are amazingly powerful and quick to move. The weapons in their hands are heavy and rough. In terms of efficiency, they are no worse than well-forged human weapons.

Body, strength, and physique are superior to humans in each of them... It is hard to imagine that in the battle of the Saints 2,000 years ago, thousands of humans broke the miracle of 20,000 orcs. How did they create it?

Thyls gritted his teeth.

In the distance, with a two-handed sword and flexible pace, Louisa dragged three enemies with astonishment.

McGee rolled swiftly in the sand by himself, flying with two knives, bewildering the sight of multiple enemies, fighting and walking with debris and obstacles, trying to get closer to Louisa.

Hubert, Old Hammer, Kanze, and Fast Rope back to back, struggling to resist the orcs surrounding them,

Others are not so lucky.

Although the merchants also have their own weapons, their skills are obviously not comparable to those of the mercenaries. Under the crush of the orcs, both in quantity and quality, the caravans suffered heavy casualties, and the screams around them were still endless.

The shouting and killing continued, but the orcs no longer concealed their surprise attacks, and the unfamiliar language and majestic voice shook the sand dunes.

"Huaiya, there is another key to fighting the bastards," Dean panted and swung back the enemy with an axe: "Don't be alone at any time, even one-on-one."

Under the moonlight, two tall, sturdy gray figures slid down the sand dunes, holding their weapons, and rushing towards them.

"Go and meet Louisa, I will cover you."

Thyls nodded nervously.

"Run!"

Almost at the moment when the teenager pulled out his legs, the blue painted orc roared and thumped: "Fraka!"

But Dean didn't let him succeed, and the fighting axe opened the mace in the air.

"Boom!"

Listening to the whistling of the wind behind him, Thales resisted the desire to look back. He desperately called for the crime of the prison river, rushed back to the campfire at an alarming speed, rushed to the ground, and drew a shield from Hubert's suitcase.

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a majestic figure holding a scimitar toward him!

The swordsmanship that has been tempered countless times is instinctively activated.

The teachings that have not faded in six years are ringing in my ears again.

Iron body style!

The scimitar hit the shield hard.

"Clang!"

In the terrible loud noise and impact, the force of horror is coming!

At that moment, Thales had an illusion: This blow was almost enough to break through the wall.

His steps kept sliding backwards in the sand, and the shield in front of his arm trembled violently.

But Thales stopped.

According to the habit, starting from lifting the shield, his center of gravity is ready to meet the impact, and his steps are ready to unload—this habit in military swordsmanship in the North has been ridiculed by many people, from Nicolai to Huaia , They all think Thales' defense is too rigid, too conservative, lacking flexibility and quickness, and there is no room for counterattack.

But at the moment of welcoming the knife, Thales suddenly realized.

In the confrontation with the orcs, you do not have any "flexible" and "swift" opportunities.

Compared with human opponents, the terrible strength of the orcs conceals too many things. Their fatal blows will tear your moves at the moment of close combat, distorting your movements, and making you flamboyant and crazy. The follow-up reaction became worthless.

If you gaffe in the first round of the disparity in power...

"Selka!" The orc roared and moved!

Thyls shook his arm subconsciously, transforming into a counterattack, turning around to remove the strength of the impact and turn to the opponent's side.

This is another feature of swordsmanship that has been criticized a lot.

Are you in heat? Who do you want to show your ass? The big stallion? Or the granddaughter next to him? ——These are the harsh words of Nicolai, after he kicked Thales in a class.

The prince took a deep breath, lowered his posture, and the power of termination surged to his right hand, throwing out the first attack since the battle.

"Shit!"

The sword slashed open the orc's unprotected hind knees, bringing out a canopy of blood.

The second offensive style of Northland military swordsmanship, the side attack style-broken heel.

Tyles frowned subconsciously.

The orc cried out painfully, its left leg was a little uncomfortable, but its offensive was more violent.

Thyls forced himself to calm down and didn't rush to attack. Instead, he surrounded the opponent's injured leg and retreated with the help of a small figure. The shield and the opponent's scimitar seemed to be ripping the air. Three times, the shock made his arm numb.

The power of ending flowed freely through his body, and the senses of **** not only reflected every movement of the enemy in his brain, but also reflected the distant situation to him: Dean was caught by three orcs Chasing and blocking, Luisa broke through an opponent and rushed towards him.

Finally, Thales seized the opportunity, and after another iron pose, his long sword protruded upwards like a rattlesnake, pointing to its chest in the gap between the opponent's offensive.

The orc's skin was rougher and harder than expected, but the enemy's momentum helped Thales, and the prince who clenched his teeth only felt that the shield and the sword were both shocked!

"Hey!"

The smooth, warm liquid rushed out, following his sword's edge, and onto his arm.

"Hula!" The orc who was pierced in his chest shouted vigorously, his face becoming more and more ugly.

Thyls, who had learned the lesson, knew that he was not good, he did not hesitate, and drew back the side of the long sword to throw!

Next second.

"Boom!"

The bonfire beside him was severely smashed by the enemy's desperate stab, sparks splashing everywhere.

The orc couldn't take it any further-Luisa emerged from the darkness on the side and cut off the palm of its knife.

"Pretty!" Louisa avoided the dying opponent, allowing the orcs to roll in the pain of burning, chest-piercing, and severed hands, and violently hammered the ground beside her, with blood flowing: "See you for the first time. Orcs?"

Thyls shook his head, he felt numb and painful all over his body in Panasonic's spirit. Flash Dance Novel Network

"The second time."

The first time that was killed by Dean.

But they didn't have time to chat: Luisa brought not only support, but also the next two orc opponents.

The sound of the wind whistled, Thales rolled again subconsciously!

However, his physical exertion was not very standard, and he was still swept into the shield by the enemy's epee.

Thyls only felt a tremor in his left hand, and immediately lost his balance, landed his head on the ground, and gnawed two mouthfuls of sand uncontrollably.

Damn it!

Jini told him that falling on the battlefield is equivalent to...

Tyles turned over and watched the heavy sword continue to attack him.

At this moment, a figure rammed from the side, and the orc holding the sword slammed a few meters away!

It's Harken with a big belly.

"Luisa!"

Haken, who saved Thales' life, was sweating profusely. Holding a terrifying hammer, he waved vigorously and pushed back several enemies in a row.

Tyles got up with difficulty and nodded gratefully to him.

"The breeze fell, and the fire was dead," Harken, who was scarred on his body, couldn't respond to Thales, with a hate on his face: "The gray **** know that they are the outer ring. Eight or nine are together. Surround yourself..."

"Fuck!"

The female captain snorted and slashed a sword on the shoulder armor of an orc.

"Shoo!"

A long arrow struck, shooting back an orc who wanted to pinch Louisa.

"They found that we are the key, and they are coming over here," the archer Ponga came back after Harken, looking anxious, and there were not many arrows left in his quiver. "I met Ash Bastard. Our marksman, that guy didn’t get me three times--"

But he couldn't finish what he said.

The next second, a rough black arrow with a fierce tail feathered into Ponga's chest with amazing force, and it came out from the axillary side.

Thyls was shocked!

"Damn... or daddy was right," the archer looked at the arrow that penetrated him in amazement.

"Shoot it so you can have a fart."

Pangka struggled to utter a word, and fell weakly: "If you can't shoot, you still lose."

"Ponga!" Louisa screamed sternly: "Fuck you bastard!"

Thyls looked into the distance in disbelief: On the sand dunes under the moonlight, an orc with his lips painted white coldly put down a terribly large and heavy black bow, and began to deal with his own injuries—— Three shining long arrows.

But they had no time to take care of their dead companions, and another group of orcs came from far away.

Tyles tried his best to raise the shield, and rushed behind Louisa in threes or twos, and stopped an attack for her furious, but he was shaken by the opponent's strength.

No way.

The combat power is not one level at all.

Go on like this...

He was going back to greet Harken, but--

"Be careful!" Thales exclaimed!

Haken's hammer is capable of repelling an orc who wants to fall down on him. When he is panting, an orc's figure suddenly appears behind him!

"Clang!"

A familiar mace hit Harken's weapon and knocked him to the ground.

Thyls tried to catch up and rescue him, but the orcs beside him attacked again.

The face of the orc who knocked down Harken was painted with familiar blue paint. He lifted the dizzy Harken and looked at Thales fiercely, his eyes bursting with hatred that even foreigners could recognize. : "Fraka!"

The next second, Thales watched in horror at Harken's head being pinched by the blue-faced orc. It was like holding a chicken, howling and snapping Harken's head against his chest armor!

Under the tremendous force, the collision between the skull and the steel made a weird sound:

"Kara!"

Tyles trembled all over!

"No! Harken!" Dean's roar came from behind the blue-faced orc.

In this way, the head of Harken from Alumbia, who once wanted to marry his sister to Thales, changed its shape, turned into something red and white, and sprayed out.

His whole person slipped weakly to the ground, motionless.

These words echoed in Thales's mind again, making him extremely frightened.

"Thok! Fraka!" The blue-faced orc roared at Thales savagely, shook his sticky left hand, hit his brain and blood-stained breastplate, and walked step by step.

But it turned around halfway through.

"Mongrel!" Dean yelled and rushed, and the fighting axe collided with its mace: "My **** is your enemy!"

Tyles shook his head and drove the fear out of his brain.

But the killing is not over, the blood in the sword and shadow remains.

The cry of the orcs has not weakened, but the caravan's screams and exclamations have become less and less.

"Behind!" While roaring, the bruised northerner Kanze rushed towards Dean, knocked him away, and helped his bald head block an axe from behind.

Under the chasing of several orcs, the old hammer and fast rope rushed in panting, broke through the encirclement to join them, topped the front row, and replaced Thales and Louisa, who were gradually dying.

"Caravan, there are others," Louisa, who has been under siege, gets a rare respite: "How's it going?"

"Hubert is gone." The old hammer turned away with a heavy blow, and simply reported the death of his companion.

The fast-rope vocal cords tremblingly took his words: "He broke it for us."

Loisa stomped her leg painfully.

There is no time to mourn for my companions.

"There is no caravan anymore," McGee, who was embarrassed, ran from behind and said anxiously: "I'll find a horse. If we don't break through, we will all die here!"

The old hammer swung desperately, temporarily forcing four enemies in one direction away for several steps.

"Damn!" Louisa gasped in pain: "Dean!"

"I know!" During the battle, Dean's voice was a little distorted, but he seemed to persist in thinking:

"Arrowers, armors, weapons, fierce beasts, sudden surprise attacks launched at the same time, organized tactics and arrangements..."

"Plus this scale..."

"These gray bastards!"

The bald mercenaries gritted their teeth and shouted: "They are not exiles!"

"They are tribal heroes, regular warriors of a big tribe in the desert!"

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

The big tribe?

The orc's... tribe?

At this moment, a strange noise came.

"Haw!"

"Be careful!" Dean shouted angrily, and shook the furious blue-faced orc with a false move, shouting at Kanze:

"Soldier Lizard!"

Tyles' scalp tightened: a huge inhuman figure on all fours twisted and screamed, screaming in the sand!

The next second, a giant gray-yellow lizard the size of an ordinary person jumped in front of Kanze, and the scales on his body were clearly visible.

It crashed into the formation of the mercenaries, bit Kanze's arm in one bite, and pulled him around in a circle, causing the strong man in the north to exhale in pain.

Tyles gritted his teeth and stabbed the monster with a sword, but was cut apart by its scales.

Kanze reluctantly waved his left arm, trying to shake off the bite of the soldier lizard.

This is his last effort.

Another orc seized the opportunity, and its heavy straight knife slashed through the air and slashed Kanze's right chest.

Under the rough weapon, there was even an obvious gap in the Northlander's right armpit.

"Puff--"

The blood shot, dyeing Thales at Kanze's side red.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

"No!" Dean roared sternly. He kicked the fire, and the burning wood fell on the soldier lizard.

The fast rope screamed, grabbed all the firewood on the ground, and threw it at the monster in the desert.

The soldier lizard finally couldn't stand the flame, let go of Kanze's arm, and retreated into the darkness.

But Kanze, who was split in half, had only trembling strength left. He fell to the ground and soon stopped moving.

"Yeah!" Luisa burst into tears. She grabbed her long sword and threw herself at the enemy again.

The impact of the soldier lizard was disastrous, and Dante's swords were disrupted.

Many orcs took advantage of the situation and attacked. Without the support of the flanks, everyone instantly fell into the predicament of one enemy and many-Thales found himself facing two orcs at the same time.

Faced with their immense power, he was almost in desperation. The crimes of the prison river never ceased. With the timely dodge and unloading power of the Northland military swordsmanship, he could be able to withstand the chilling power. .

The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

Under the threat of the axe and the great sword, the prince darts from the left to the right, and the shield groans, as if it will shatter in the next moment.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the fast rope flew out several meters and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Oops.

Tyles bit his chapped lips, and the hope in his heart faded little by little.

The fighting sound is getting smaller and smaller.

The caravan has been completely silent, and only Dean, Luisa and Old Hammer are still fighting in Dante's great sword.

Mckey, who went to find the horse, has long since disappeared among the enemies.

"Hold on!" Louisa's voice crossed the encirclement and came in her ears. It sounded very bad, but she was still trying to motivate them: "Believe McGee-he is a barren man and a desert Darling!"

Persevere?

Believe?

Tyles took a step back and awkwardly avoided a life-threatening sword slash.

What do you believe?

He breathed in pain, his sword and shield trembling from repeated blows.

Through the senses of hell, the teenager can feel: There are more and more orcs around, most of them holding weapons and staying quietly on the periphery-maybe rushing to replace their companions as soon as there is a space, maybe out of arrogance Waiting for their victory.

Looking at more and more enemies in all directions, Thales began to believe that his luck might be over.

He knew that the opponent was too strong, regardless of number or strength.

They have almost no chance.

He is fighting with the instinct of never giving up for so many years.

The crime of Hell River seems to have reached its limit.

"Bang!" There was a heavy blow not far away, and the old hammer fell to the ground in pain.

Damn it.

Tyles sighed in his heart and rolled hard, only to find himself rolling at the feet of another orc.

He felt a chill.

Yes it.

It's the blue-faced orc.

He lowered his head, his expression was as hideous as ever.

The next second, the mace strikes the ground!

"Boom!"

Thyls threw away his shield, dragged his sore body, evasively avoiding the blow.

He knew that for humans, these orcs' attacks were fatal.

As for the opportunity to promote the crime of Hell River?

Come on, under this intensity of fighting, there will be no "checkmate" as the black sword said.

There is no chance to shed blood and activate magical energy.

Once he was recruited, he would immediately know if the ferryman in the prison river was a legend.

Tyles struggled to get up, but before he could stand firmly, a scimitar struck his sword!

"Clang!"

Under the tremendous power and unstable movements, he could not withstand a single blow, and the sword was released and fell again.

The weapon fell into the sand, making a dull noise.

It's over.

Thyls was trembling, only feeling a sharp pain in his arm.

Compared with Genie, Wiya, and even Nicolai and Monty, who he had been against...

This level of fighting...

He turned over with difficulty, only to see the blue-faced orc in armor approaching.

It showed hideous teeth to the prince and slowly lifted the mace.

"Fraka." The orc said coldly.

Damn it.

Thyls is a little unconscious.

Fraka...

What does this mean?

Have you studied in Longxiaocheng class?

The anger of Dean and Luisa still lingers.

Tyles was panting hard, feeling around, trying to find anything that could cut the blood.

But he failed.

The next second, the mace fell sharply!

Tyles closed his eyes.

Little slippery head.

Remember, learn orc language well.

Otherwise, when I die, I don’t know what I am because of...

Just now.

"Boom!"

The sound of steel collision.

Thyls was shocked in a cold sweat in the sand and dust!

He opened his eyes sharply.

The enemy's weapon fell off the side and hit the side of his head deeply.

Tyles' heartbeat has not recovered, and he stares at the scene in front of him in a daze:

A very thick sharp iron fork stuck in the gap of the mace, blocking its track.

The iron fork is attached to a thicker wrist without a palm-it seems to be cast into the bone.

The blue-faced orc who was prevented from killing seemed very dissatisfied. It turned to the owner of the fork, to the owner of the broken arm.

"Nasser!"

The orc roared frantically, wrinkling the blue paint on his face.

It was emotional, and his left finger pointed to Thales on the ground: "Sal, Flacca!"

But the owner of the fork just shook his head slowly.

The right arm attached to the iron fork is still holding the mace, not relaxing at all.

It has an unfamiliar word in its deep voice:

"Sorino."

Tyles stared at their negotiations blankly.

"Sorino," the owner of the fork arm repeated flatly:

"Sorino, Satusel."

The blue-faced orc seems to be very angry, its breath is getting thicker and thicker, and its gray skin is trembling slightly.

But the owner of the iron fork arm seemed unusual. A few seconds later, the blue-faced orc roared and retracted the weapon reluctantly. It gave Thales a hard look, hatred in its tiny eyes.

Thyls lay stiffly on the ground, feeling that his over-used body was about to lose control.

The blue-faced orc raised his head and yelled at the surroundings: "Naku! Kandal!"

The next moment, as if receiving a command, all the orcs, whether in battle or not, put down their weapons and stepped back together.

Even fierce beasts such as the soldier lizard were tightly bound by two orcs with ropes and suppressed.

The orcs scattered one after another, revealing Louisa, who was panting with a sword, and Dean she was supporting.

Also revealed the owner of the iron fork.

Thyls saw it clearly.

This is another orc.

Another special orc.

The blue-faced orc in armor is already huge, but this orc is almost bigger than the former, even two people taller.

This is not its biggest feature.

Its skin.

The orc's skin is pure black, much darker than the surrounding companions.

It has a thick pile of snow-white fur on its shoulders, which looks like some kind of fierce beast. Under the fur, there is a metal black armor, which is obviously very high.

It has three parallel hideous scars on its forehead, extending to the bridge of the nose, like claw marks, its lips are light gray, and the hair on the top of its head is more vigorous.

Thyls frowned.

It is... the leader?

But the remaining mercenaries exclaimed.

The next second, the pure black orc leader bends his black lips and raises his sturdy left hand to them-his palm is tightly wrapped around the neck of a human captive, letting him struggle in vain.

"No, no," Luisa said with a slight cry in her voice: "No."

Dean sighed: "McGee."

The Desolate Man whose neck was strangled was trembling, his expression was distracted, his hands weakly climbed onto the huge arms of this special orc, but he couldn't resist even a little bit.

Thyls shook his head in despair.

It's over.

The orc made a sound similar to laughter, and threw the weak McGee to the ground, then raised his broken wrist and pointed the fork above the only mercenary.

The next moment, the pure black orc spoke slowly.

Tyles and the two mercenaries were shocked by the fact that what came out of each other’s mouth was a fluent, desert accent, Westland.

"Human," the orc's low voice seemed to shake with the sand: "You played very bravely. You took away the fighting spirits of the four tribal warriors and won our respect."

Luisa stared in surprise, while Dean frowned.

There were dozens of orcs around, standing in a black and crushing patch. They held weapons and stared at the mercenaries murderously, but they held their breath in silence and no one made a sound.

"Therefore, I promise with the honor of the Stonebreaker Tribe that I only have to surrender to me."

"Your companions, including this Sorino," he gently kicked Thales, solemnly and solemnly:

"You can live."

Thyls moved slightly.

He remembered.

The word of the pure black orc: Sorino.

In the class of Longxiao City, there are similar words in the glacier orc language, although the tone and suffix are not the same-Sorina.

It means:

Cub.

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Axe wind drove the sand and dust, and Thales had to close his eyes. Flash Dance Novel Network

But he finally escaped the fate of being cut off.

At the moment, a single-edged combat axe swung from the direction of the campfire and slashed into the orc's unprotected armpit in the earth-shaking roar.

Under the earth-shaking pain, the red blood in the orc gushes out, and Thales's face is drenched in pain.

It is salty and pungent.

With this sword, the orc's rough giant axe came out, with the momentum of splitting the earth, plunged deeply into the sand, and plunged into Thales's left shoulder.

The tall orc roared in an unfamiliar language. He turned around and swung his arms with thick thighs towards the master of the fighting axe, but he avoided it flexibly.

"Get up!"

The powerful voice of the bald mercenary Dean sounded, and the sound of killing around was extremely clear, making Thales refreshed.

"No time to rest!"

The power of the end flows to the boy's back and chest, making his chest tighter a little better. Thales turned over and climbed tremblingly on the orc's great axe, struggling with strength, wiped the blood from his face, and returned to his numb hands and feet in shock.

The orc whose neck was pierced by him is still violent, and the wounds on his neck and underarms are surging with blood, he just yells at what Thales can’t understand, and rushes to Big Dean. .

The calm mercenary held an axe in both hands and rushed towards the orc, but rolled sideways as it approached, dexterously avoiding the orc's fierce attack.

"Hula, Nadalellis!" The beast's breath screamed violently and turned around.

With the frantic attack, the blood of the orcs spilled and watered the dry land.

Dean stared closely at the orc's feet, but didn't touch it hard, just using his size and pace to flicker, he dodges the opponent's two heavy shocks one after another.

It's like a bird avoiding a fierce leopard.

The blood of the orcs is flowing more slowly, and less and less.

Finally, Thales was pleased to see: The orc took a rough breath, his figure swayed slightly, and his movements became slow.

Dean didn't let this opportunity pass.

He exploded in an instant, whirlwind slew back to the side of the orc, swung the axe, and cut off the ugly head.

The headless body swung its giant arms several feet long for the last time and fell to the sand.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

"You saved me a lot of things for it," Dean panted and pulled him up, threw the spare one-handed sword around his waist to the boy, and kicked the strong corpse: "But Remember, Huaiya, don't get entangled with them-the orcs won't fall down immediately after being injured, and the more seriously injured..."

"Their counterattack is the more dangerous...I know," Thales gritted his teeth and took the weapon. "Sorry, someone taught me, but when facing actual combat..."

In the classroom of the Northlanders, although thousands of years have passed since the Battle of the Holy Land, those who are tall and strong, fearless and fearless, are still their eternal enemies.

In the entire Kingdom of Exeter, the sentinel collars in the extreme north are the most detached princes. Facing the co-existing kings, they were even exempted from paying a considerable part of the tax and used to build a reputation that is not weaker than a hand The elite troops of the guards, Glacier Watch, are responsible for the responsibility of guarding the Thirty-Eight Watch Point and guarding the glacier orcs north of Quigul.

Since the founding of Exeter, more than twenty co-existing kings have led their troops northward to support and fight against the glacier orc tribes crossing the border southward, whether it is the military training that the responsible Northland nobles received from childhood, It is also a regular training for service-age conscripts, and how to fight orcs is a required course.

The guards in the Hall of Valor said that Nicolai had been at Thirty-Eight Lookout before he got the nickname, and he followed King Nunn, proving that he did not lose sight of the orcs. However, facing Jiao Didi’s granddaughter and her, it looks more like a dagger threading a needle. The meteorite who knows how to resist the orcs can only spread all the depression of "unacceptable talent" on the second student-anyway The prince of the stars did not have the opportunity to go to the north either-for example, he used a large axe to overthrow Thales violently, or beat Thales unceremoniously after calling out countless timeouts. The power of the orcs".

But what Thales didn't expect was that when he encountered the first battle of the orcs, he had forgotten Nicolai's teachings after all.

Thyls looked back at the headless corpse in fear, thinking about the irresistible force when it pushed against the gap in his neck and threw himself out.

What kind of race is this?

Compared with their terrifying distant relatives who stayed in the north, the orcs who fell into the desert after the end of the war may be slightly different, but they are still the same in many places, such as huge size, amazing resilience, right Pain and temperature tolerance, terrifying explosive power, and their notorious near-death counterattack among humans-it is said that the famous Jagged King died with the last blow of a dying orc at his feet.

Dean didn't say anything, just punched Thales in the chest, sadness between his brows.

"Be careful!"

In Luisa's scream, Dean pushed Thales away.

A fierce mace smashed into the sand between them, taking off the sand.

Dean's side threatened more than this one. He turned his head back to hold the other orc's irregular scimitar, and took advantage of the momentum to get away.

Tyles steadied his steps and saw the owner of the mace in the moonlight-an orc with blue paint on his face, a hideous scar on his left eye, and a short hair on his head. Braid, it has more armor than the previous one, and has a larger body, almost half the height of an adult.

It glanced at the corpse on the ground, then lifted its lips, revealing two rows of teeth, first at the entangled Dean, then at Thales.

"Sell," the orc in front of him shook his rugged vocal cords, and slowly said, "Luma, Socadacel."

Thyls could not distinguish the expression of the orc, but this did not affect his judgment of the opponent's emotions.

The fresh orc blood on his face is a little sticky, and the prince endures the smell and sets his sword.

This is what the awkward Greve told Thales before leaving in Longxiao City.

Thyls feels deeply about this now.

Almost each of them is seven or eight feet or higher. They are amazingly powerful and quick to move. The weapons in their hands are heavy and rough. In terms of efficiency, they are no worse than well-forged human weapons.

Body, strength, and physique are superior to humans in each of them... It is hard to imagine that in the battle of the Saints 2,000 years ago, thousands of humans broke the miracle of 20,000 orcs. How did they create it?

Thyls gritted his teeth.

In the distance, with a two-handed sword and flexible pace, Louisa dragged three enemies with astonishment.

McGee rolled swiftly in the sand by himself, flying with two knives, bewildering the sight of multiple enemies, fighting and walking with debris and obstacles, trying to get closer to Louisa.

Hubert, Old Hammer, Kanze, and Fast Rope back to back, struggling to resist the orcs surrounding them,

Others are not so lucky.

Although the merchants also have their own weapons, their skills are obviously not comparable to those of the mercenaries. Under the crush of the orcs, both in quantity and quality, the caravans suffered heavy casualties, and the screams around them were still endless.

The shouting and killing continued, but the orcs no longer concealed their surprise attacks, and the unfamiliar language and majestic voice shook the sand dunes.

"Huaiya, there is another key to fighting the bastards," Dean panted and swung back the enemy with an axe: "Don't be alone at any time, even one-on-one."

Under the moonlight, two tall, sturdy gray figures slid down the sand dunes, holding their weapons, and rushing towards them.

"Go and meet Louisa, I will cover you."

Thyls nodded nervously.

"Run!"

Almost at the moment when the teenager pulled out his legs, the blue painted orc roared and thumped: "Fraka!"

But Dean didn't let him succeed, and the fighting axe opened the mace in the air.

"Boom!"

Listening to the whistling of the wind behind him, Thales resisted the desire to look back. He desperately called for the crime of the prison river, rushed back to the campfire at an alarming speed, rushed to the ground, and drew a shield from Hubert's suitcase.

As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a majestic figure holding a scimitar toward him!

The swordsmanship that has been tempered countless times is instinctively activated.

The teachings that have not faded in six years are ringing in my ears again.

Iron body style!

The scimitar hit the shield hard.

"Clang!"

In the terrible loud noise and impact, the force of horror is coming!

At that moment, Thales had an illusion: This blow was almost enough to break through the wall.

His steps kept sliding backwards in the sand, and the shield in front of his arm trembled violently.

But Thales stopped.

According to the habit, starting from lifting the shield, his center of gravity is ready to meet the impact, and his steps are ready to unload—this habit in military swordsmanship in the North has been ridiculed by many people, from Nicolai to Huaia , They all think Thales' defense is too rigid, too conservative, lacking flexibility and quickness, and there is no room for counterattack.

But at the moment of welcoming the knife, Thales suddenly realized.

In the confrontation with the orcs, you do not have any "flexible" and "swift" opportunities.

Compared with human opponents, the terrible strength of the orcs conceals too many things. Their fatal blows will tear your moves at the moment of close combat, distorting your movements, and making you flamboyant and crazy. The follow-up reaction became worthless.

If you gaffe in the first round of the disparity in power...

"Selka!" The orc roared and moved!

Thyls shook his arm subconsciously, transforming into a counterattack, turning around to remove the strength of the impact and turn to the opponent's side.

This is another feature of swordsmanship that has been criticized a lot.

Are you in heat? Who do you want to show your ass? The big stallion? Or the granddaughter next to him? ——These are the harsh words of Nicolai, after he kicked Thales in a class.

The prince took a deep breath, lowered his posture, and the power of termination surged to his right hand, throwing out the first attack since the battle.

"Shit!"

The sword slashed open the orc's unprotected hind knees, bringing out a canopy of blood.

The second offensive style of Northland military swordsmanship, the side attack style-broken heel.

Tyles frowned subconsciously.

The orc cried out painfully, its left leg was a little uncomfortable, but its offensive was more violent.

Thyls forced himself to calm down and didn't rush to attack. Instead, he surrounded the opponent's injured leg and retreated with the help of a small figure. The shield and the opponent's scimitar seemed to be ripping the air. Three times, the shock made his arm numb.

The power of ending flowed freely through his body, and the senses of **** not only reflected every movement of the enemy in his brain, but also reflected the distant situation to him: Dean was caught by three orcs Chasing and blocking, Luisa broke through an opponent and rushed towards him.

Finally, Thales seized the opportunity, and after another iron pose, his long sword protruded upwards like a rattlesnake, pointing to its chest in the gap between the opponent's offensive.

The orc's skin was rougher and harder than expected, but the enemy's momentum helped Thales, and the prince who clenched his teeth only felt that the shield and the sword were both shocked!

"Hey!"

The smooth, warm liquid rushed out, following his sword's edge, and onto his arm.

"Hula!" The orc who was pierced in his chest shouted vigorously, his face becoming more and more ugly.

Thyls, who had learned the lesson, knew that he was not good, he did not hesitate, and drew back the side of the long sword to throw!

Next second.

"Boom!"

The bonfire beside him was severely smashed by the enemy's desperate stab, sparks splashing everywhere.

The orc couldn't take it any further-Luisa emerged from the darkness on the side and cut off the palm of its knife.

"Pretty!" Louisa avoided the dying opponent, allowing the orcs to roll in the pain of burning, chest-piercing, and severed hands, and violently hammered the ground beside her, with blood flowing: "See you for the first time. Orcs?"

Thyls shook his head, he felt numb and painful all over his body in Panasonic's spirit. Flash Dance Novel Network

"The second time."

The first time that was killed by Dean.

But they didn't have time to chat: Luisa brought not only support, but also the next two orc opponents.

The sound of the wind whistled, Thales rolled again subconsciously!

However, his physical exertion was not very standard, and he was still swept into the shield by the enemy's epee.

Thyls only felt a tremor in his left hand, and immediately lost his balance, landed his head on the ground, and gnawed two mouthfuls of sand uncontrollably.

Damn it!

Jini told him that falling on the battlefield is equivalent to...

Tyles turned over and watched the heavy sword continue to attack him.

At this moment, a figure rammed from the side, and the orc holding the sword slammed a few meters away!

It's Harken with a big belly.

"Luisa!"

Haken, who saved Thales' life, was sweating profusely. Holding a terrifying hammer, he waved vigorously and pushed back several enemies in a row.

Tyles got up with difficulty and nodded gratefully to him.

"The breeze fell, and the fire was dead," Harken, who was scarred on his body, couldn't respond to Thales, with a hate on his face: "The gray **** know that they are the outer ring. Eight or nine are together. Surround yourself..."

"Fuck!"

The female captain snorted and slashed a sword on the shoulder armor of an orc.

"Shoo!"

A long arrow struck, shooting back an orc who wanted to pinch Louisa.

"They found that we are the key, and they are coming over here," the archer Ponga came back after Harken, looking anxious, and there were not many arrows left in his quiver. "I met Ash Bastard. Our marksman, that guy didn’t get me three times--"

But he couldn't finish what he said.

The next second, a rough black arrow with a fierce tail feathered into Ponga's chest with amazing force, and it came out from the axillary side.

Thyls was shocked!

"Damn... or daddy was right," the archer looked at the arrow that penetrated him in amazement.

"Shoot it so you can have a fart."

Pangka struggled to utter a word, and fell weakly: "If you can't shoot, you still lose."

"Ponga!" Louisa screamed sternly: "Fuck you bastard!"

Thyls looked into the distance in disbelief: On the sand dunes under the moonlight, an orc with his lips painted white coldly put down a terribly large and heavy black bow, and began to deal with his own injuries—— Three shining long arrows.

But they had no time to take care of their dead companions, and another group of orcs came from far away.

Tyles tried his best to raise the shield, and rushed behind Louisa in threes or twos, and stopped an attack for her furious, but he was shaken by the opponent's strength.

No way.

The combat power is not one level at all.

Go on like this...

He was going back to greet Harken, but--

"Be careful!" Thales exclaimed!

Haken's hammer is capable of repelling an orc who wants to fall down on him. When he is panting, an orc's figure suddenly appears behind him!

"Clang!"

A familiar mace hit Harken's weapon and knocked him to the ground.

Thyls tried to catch up and rescue him, but the orcs beside him attacked again.

The face of the orc who knocked down Harken was painted with familiar blue paint. He lifted the dizzy Harken and looked at Thales fiercely, his eyes bursting with hatred that even foreigners could recognize. : "Fraka!"

The next second, Thales watched in horror at Harken's head being pinched by the blue-faced orc. It was like holding a chicken, howling and snapping Harken's head against his chest armor!

Under the tremendous force, the collision between the skull and the steel made a weird sound:

"Kara!"

Tyles trembled all over!

"No! Harken!" Dean's roar came from behind the blue-faced orc.

In this way, the head of Harken from Alumbia, who once wanted to marry his sister to Thales, changed its shape, turned into something red and white, and sprayed out.

His whole person slipped weakly to the ground, motionless.

These words echoed in Thales's mind again, making him extremely frightened.

"Thok! Fraka!" The blue-faced orc roared at Thales savagely, shook his sticky left hand, hit his brain and blood-stained breastplate, and walked step by step.

But it turned around halfway through.

"Mongrel!" Dean yelled and rushed, and the fighting axe collided with its mace: "My **** is your enemy!"

Tyles shook his head and drove the fear out of his brain.

But the killing is not over, the blood in the sword and shadow remains.

The cry of the orcs has not weakened, but the caravan's screams and exclamations have become less and less.

"Behind!" While roaring, the bruised northerner Kanze rushed towards Dean, knocked him away, and helped his bald head block an axe from behind.

Under the chasing of several orcs, the old hammer and fast rope rushed in panting, broke through the encirclement to join them, topped the front row, and replaced Thales and Louisa, who were gradually dying.

"Caravan, there are others," Louisa, who has been under siege, gets a rare respite: "How's it going?"

"Hubert is gone." The old hammer turned away with a heavy blow, and simply reported the death of his companion.

The fast-rope vocal cords tremblingly took his words: "He broke it for us."

Loisa stomped her leg painfully.

There is no time to mourn for my companions.

"There is no caravan anymore," McGee, who was embarrassed, ran from behind and said anxiously: "I'll find a horse. If we don't break through, we will all die here!"

The old hammer swung desperately, temporarily forcing four enemies in one direction away for several steps.

"Damn!" Louisa gasped in pain: "Dean!"

"I know!" During the battle, Dean's voice was a little distorted, but he seemed to persist in thinking:

"Arrowers, armors, weapons, fierce beasts, sudden surprise attacks launched at the same time, organized tactics and arrangements..."

"Plus this scale..."

"These gray bastards!"

The bald mercenaries gritted their teeth and shouted: "They are not exiles!"

"They are tribal heroes, regular warriors of a big tribe in the desert!"

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

The big tribe?

The orc's... tribe?

At this moment, a strange noise came.

"Haw!"

"Be careful!" Dean shouted angrily, and shook the furious blue-faced orc with a false move, shouting at Kanze:

"Soldier Lizard!"

Tyles' scalp tightened: a huge inhuman figure on all fours twisted and screamed, screaming in the sand!

The next second, a giant gray-yellow lizard the size of an ordinary person jumped in front of Kanze, and the scales on his body were clearly visible.

It crashed into the formation of the mercenaries, bit Kanze's arm in one bite, and pulled him around in a circle, causing the strong man in the north to exhale in pain.

Tyles gritted his teeth and stabbed the monster with a sword, but was cut apart by its scales.

Kanze reluctantly waved his left arm, trying to shake off the bite of the soldier lizard.

This is his last effort.

Another orc seized the opportunity, and its heavy straight knife slashed through the air and slashed Kanze's right chest.

Under the rough weapon, there was even an obvious gap in the Northlander's right armpit.

"Puff--"

The blood shot, dyeing Thales at Kanze's side red.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

"No!" Dean roared sternly. He kicked the fire, and the burning wood fell on the soldier lizard.

The fast rope screamed, grabbed all the firewood on the ground, and threw it at the monster in the desert.

The soldier lizard finally couldn't stand the flame, let go of Kanze's arm, and retreated into the darkness.

But Kanze, who was split in half, had only trembling strength left. He fell to the ground and soon stopped moving.

"Yeah!" Luisa burst into tears. She grabbed her long sword and threw herself at the enemy again.

The impact of the soldier lizard was disastrous, and Dante's swords were disrupted.

Many orcs took advantage of the situation and attacked. Without the support of the flanks, everyone instantly fell into the predicament of one enemy and many-Thales found himself facing two orcs at the same time.

Faced with their immense power, he was almost in desperation. The crimes of the prison river never ceased. With the timely dodge and unloading power of the Northland military swordsmanship, he could be able to withstand the chilling power. .

The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

Under the threat of the axe and the great sword, the prince darts from the left to the right, and the shield groans, as if it will shatter in the next moment.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the fast rope flew out several meters and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Oops.

Tyles bit his chapped lips, and the hope in his heart faded little by little.

The fighting sound is getting smaller and smaller.

The caravan has been completely silent, and only Dean, Luisa and Old Hammer are still fighting in Dante's great sword.

Mckey, who went to find the horse, has long since disappeared among the enemies.

"Hold on!" Louisa's voice crossed the encirclement and came in her ears. It sounded very bad, but she was still trying to motivate them: "Believe McGee-he is a barren man and a desert Darling!"

Persevere?

Believe?

Tyles took a step back and awkwardly avoided a life-threatening sword slash.

What do you believe?

He breathed in pain, his sword and shield trembling from repeated blows.

Through the senses of hell, the teenager can feel: There are more and more orcs around, most of them holding weapons and staying quietly on the periphery-maybe rushing to replace their companions as soon as there is a space, maybe out of arrogance Waiting for their victory.

Looking at more and more enemies in all directions, Thales began to believe that his luck might be over.

He knew that the opponent was too strong, regardless of number or strength.

They have almost no chance.

He is fighting with the instinct of never giving up for so many years.

The crime of Hell River seems to have reached its limit.

"Bang!" There was a heavy blow not far away, and the old hammer fell to the ground in pain.

Damn it.

Tyles sighed in his heart and rolled hard, only to find himself rolling at the feet of another orc.

He felt a chill.

Yes it.

It's the blue-faced orc.

He lowered his head, his expression was as hideous as ever.

The next second, the mace strikes the ground!

"Boom!"

Thyls threw away his shield, dragged his sore body, evasively avoiding the blow.

He knew that for humans, these orcs' attacks were fatal.

As for the opportunity to promote the crime of Hell River?

Come on, under this intensity of fighting, there will be no "checkmate" as the black sword said.

There is no chance to shed blood and activate magical energy.

Once he was recruited, he would immediately know if the ferryman in the prison river was a legend.

Tyles struggled to get up, but before he could stand firmly, a scimitar struck his sword!

"Clang!"

Under the tremendous power and unstable movements, he could not withstand a single blow, and the sword was released and fell again.

The weapon fell into the sand, making a dull noise.

It's over.

Thyls was trembling, only feeling a sharp pain in his arm.

Compared with Genie, Wiya, and even Nicolai and Monty, who he had been against...

This level of fighting...

He turned over with difficulty, only to see the blue-faced orc in armor approaching.

It showed hideous teeth to the prince and slowly lifted the mace.

"Fraka." The orc said coldly.

Damn it.

Thyls is a little unconscious.

Fraka...

What does this mean?

Have you studied in Longxiaocheng class?

The anger of Dean and Luisa still lingers.

Tyles was panting hard, feeling around, trying to find anything that could cut the blood.

But he failed.

The next second, the mace fell sharply!

Tyles closed his eyes.

Little slippery head.

Remember, learn orc language well.

Otherwise, when I die, I don’t know what I am because of...

Just now.

"Boom!"

The sound of steel collision.

Thyls was shocked in a cold sweat in the sand and dust!

He opened his eyes sharply.

The enemy's weapon fell off the side and hit the side of his head deeply.

Tyles' heartbeat has not recovered, and he stares at the scene in front of him in a daze:

A very thick sharp iron fork stuck in the gap of the mace, blocking its track.

The iron fork is attached to a thicker wrist without a palm-it seems to be cast into the bone.

The blue-faced orc who was prevented from killing seemed very dissatisfied. It turned to the owner of the fork, to the owner of the broken arm.

"Nasser!"

The orc roared frantically, wrinkling the blue paint on his face.

It was emotional, and his left finger pointed to Thales on the ground: "Sal, Flacca!"

But the owner of the fork just shook his head slowly.

The right arm attached to the iron fork is still holding the mace, not relaxing at all.

It has an unfamiliar word in its deep voice:

"Sorino."

Tyles stared at their negotiations blankly.

"Sorino," the owner of the fork arm repeated flatly:

"Sorino, Satusel."

The blue-faced orc seems to be very angry, its breath is getting thicker and thicker, and its gray skin is trembling slightly.

But the owner of the iron fork arm seemed unusual. A few seconds later, the blue-faced orc roared and retracted the weapon reluctantly. It gave Thales a hard look, hatred in its tiny eyes.

Thyls lay stiffly on the ground, feeling that his over-used body was about to lose control.

The blue-faced orc raised his head and yelled at the surroundings: "Naku! Kandal!"

The next moment, as if receiving a command, all the orcs, whether in battle or not, put down their weapons and stepped back together.

Even fierce beasts such as the soldier lizard were tightly bound by two orcs with ropes and suppressed.

The orcs scattered one after another, revealing Louisa, who was panting with a sword, and Dean she was supporting.

Also revealed the owner of the iron fork.

Thyls saw it clearly.

This is another orc.

Another special orc.

The blue-faced orc in armor is already huge, but this orc is almost bigger than the former, even two people taller.

This is not its biggest feature.

Its skin.

The orc's skin is pure black, much darker than the surrounding companions.

It has a thick pile of snow-white fur on its shoulders, which looks like some kind of fierce beast. Under the fur, there is a metal black armor, which is obviously very high.

It has three parallel hideous scars on its forehead, extending to the bridge of the nose, like claw marks, its lips are light gray, and the hair on the top of its head is more vigorous.

Thyls frowned.

It is... the leader?

But the remaining mercenaries exclaimed.

Next second~IndoMTL.com~The pure black orc leader bent his black lips and raised his sturdy left hand to them-his palm was tightly wrapped around the neck of a human captive, letting him use it in vain struggle.

"No, no," Luisa said with a slight cry in her voice: "No."

Dean sighed: "McGee."

The Desolate Man whose neck was strangled was trembling, his expression was distracted, his hands weakly climbed onto the huge arms of this special orc, but he couldn't resist even a little bit.

Thyls shook his head in despair.

It's over.

The orc made a sound similar to laughter, and threw the weak McGee to the ground, then raised his broken wrist and pointed the fork above the only mercenary.

The next moment, the pure black orc spoke slowly.

Tyles and the two mercenaries were shocked by the fact that what came out of each other’s mouth was a fluent, desert accent, Westland.

"Human," the orc's low voice seemed to shake with the sand: "You played very bravely. You took away the fighting spirits of the four tribal warriors and won our respect."

Luisa stared in surprise, while Dean frowned.

There were dozens of orcs around, standing in a black and crushing patch. They held weapons and stared at the mercenaries murderously, but they held their breath in silence and no one made a sound.

"Therefore, I promise with the honor of the Stonebreaker Tribe that I only have to surrender to me."

"Your companions, including this Sorino," he gently kicked Thales, solemnly and solemnly:

"You can live."

Thyls moved slightly.

He remembered.

The word of the pure black orc: Sorino.

In the class of Longxiao City, there are similar words in the glacier orc language, although the tone and suffix are not the same-Sorina.

It means:

Cub.