My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"De Jong, you stay, you are not a soldier, there is no need to go with us."

Paul said to De Jong while checking his crossbow.

"No, I must go."

De Jong shook his head, drew out his one-handed sword, and said firmly.

"You...well, follow me behind, be careful."

Paul wanted to say something, but when he saw De Jong's gaze, he flinched, just hung the crossbow on his waist again, and then patted De Jong on the shoulder.

De Jong has been patrolling the Twilight Forest with Malone, Paul and others for two weeks. Paul also understands a little about De Jong's life experience. He knows that even if he pays the price of death, De Jong cannot give up the battle.

A few months ago, De Jong was a father, husband, son, and elder brother. He is also now, but he has lost his daughter, wife, father, and brother forever—all thanks to the orcs, Paul knew If he were De Jong, he would never stay in place at this time.

"Follow me, Xiquan Garrison, charge!"

Ma Long stood at the forefront of the team, ignoring what happened behind him-even with the help of wolves, it was not easy for him and his team to fight against a dozen orcs, so he Must concentrate.

Under Malone’s whispering orders, Paul, Harry and other soldiers of the West Springs Garrison accelerated their running speed and rushed towards the clearing that was almost crowded with orcs and wolves, and De Jong was also tight. The ground followed them.

"Ooo~ Ooo~"

Rubles made a few high-pitched and short wolf howls at the right time, which seemed to be a signal. The giant wolves who had been waiting quietly showed their minions and rushed to attack the orcs.

The sudden attack of the wolves caught the orcs by surprise—they were still arguing in the last second, and in the next second, they found the terrifying giant wolves less than a dozen steps away from them in the horrified eyes of their companions.

The burly orc reacted fastest. He turned around abruptly and slashed the battle axe in his hand to the head of a giant wolf.

The heavy axe produced a huge centrifugal force, and it slammed into the head of the giant wolf fiercely; there was a crisp sound, although the blade of the axe only cut into the skull of the giant wolf a few minutes, it was broken. The voice explained that it was obviously not alive.

"Roar!"

After the orc killed a giant wolf with one blow, his fierceness remained undiminished. The battle axe wheel in his hand was rounded and continued to chop forward. In a blink of an eye, two giant wolves died under the axe blade.

The bravery of this orc inspired the other orcs-even though they were arguing for a second, no orc has chosen to retreat now.

They are orcs, born to fight.

Orcs' armies rarely train formations or other methods of cooperation, and most of them fight separately; even so, the giant wolves feel somewhat difficult to deal with these orcs.

In this jungle, wolves rarely conflict with other fierce large animals—the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages allows these different species to separate their spheres of influence.

Therefore, in the face of these fierce counter-attack orcs, the wolves seemed a little hesitant-the hunting skills they honed in hunting hares and mule deer seemed a little weak, because most of their prey did not What the ability to fight back.

Several fierce giant wolves quickly approached the orcs against the danger of being slashed by the axe, leaped onto their shoulders, and then bit their sharp fangs into the green and firm skin of the orcs. .

Even the orcs would feel pain-they made a huge roar one after another.

However, the orcs were not knocked down—they struggled to tear the giant wolves from their bodies, ignoring the wolf teeth still inlaid on their necks.(To be continued.)

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"Oh...ooh..."

Accompanied by a feeble howl, a giant wolf was torn from the back by the burly orc, and then stepped on the weak abdomen, actually trampled to death.

A pile of yellow and white things flowed from the back/mound of the giant wolf, and blood was dripping from the corner of its mouth; but the burly orc didn’t even look at it—he didn’t care about the death of the enemy, or said... …He found a new enemy.

...

Although the orcs slaughtered among the wolves, they were inevitably divided by the wolves. Each orc had to face attacks from several giant wolves from different positions at the same time.

Although some giant wolves retreated due to the death of their companions, their existence at least put the orcs into a threat; at this moment, Ma Long and the Xiquan garrison finally arrived on the battlefield and joined the battle group.

"kill!"

Ma Long let out a loud roar, accelerated his steps, rushed into the circle of several giant wolves, and slammed his one-handed sword into the heart of an orc who had not had time to look back from behind.

Paul and Harry and others followed behind Malone, and found their own offensive targets, and quickly solved the orcs who had not turned around in time to defend.

Because of the arrival of the Xiquan garrison, the wolves seemed a little flustered; the strange aura made them not know which side to face.

Rubes made a few high-pitched wolf howls in time. The giant wolves seemed to have been ordered by the army, and quickly calmed down the brief restlessness, ignored the humans around them, and concentrated on attacking the orcs.

The addition of the Xiquan garrison changed the situation of the battle—the giant wolves had no rules when it came to the main attack, but when it came time to cooperate with the Xiquan garrison, they showed great value.

Even after a lot of training, Paul’s strength is still unable to compete with the orcs; coupled with the difference in the weight of the weapon, when the one-handed sword in his hand violently collides with the two-handed axe of an orc, he will inevitably be affected by that. The orc shot down to the ground.

Paul rolled quickly on the ground, then turned over and got up, about to touch the crossbow at his waist.However, he was shocked to find that several giant wolves had already bullied themselves while the orcs were fighting with themselves, their sharp claws gripped the edge of the orc's body plate tightly, and bit his throat.

"Ho ho..."

There was a vague growl from the beast population.His throat is like a fountain, with a steady stream of red blood emerging.

Excessive blood loss made his knees weak, and the orc quickly knelt to the ground, and was then drowned among more giant wolves leaping over—a grand banquet began.

"These beasts...know to eat."

Paul murmured dissatisfiedly, then walked to the weapon he had dropped.Picking up the one-handed sword that had been gapped, he took a deep breath, dragged his tired body, and rushed towards the next enemy.

Under the combined forces of the wolves and the West Springs garrison, the orcs quickly fell one by one in a pool of blood; the giant wolves swarmed up, savagely looting the orcs' corpses, without giving way.

Rubes was regained as a pet baby by Malone and taken to Yese Town to enjoy the "good life"; but the wolf king refused to give up his power in the wolves, so he brought his wolves around Yese Town. .

This is not the territory of the wolves, and the prey is much less than in the middle of the twilight forest.Wolves seldom fill their stomachs; now that they meet these orcs, the giant wolves plan to hurry up and eat.

Helplessly, wolves have more meat and less meat. Soon, even those parts that are not very tasty, such as bones and internal organs, are competed for treasure by the wolves.

...

At the same time, Malone was caught in a hard fight.

That burly orc is obviously much stronger than the other orcs, so the number of giant wolves around him is the smallest-these beasts also know to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

As the strongest in the West Springs garrison, Ma Long unwillingly chose the strongest orc as his opponent, which also put him in a situation where he was almost fighting alone.

It wasn't that Ma Long couldn't beat this orc, but he was lighthearted.This time I went out to investigate without carrying a two-handed sword, and the one-handed weapon in his hand was a bit disadvantaged; secondly, the orc saw his companions die one after another, which also aroused the bloodthirsty and fierce nature, turning the huge axe like a windmill.There is no way for Malone to get close.

After fighting hard for nearly ten minutes, Ma Long had only left a few not deep wounds on the orc. Although the wounds kept oozing blood, they seemed to have no effect.

There were still a few broken wolf teeth stuck in the orc's neck, and blood had dripped all over him; but this kind of pain was not fatal, it would only make him crazy.

Ma Long knew the reason why things turned out like this—these orcs drank the blood of Abyss Lord Mannoroth, and this blood stimulated the potential of their bodies.Achieved an effect similar to "mutation".

The blood-drinking orc is too powerful. Under Anduin Lothar's teaching, Ma Long's body is already the best among human warriors, but it can only be tied with this orc.

But the battle soon ushered in a turning point-because Malone's help arrived.