"Green dregs! Is it still such an old-fashioned trick!?"

Among the orcs, apart from those shamans who used magic, only the most powerful legendary chief was left unlost in the brilliance of magic, and he used his great power to stop [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy] For the erosion of reason, but through the power of magic continue to squeeze the potential in the body, overdraft the contained vitality, the whole body is raised three centimeters upward, the head of the arm is raised one by one by the raised cyan blood vessels on the surface, the scars all over the body are bursting one by one, and after dyeing the clothes red, they have healed in the next second. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"A group of consumables are still talking about it at this time...... I won't let you run away again this time!"

Fergus roared back without showing weakness, this is not the first time he has fought with these orcs, in the last battle, his stepson Connaught was injured in the hands of the other party because of carelessness, and had to leave this battle, so of course he will be familiar with the other party's tricks, the red magic glow is the familiar [bloodthirsty thaumaturgy], and the [madness] of the Scandinavian berserker Pretty much it's all magical magic that sacrifices reason and overdraws one's life in exchange for powerful combat power, and for these simple-minded orcs, this is also the magic that suits them best...... For the brutal Attila army, the large number of orcs with strong fertility could not be more suitable as consumables.

Fergus looked serious, his eyes were fixed on the figure of the orc chieftain, suddenly he was shorter, the whole person was tightly attached to the horse's back, when the two horses staggered each other, a black shadow quickly crossed his head, and the cold chill spread above his back, and then quickly moved away, and when he would turn his head to look at the orc chieftain, the guy who had been so loud before had now fallen to the ground, and next to him, the giant wolf that was originally carrying him was lying on the side, and the huge wound on his back from head to tail made the giant wolf lose his life。

Unlike the other party, who has always targeted himself and wants to cut off his head with an axe, Fergus's target has been the opponent's mount from the beginning, and they are also two legendary people, but because of [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy], the enemy's combat effectiveness at this time is even better, even if Fergus is holding the sword that destroys a mountain with one blow, it can only be a draw.

What's more, the wolf under the other party is too dangerous, Fergus's free hand is constantly comforting the mount under him, but under the gaze of the other party's scarlet eyes, this war horse from Ireland is still shaking, if it is not for the countless battlefields that have been following Fergus all year round, it has already turned around and fled at the first sight of the white wolf, Fergus does not want to face a strengthened version of the orc wolf ride, in that case he will only follow in the footsteps of his stepson, and this is why Fergus aimed at the opponent's mount at the beginning。

"That's fair, isn't it?"

Fergus smiled heartily, not caring about the other party's eyes full of murderous intent, the slightly squinted smile did not have half a smile, his feet clamped the belly of the war horse hard, instigating it to start charging, the next second, his figure had appeared in front of the orc chieftain, his hands clenched the spiral long sword, carrying the power of the charge and the war horse, straight cut down.

After killing you, I will go and kill that woman again, and offer your souls to the great ancestors, and make your heads into wine cups and put them in my tent. ”

Seeing his mount and his companion die in front of him, the orc chief roared loudly, he clenched the giant axe with both hands, and spun it, the violent wind formed a snow-white barrier around him, and the black axe blade was like a ray of light, facing the long sword from top to bottom.

"If you can do it, come on, I'll cut off your head and kick it as a ball before you meet your eldest sister. ”

Kaladeboga and the black axe collided together, bringing a series of sparks, and the bare-chested strong man and the orc chief began a legendary battle, and around them, both the orcs who had lost their minds and the knights of the Red Branch Knights subconsciously avoided this place, and even if they lost their minds, their subconscious minds warned them not to approach this dangerous place.

The battle between Fergus and the orc chieftain was only the most brilliant part of the battlefield, and elsewhere on the battlefield, the knights of the Red Branch Knights engaged in fierce exchanges of fire with the wolf knights, wolf howls and horse barks mingled, maces and Yangtze River intersected, and the corpses that fell to the ground had been trampled into meat sauce and quickly solidified with the molten blood.

A strong orc with a hideous smile, he held a mace in his hand, the spikes on the hammer were slightly rolled up, and there were pieces of clothes and blood-red jelly hanging on it, the giant wolf with his fur dyed red put away his paws, and used the pads of flesh on his limbs to move silently through the blizzard, his eyes were on a fallen knight of the red branches, he had already killed three enemies in such a dastardly way, and he believed that the guy in front of him, who was already out of breath and covered in scars, would become the fourth Ulster to be killed by him。

Under the cover of the wind and the blizzard, the giant wolf carried the orc quietly behind the knight, jumped up, and the sharp teeth bit the other party's waist, and in his master, he waved the mace in his hand, and smashed it hard into the back of the opponent's head, and the terrible cry just came into his ears, and then the weapon in the orc's hand flew out directly, his waist suddenly lightened, and then his eyes turned to look at the sky, and finally what caught his eye was the wolf corpse that was cut in two pieces and the corpse on its back that only had its feet left, without waiting for him to think about it, the sharp pain from his waist drowned his consciousness。

The Red Branch Knight who killed the sneak attacker didn't last long, and the wound on his back was all over his body, especially the one on his waist that exposed half of his intestines, so he was quickly drowned in the tide of the wolf knight, he was not the first Ulster to die like this in this battle, the unlucky guy who died in the sneak attack or was dismembered by multiple orcs, and obviously it won't be the last, similar scenes will always take place in this battlefield, and will continue until one of them wins.

If from the point of view of personal combat effectiveness, the Ulsters from Ireland are stronger, even if they do not have the power of madness, they are also the best among the human race, the elite of the elite, they ride horses, wield weapons, and their bodies are shorter than the orcs but they hide the power to tear apart the tiger and leopard, flexible body, strong strength, superb martial arts, will make this battle a boring one-man show, if the opponent does not have [bloodthirsty thaumaturgy] Without the help of those giant wolves, the battle would have been like the slaughter of the gnolls by the Yeats, which had already shown a one-sided trend.

However, the real situation now is that every Red Branch Knight is surrounded by at least three orcs blessed with [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy], who are wildly brandishing hammer axes and great swords, beckoning towards the Ulsters, and beneath them.

The giant wolves did not stay still, their target was the enemy's mount, those malnourished and skinny horses could not resist the sharp claws and teeth of the giant wolf, and soon fell to the ground, and the knights who lost their mounts could only be back to back, their weapons facing outward, like islands in the sea, facing their enemies several times more than ten times.