"Nourishing ......"

As arrows and crossbow arrows pierced into the demon beside her, Orga could clearly hear the sound of flesh being corroded.

Their limbs and even their internal organs, under the divine power attached to the weapon, are like encountering a nemesis, and once they puncture the epidermis, it will cause a massive ulcer, turning into a lump of mud.

Holding out his hand to catch a crossbow arrow shot at him, Olga's fingers crushed its arrow with a slight force, revealing the white powdery object within.

"Nourishing ......"

The moment he came into contact with Orga, bursts of holy power were automatically released from the pile of powder, constantly invading Orga's power, wanting to break through his defenses.

He ignored this, but observed it with interest.

Take a closer look at how it works.

The structure of this kind of substance is a bit like the so-called [Sage Ashes] in the previous world, and the manufacturing principle should be that the bones of devout disciples have been specially treated to stimulate potential power, but the concentration is far less high.

According to Olga's estimates, the deceased would have been far from the standard of a saint during his lifetime, at most of a devout person.

The main reason why the effect seems strong is that the runes on the arrow amplify its effect, so that it can achieve one point of force and ten results.

From this point of view, the essence of a high-level world is revealed.

Compared to the lower worlds that hold precious materials and can only be used violently, they already have a lot of relevant knowledge, and they can go beyond the most basic stages, so that things can easily be used to better effects.

After thinking about it for a while, the magic power in Olga's hand instantly took effect, directly corroding the substance.

He summed it up to himself: "Hitting people with ashes, you really don't respect us at all......"

Once two opposing forces meet, then the stronger side has the absolute advantage.

Under this premise, for Orgar, the destructive power of these arrows is not much stronger than that of ordinary crossbow arrows.

The divine power above would be worn out the moment it came into contact with him, and with pure physical damage alone, these crossbow arrows would not pierce his exoskeleton at all.

It can be said that if it was just this kind of attack, even if they were left standing and let them fight, it would be impossible for Orga to be injured.

The purity of the power of the two is not at the same level.

And a monster like this that can ignore arrows and crossbow arrows, in this battlefield, Orga can see hundreds of them at a glance.

Most of them, although their bloodlines were not as pure as Orga's, and their magic purity was not as pure as his, but this attack still tickled them.

Compared to those low-level monsters that are huge in number and abused by people, although these high-level monsters are scarce in number, they are the biggest enemies of this line of defense.

In frontal combat, ordinary soldiers can't fight them at all, so they can only let them fight.

It can be said that as long as any one of them rushes to the city wall, they can bring heavy casualties to the other party!

This is an unacceptable thing for the other party whose reproductive power is far inferior to that of the demon, if it is really to do that, three or two demon tides can make their low-level soldiers die.

Therefore, there will inevitably be indigenous powerhouses to intercept these dangerous monsters.

And the situation was indeed as he thought, and when he approached the city wall a certain distance, a faint gust of air suddenly appeared near the back of his head.

Instinctively, Orga sensed a threat.

Immediately tilted his head slightly.

Then he saw a scimitar more than a meter long slashing silently over his head.

If his reaction was a little slower, the knife would directly hit his Heavenly Spirit Gai from the middle of the two horns on the top of his head.

Glancing towards the sword's owner, Olga saw a stout creature with a human-like appearance, but still retained some primitive beast features.

'Orcs. ’

Based on the information he had obtained before, he recognized the race of the other party.

In his information, the talents of this race are basically the same as those of humans, whether it is intelligence, longevity, reproduction rate, and physical fitness, they are very similar, but their personalities are relatively irritable, and they have few magical talents, replaced by something called shaman talent.

Glancing at the various sumptuous patterns painted on the other party's body, Orga understood the meaning.

[Brave Warrior], [Swift Body], [Poison Evasion], [Damage Reduction]......

There are more than 100 of them.

As far as he knew, it wasn't a decorative pattern, but a war totem depicted by orc shamans using a lot of magical materials.

It has a mysterious power in the memory of the natives, and only the strong can withstand it.

And the stronger the strength, the more totems can be withstanded.

So to a certain extent, the totem on the other party's body is equivalent to strength appraisal.

Twisting his head, looking at the other party who was taller than his current compressed body, Olga didn't have any anger on his face that was almost attacked, but asked with great interest: "Judging from the number of totems on your body, according to the strength of your world, you should be a legendary, right?"

After being dodged a blow, he quickly stood firm, ready to deal with the orcs who were fighting back, and in the face of Olga's inquiry, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, obviously a little puzzled as to the meaning of the other party's question.

After some hesitation, he finally did not answer Orgar's question, and chose to pick up the weapon in his hand and slash at the other party again.

The footsteps moved slightly to the left, dodging the opponent's attack again, the expression on Orgar's face still did not show any anger, but took the opportunity to carefully look at the runes carved on the scimitar, and after reading it, he commented unhurriedly:

"Exorcism runes, it shouldn't be easy to be cut by it, this is really targeted equipment. ”

In the face of his evaluation, the orc man just had a cold face and slashed several times in a row!

Under the power of the totem, these swords seemed to be slashed out at the same time in an instant, cutting a perfect arc in the air, and at the same time sealing all the retreats of Olga, and slashing straight towards his neck.

The orc man's heart was full of confidence in his inevitable blow, which he had practiced for decades to master.

Since I learned it, no one has been able to avoid it, except for a few times when I was hard to resist it.

In the next moment, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his expression couldn't help but show disbelief.

He didn't know if he was empty for this attack.

Because the way Olga coped with it was more than he expected.

The other party actually took off his head, just to avoid his blade.

Ignoring the other party's ghostly expression, Olga held his head in his right hand and tossed it around like a basketball, before the head that was carried said loudly: "This perspective is a little strange now, and I'm not used to it." ”

So he put his head back on without hurry.