Zhao Mian was running quickly along the winding road in the swamp.

He quickly got rid of the entanglement of the dragonmen—of course, this may not be true, because according to the actual situation, he was not so much a quick escape from the pursuers, but rather the jailers who pursued him did not bother to capture him. Although these black dragonmen who had been guarding him attacked him with weapons, both the strength of the attack and the intent of the attack were very loose, and even one of the dragonmen who was good at spells threw two fireballs on the side, and then grabbed the salted fish he was drying and began to gnaw on it.

The two sides pretended to pose a few times, and then swapped places, Zhao Mian took two steps back, turned around and left, and the dragon people began to be familiar with the tacit understanding of the distribution of food and other things, and they seemed to be very familiar with the furnishings of this house.

- What a dedicated jailer and a prisoner of peace.

But the black dragon was not a problem for him to face—just as it was when he left Theramore, the black dragon was a reliable shield for all formidable as it was, for they were largely unfriendly with other forces, and once they came out from behind this shield, enemies who had been waiting for an unknown amount of time would naturally appear around him.

— just like now.

The swampy jungle is never quiet, and the beasts and bugs make all sorts of noises all day long, especially the poisonous insects, whose fluttering wings will accompany you almost as soon as you enter the swamp - but now, the swamp paths are too quiet.

Something was wrong - several years of training and combat had allowed him to cultivate good combat qualities, Zhao Mian almost subconsciously felt the cold and skin-stinging killing intent in the air, he immediately stopped, but such a sudden stop action would naturally stimulate the other party, almost at the same time as he stopped, a tall figure jumped down from the tree shouting orc language, and in his hand, the sharp battle axe reflected the cold light.

There was no need to take the opponent's attack from a high place, Zhao Mian had been trained to tell him so, and he did exactly what he did - he immediately took a step back, and he was able to dodge the opponent's powerful downward slash, and at the same time, a feather arrow also grazed his forehead, taking away a bit of flesh and skin.

There was more than one attacker. He understood the situation immediately, but his backward steps suddenly stumbled and he almost fell to the ground—the arrow was poisonous.

Paralysis potion, orc warriors, archers in the shadows, what else? He paused slightly, summoned the light to heal the toxins in his body, and removed his shield and sword from his back, blocking the second arrow from the other party.

But the enemy's attack came again, and the tall orc warrior couldn't help but be a little sluggish after a slash, but after a short period of relaxation, he immediately chased after him, just in time for Zhao Mian, who stayed in place for a short time because of the treatment of his wounds, and the battle axe in his hand was raised high and it was another heavy slash.

"Squeak~" The battle axe slashed heavily at the front of the shield, and the collision of steel produced dazzling sparks, illuminating the faces of the orc warriors in the dim jungle.

Zhao Mian's boots scraped a foot-long mark on the dirt, and the mouth of his left hand cracked open from the impact, and blood began to gradually penetrate the inner lining of the glove - but he didn't have time to deal with such wounds, because the opportunity was fleeting.

"Holy light, burn his eyes!" he shouted, bright light pouring from his arm into the shield, and then bursting open, the intense light from the front of the shield hit the orc warrior's eyes, causing him to let out a loud scream, he covered his tearful eyes with his left hand, and used his right hand to wave his weapon to cover himself backwards.

This was a good opportunity to kill him - but Zhao Mian didn't continue to press forward, he rolled sideways and left in place, and the next second, three sharp arrows shot out of the nearby jungle in succession, sticking into the position where he had just stood.

But ambushes and traps always complement each other, although Zhao Mian dodged the three arrows that shot suddenly, but he did not dodge the trap hidden in the mud, he rolled on his side and was about to stand up, but his right foot stepped on a certain mechanism.

Hell, all he could think of was the word in his head for a moment, and the next, with the pain of his right foot tearing and an explosion of "BOOM!", he was blown up from the ground and fell to the ground like a piece of rag with a "click".

There was no time to cry out in pain, and Zhao Mian, who had fallen to the ground, quickly checked his right leg - under the protection of the holy light, although the armor and combat boots on his calf had been twisted in the explosion, the bones were still intact. He immediately chose to let the light heal his body, even if the twisted armor made the healing flesh look terrifying.

Then he snorted, and rolled on the spot to avoid the next pursuit shot, and then stood up with his hands on his hands, and spat the blood foam in his mouth into the dirt beside him.

There are two enemies, an orc warrior who is good at hand-to-hand combat, and an archer hiding in the shadows, the arrow has quenched poison, which is preliminarily estimated to be paralyzing venom, and there are traps buried nearby, and the safety of other places except for the road from which they came has been left to be considered.

Zhao Mian, whose mouth was full of rust smell, held his shield and looked at the orc warriors who had slowly recovered from blindness, and thought about how to get out of this situation little by little.

If you want to survive, you can only kill the other party or let the other party know the difficulty and retreat, the battle is inevitable, so how to achieve the tactical goal of reversing the advantages and disadvantages of the battlefield? He quickly compared the advantages and disadvantages of the two sides in his mind, and then decisively grasped the only combat advantage between himself and the other party, and at the same time, the orc warrior who had recovered also rushed over with a big axe in his hand again.

But this time, Zhao Mian gave up his defense, he put the shield in front of him, blocked his body, and then kicked the ground with his broken right foot, holding a sword and shield and charging towards the orc warrior.

"Squeak~" The sparks of steel impact once again illuminated the cheeks of both sides, and the orc warrior let out a hoarse roar at Zhao Mian through his weapon, but Zhao Mian, who was opposite him, still looked at him quietly and steadily.

The eyes of both sides met in the air, and the orcs, who realized something, almost subconsciously planned to withdraw their weapons, and intended to close their eyes - but this time it was not a repetition, a small mistake in judgment, and the leader of the battlefield became completely different.

Zhao Mian pressed tightly, and the sharp horn of the emblem shield in his left hand slammed into the orc's chest with holy light, and his whole body staggered backwards at this time, but the impact also made the two temporarily separate, so in the next second, the shooter who had been aiming for a long time naturally chose this short opportunity, and three feather arrows flew from the shadows.

However, Zhao Mian would not give them a chance to regain their momentum this time, not only did he not dodge the arrows that were fired, but instead threw away his shield, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at the orc warrior's chest, tearing his chest straight open, and making his internal organs face the world.

"Ahh

"Ahem. Zhao Mian coughed up a mouthful of blood, then took a deep breath and stood up straight again, he grabbed the shaft of the feather arrow, and then pulled it out violently - the barb on the arrow brought out a large number of pieces of flesh and internal organs, but he did not let out a scream, while the holy light healed his wounds, he held the long sword in his hand and stared closely at the surrounding jungle, waiting for the next shot from the other party.

Then, the jungle fell silent again, and a few minutes later, the insects that smelled blood rushed in from all sides, and they circled around the corpse of the orc warrior with a cheering buzz - and Zhao Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he was safe for the time being.