Between staring at it, Zhou Ming suddenly felt a strange fluctuation in the coat of arms on his forehead, and his spirit touched slightly, and he found that the figures of the three fourth-grade orcs in his mind had been projected into the coat of arms.

At the same time as the orc figure appeared, the relevant reward information appeared.

"Four-grade orcs, hunting is coming: 1 four-grade beast essence stone per head!"

The message is concise, but the meaning is clear.

Only then did Zhou Ming understand what the principle of heraldic recording military exploits was. It turns out to be one with the master's spirit, and through the master's subjective spirit to detect the enemy's situation, complete the target marking, and thus generate the corresponding record.

If Zhou Ming kills an orc marked by a spirit in his field of vision, then Zhou Ming can get the corresponding military merit reward.

The subjective heart of man does not deceive himself in some basic judgments. This is determined by one's own rationality.

The heraldic record of military merit information, keeping pace with the subjective spirit of the owner, is bound to ensure the accuracy and authenticity of the record to a large extent.

Taking a breath gently, Zhou Ming had already slowly taken out the Yuqing King Bow.

With his current strength, a mere four-rank orc no longer poses a threat.

In the field of vision, three orcs are cautiously approaching the trap. The howling of hyenas captivates them deeply.

"Oh, so are they three orc hunters?"

When the orcs got closer, Zhou Ming finally identified the identities of the three orcs. Although the orcs are all fierce and warlike, they have a strict internal hierarchy and a clear division of labor. Hunters, equivalent to logisticians. Their main function is to hunt, to get enough food for the survival of the tribe.

Now that the orc army is about to assemble, the need for food reserves has expanded dramatically, and with the consumption of a winter, food reserves have plummeted. Therefore, hunters are quite active during this time.

However, although hunters play a significant role in orc society, their status is not too high.

Orcs, advocating strength and respecting blood, the vast majority of hunters are relatively weak existences in the orc race.

Truly powerful orcs, they prefer to eat people, hunting and devouring beastmasters among the human race.

Seeing the bloodthirsty hyena dying in the trap, the three hunters looked excited. For them, this is a big bonus. Such a huge prey, especially the ferocious bloodthirsty hyena, even if the three of them hit together, they would definitely have to pay a lot of price.

It was a terrifying prey with one and a half feet stepping into the fifth-grade level.

And right now, the prey that falls into the trap is at your fingertips.

The hunters acted very tacitly, and soon surrounded the hyenas, and drew their sharpened bone blades, ready to deal a fatal blow to the prey, and then carried away.

The hyena bared its teeth and growled, striking back in vain. The horrific injuries on its body had pushed it to the brink of death, and the pain and blood loss had exhausted it.

At this moment, the trembling figure of the bowstring sounded one after another, which looked particularly strange in the night wind. Two arrows of light broke through the air, turning into dragon-like streamers, piercing through the night.

Poof!

Next to the hyena, the two hunters flipped upside down, and a large ball of blood burst out on their chests, and they died on the spot.

Airplanes!

Zhou Ming's spirit moved, and he keenly noticed that two of the shadows of the three hunters in the coat of arms suddenly shrank sharply, turning into a small pocket image, and there was an extra four-grade beast essence stone below.

One of the remaining orc hunters let out a strange cry of terror, instantly realized the danger, and without hesitation, turned and fled into the distance.

Naturally, they also understood the current situation, and knew that there were quite a few Terran orcists hunting them. During this time, the most sacrificed were the hunters.

As a hunter, its first instinct is to run away, which is exactly what it is.

Zhou Ming snorted coldly, put away the human king bow in his hand, and rushed out of the hideout, quickly following the orcs who were trying to escape.

Whew!

The orc heard the sound of the cold wind coming from behind him, and his eyes widened in horror.

At this time, Zhou Ming had already come behind it, staring at it solemnly.

The orc screamed, and flipped his hand into a fist-sized bag of animal skin. With a bang, the animal skin bag exploded in the air, sending out a large cloud of smoke with a foul smell.

Poisonous!

Zhou Ming's body suddenly shortened, rolled forward, narrowly avoided the poisonous smoke rushing in his face, and then raised his hand and slapped a palm on the orc's back.

Oh!

The orc's body was light, and he flew out in response, landing and rolling, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood in embarrassment, and glanced back at Zhou Ming viciously, his speed did not decrease but increased, and he fled forward with a smoke.

Zhou Ming, who avoided the poisonous smoke, did not chase any further, came to the upper hand position, and watched the injured orc go away.

The evening breeze blew, and the poisonous smoke was quickly blown away.

"Hopefully it can bring some decent rescuers!"

Zhou Ming shook his head slightly, dodged and retreated to the hyena's vicinity. Letting the orc escape, of course, was deliberate on his part. His strategy is not so much to wait for the rabbit as to use his example as bait, entrenched in one place, and actively attract orcs to his door.

This is his self-confidence.

Not long after, on the top of the hill near the trap, two sharp wooden stakes more than ten meters high were erected, and on the top of them, the corpses of two orcs suddenly hung on it.

After doing this, Zhou Ming hid his figure again and ambushed in the dark.

Hanging corpses for intimidation and show-off is actually a trick that orcs are good at, stemming from their primitive habit of storing food.

Now, Zhou Ming made the same move, which was tantamount to a huge provocation for the orcs.

Sure enough, the orcs didn't disappoint him. In less than half an hour, a group of orcs were killed.

This time, it was not just the hunters who appeared, among the thirteen orcs, there were suddenly three orc warriors. Of course, the orc hunter who escaped before, as the existence that led the way, was suddenly among them.

Far away, Zhou Ming heard their furious roars.

Apparently, they were violently irritated by the sharp wooden stakes on the hills.

Zhou Ming calmly followed the group of orcs, marking them one by one with his spirit until their shadows appeared in the coat of arms.

"Three real warriors, all sixth-grade orcs, one-on-one combat effectiveness, even comparable to the ordinary seventh-grade beast tamers of the human race......"

Zhou Ming's figure slowly stood up from the weeds, and the butterfly was already in the palm of his hand.

Above the sky, the Golden-Eyed Eagle reported a message indicating that there were no signs of other orcs and orcists in the vicinity.

At this time, Zhou Ming did not have the slightest concern in his heart, and suddenly let out a roar, towards the orcs who were trying to rush up the hill, cut down the stakes, and remove the corpses of the clan.

The orcs reacted immediately, and the three warriors let out a furious roar, trampling the ground fiercely with their hooves and feet, bending their legs like goats and stomping suddenly, bursting out with terrifying bouncing force, and jumping more than ten meters between their bodies.

They held the skull war hammer in their hands, and between the swings, a terrible scream came out between the holes, quickly approaching Zhou Ming, and then brutally smashed into Zhou Ming's head.

Kill!

Zhou Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was calm and calm, and his body was elegant and agile.

Dodging, sideways, and staggered figures.

A cold light flashed, and the orc warrior didn't even see how Zhou Ming made a move, but its waist had already been cut open.

The crack was smooth and deep, splitting most of its waist, including its spine.

Before the blood splashed, Zhou Ming had already come to the second orc warrior, and in a leap, his toes were actually on top of the skull hammer smashed by the other party, and his body turned upside down in the air, flying over the opponent's head in a dashing manner, and a freehand blow fell.

The cold light flickered, and the blade pierced through the top of the warrior's head.

When he landed, the first fighter had just fallen to his knees under inertia, and the roar of the second fighter had not stopped.

Zhou Ming's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, staring directly at the blood-colored furious eyes of the last warrior, his body swayed like a fish in water, fit up, ghostly crashed into the arms of the orc warrior, and his sinking shoulders flew out like a hill of enemy cannonballs.

At this time, the first warrior fell to the ground, the second warrior lost his voice, and the hunters who followed him did not rush closer.

It all happened so fast!

Zhou Ming's movements are clean and smooth, without any fancy ones, and every movement is like a note of death.

This is the combat ability he has honed in the Realm Womb.

Without mercy, not even the slightest fluctuation in his heart, Zhou Ming was like a reaper, rushing straight towards the group of orc hunters who had not yet reacted.

The hand rises and falls, as if entering a no-man's land.

The orc warrior who had been knocked out of the air suddenly got up from the ground, although the bones were broken a lot, but the terrible pain only inspired its madness and fighting spirit.

It wielded its warhammer and let out a deafening roar, its wild breath burning all over it.

However, when its eyes were turned to the enemy again, it saw an extremely strange scene.

- The human was standing not far in front of it, with a turban flying at the back of his head, and was quietly looking at it with a pair of cold and cold eyes. Behind the human, every orc it could see was falling, their heads sliding strangely from their necks.

At that moment, it was as if an invisible hand was pinching its neck. Its roar stopped abruptly, and deep in its furious heart, Senhan's fear came out like a devil, making its body stiffen and tremble.

In its frightened eyes, the young man in the night, like the embodiment of death, looked at it quietly and indifferently, shaking his head silently and disdainfully.

In silence, it felt the contempt of its opponents.

It thought it would die, but the boy turned around, slowly grabbed the bodies of the two warriors, dragged them up the hill without hurry, and hung them high.

At that moment, the young orc warrior understood.

It looked at the boy on the hill, the fangs in its mouth creaking, and let out a terrible roar when it looked up to the sky, and then turned and headed for the depths of the grassland.

"Finally...... Is it lit?"

Looking at the back of the orc warrior in the distance, Zhou Ming exhaled slightly, and a little expectation faintly appeared in his heart.

――What kind of masters will the orcs send in the next wave?!