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"They smell terrible," the tomahawk said with a frown, and then charged at the oncoming orcs, the wheel-like double-edged axe easily swept across the waists of the two orcs, slicing them in two, "Let's see who has killed the most monsters in this battle!" he exclaimed, swinging the giant axe in his hand, and the sharp blade of the axe slashed the two orcs into four with their weapons.

During the team's expeditionary career before they were hunted by Kaile, they played such competitions regularly, each with their own records.

"I accept your challenge!" Nack's honesty was limited to treating his allies, but the sub-giant was the most formidable of his enemies, and at least five orcs had already flown out with the powerful swing of his warhammer as he responded to the dwarves.

"I agree," Willy shouted, "but I have a problem," she wielded her greatsword in one hand, knocking down the orcs who approached her like a farmer in a wheat field, "Is Rhaegar included? ”

"For the sake of fairness," Heim's rapier was still as swift and fluttering as the wind, and the orcs had been stabbed in the vital point before they even knew how he could draw his sword, "I don't think we should have him in such a contest unless he can kill ten times as many enemies as we do, or fight with flesh like we do." ”

"As you wish," said Rhaegar, as his soul was intact, some part of his dormant temperament was being awakened, and the gambling of his companions was equally aroused, for he had not fought hand-to-hand with a man for a long time, knowing that, in addition to justice and strength, the god of judgment was also synonymous with belligerence in distant times, "let's see who can set a new record." His body rushed out of his companions' protection, crushing the throats of five orcs with his bare hands before the team could stop him.

"By the way, what's the stake?" Rhaegar asked casually, dodging two oncoming thick wooden sticks and slashing the neck bones of his sixth and seventh opponents with his hand knife.

His performance stunned the squad of mages who had always thought he was just a slightly more physically fit. "The last one was in charge of a week's chores, including carrying his bags, lighting a fire, and cleaning up the dishes," said Haim, who was distracted, and was almost attacked by the other side, his figure quickly drifting backwards, and then rushing forward again, piercing the attacker's heart with a sword, "and the victor was relieved of these chores within a month." ”

The orcs, numbering in their seventies or so, were physically strong and fierce enough to defeat twice their own trained soldiers, even with their rudimentary weapons. However, they are no better than a group of children who have just learned to walk, and the only thing they can do in the face of explorers who have become extra excited by the gamble is to choose which weapon to kill: Willy and Heim's swords, Nack's warhammer, the double-edged greataxe of the tomahawk, or Rhaegar's hands.

The cascade of casualties finally touched the nerves of these murderous creatures, and after their numbers had dropped to twenty, one of the largest orcs suddenly stopped attacking, and he stood in the middle of his compatriots, raising his head to the sky and letting out a sharp roar, while slashing off the heads of the two orcs beside him with the long bone knife in his hand.

The howl of the wolf echoed in the air, and the blood of the headless orcs gushed out of their necks, and at the sight of this scene, all the orcs seemed to be greatly stimulated, and they no longer attacked the squad, but stood in place like their own leader, roaring and beating their own chests with their weapons.

A hint of uneasiness suddenly appeared in Rhaegar's heart, and the feeling that had always been good came into play again at this time, and four ropes poked out from behind Rhaegar like flexible tentacles, wrapping around the waists of his companions, and the next moment, the geist flew into the sky with the entire expedition team.

Almost as soon as the team left the ground, the ground where they had been suddenly collapsed, and then, a huge black shadow suddenly burst out of the ground, it was a worm-like creature, the body exposed to the ground was about thirty meters long, and at least five or six people could hold it with open arms at the thickest point. The large insect opened its tentacled jaw, stretched its body as hard as it could, and relentlessly chased Rhaegar and the team members as they flew into the sky at full speed, until its huge body was stuck in the relatively narrow hole exit. Then, the giant worm turned around and lowered its head, rolled up from the two-meter-long tentacle orc's headless corpse that grew from its mouth, and stuffed it into its mouth.

"What kind of monster is that?" the tomahawk asked in surprise as he looked at the never-before-seen behemoth.

"It's the Terraline Worm, a creature unique to this wasteland. Rhaegar quickly summoned the primordial particles around him as he answered the dwarf's question. After taking his companions out of danger, the geist landed about two hundred meters away from where he had been—a land full of dangers, and he couldn't devote all his strength to flying. "They are usually active underground, but sometimes they come to the surface, and these creatures are never picky eaters, from hard stones to intelligent creatures, on their diets. Some barbarians and orcs will tame them from an early age to serve themselves, and in addition to attacking their opponents, their greatest use is to take the tamers in their mouths and walk through the ground, and then spit them out at the right time, apparently this is how those orcs avoid our surveillance. ”

"How can we get rid of it?" Knuckle, looking at the Ground Worm that had digested the two orcs and was turning their heads in the direction of himself and the others, Nack asked a little nervously, "Or, how do you escape from this big worm?"

"The mouth is their weak point. Rhaegar had completed his spell, and a yellow ball of light quickly sank into the ground, and the team immediately felt a slight fluctuation in the ground beneath their feet. "This spell can make five hundred square meters of ground harder than steel in two hours. He said, "I can deal with one worm, but judging by the number of these orcs, I'm afraid it will take at least three worms to fully contain them." ”

"How long will it take you to defeat it?" asked Heim suddenly.

"At least five minutes," Rhaegar replied, "their skin is thick and resistant to magic, and even if I stay put, it will take me a while to destroy its defenses." ”

"Very well," said the elf, "you'll get five minutes." He quickly assigned the task to his companions: Willy and himself had to destroy the remaining orcs in the shortest possible time before supporting their companions, while Tomahawk and Nack were responsible for temporarily dealing with the other two possible worms while the two of them fought, given the lethality of the weapons.

"Now," shouted the elf, "let's start fighting!"

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