"Fire !!"

The simple words that came out of Durontan's mouth always made him feel a hearty sense of pleasure, and the roar of the cannon that accompanied his command to fire made him tremble physically and mentally.

The trembling air caused a layer of goosebumps to stir up on Durotan's skin, and Durotan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This is the power of steel! ”

"Boom!"

Durotan had just sighed when he suddenly heard a loud bang, which felt as piercing as the crisp sound of a hammer falling on the crystal a hundredfold, and this made him quickly come back to his senses and look at the source of the sound.

He saw a flash of purple light, and the arcane barrier full of cracks came into his sight, as if sarcastically saying to him, "This is the power of magic! ”

Durontan grinned and shouted, "Keep firing!"

His sigh was over, and all that was left was to rejoice, glad that this power of magic belonged to the tribe.

"Manpower is sometimes poor. ”

Durotan remembered what Izzy had said, and magic was undoubtedly born from people.

Although Durotan knew that some magic could use the power of the world's magic web to transcend human beings, he was extremely sure that there would be an end of enemies they faced at this time, and this would doom them.

The mage ship shrouded in the arcane barrier was powerless by the incessant shelling, and it was not surprising that it was destroyed in the cannon fire whenever it was fired.

It was at this time that those human soldiers went crazy and launched an attack on the tribal fleet.

Durontan's attempt to protect Drakka became more and more difficult, and Drakar was so angry that she got carried away in the fight, allowing the natural bestiality of the orcs to eat away at her heart.

Just like the tragedy that Durotan himself experienced many years ago.

"Whew!"

Durotan seemed to hear a wolf howl, and the fur that had been draped on his back belonged to the old wolf with wind fangs seemed to come to life again, and reminded him in his ear to remember the lesson.

"Draka!

Durotan shouted his partner's name loudly, but the bloodied orcs no longer seemed to hear him, and her and Durontan's figures had already attracted the attention of many enemies.

Dozens of human soldiers killed the two of them who were deep in the lone army, and Durotan suddenly had no time to care, so he had to fight hard.

The bite of the frost wolf became heavier and heavier in his hands, and Durotan could no longer remember the last time he felt this feeling of exhaustion was in that battle, the battle between Franlun and the demons, the battle of the Hangmaul Castle, the battle of the Frost Fire Ridge?

It didn't seem to matter, what mattered was that he knew he could still wield the legendary battle axe that had been passed down from his father.

Two human soldiers armed with swords engaged him head-on, and Durotan danced the bite of the frostwolf, cutting him off first and then beheading him, but as soon as he dealt with the two, more soldiers immediately came up to kill him.

The eyes of these enemies exuded emotions that were incomprehensible to Durotan, and they were obviously terrified, but they still fought to the death.

"Why do these guys have such eyes? Ah, I see, they don't dare to anger our tribe, so for the sake of their families and their homes, even if they are afraid of us, do they have to fight?"

"Roar!"

Durotan roared in rage, and slew with his axe, feeling a nameless anger in his heart, and even he didn't know why he was so angry.

"You know you're afraid, and you dare to provoke us? No, it's not like that. ”

Durotan danced wildly with the bite of the frostwolf, thinking half-heartedly for a long time, not knowing where his anger came from, and this caused him to be nearly stabbed in the head by a human soldier.

"I'm CNMD!"

Durotan cursed at the foul words he had heard from Izzy, and swung his axe and slashed the human soldier who had nearly killed him in two pieces from his shoulder.

"Happy! yes! Why should I think so much? Now I should think about how to kill the enemy, how to end this battle as quickly as possible. ”

Durotan had a thought that several more soldiers rushed at him and Draka, and he immediately grasped the bite of the frost wolf and met the enemy head-on, and he soon found that the enemy who rushed up this time was extraordinary.

It was a squad of four, and they were dressed as if they stood out from the crowd of enemy soldiers who were all dressed in standard equipment, and it was easy to tell their professions from their outfits.

The avant-garde was a heavily armed shield-wielding defensive warrior, and he was accompanied by a weapon warrior and a thief skilled in hand-to-hand combat, while the man at the back was armed with a bow and had loosened his arrows.

The arrows were as swift as lightning, but the target was not Durontan, but this made Durontan's face change drastically, this despicable shooter actually wanted to attack the furious Draka!

Durotan lunged forward two steps, blocking the arrow's path, swinging his axe and intercepting the archer's attack with his tomahawk parry and hard blackstone cuirass, all while he roared out his partner's name.

"Draka!"

Hearing her partner's angry shouts, the bloodied Draka instantly regained consciousness, she looked at her partner, and immediately noticed Durontan's solemn expression, and then she followed Durontan's gaze to look at the attacking enemy, and understood the form at this time.

The enemy is now, fight to the death!

The husband and wife charged at the four enemies almost simultaneously, and the enemy engaged them with defensive warriors and armed warriors at the forefront.

The Warrior of Arms' two-handed swords slashed up, only to collide with the blades of the Frostwolf's Bite, sending out dazzling sparks, and the two warriors began a battle of strength, while Drakar wielded his twin axes in an attempt to break through the shield wall of the defenders.

At this moment, the flying arrow and the dagger in the shadows simultaneously launched a deadly attack on Durontan.

Du Long grinned and said in his heart, "The right decision." He understood that the enemy was intent on destroying the two husbands and wives one by one, but their "correct" decision was exactly what he wanted.

The arrow flew, and Durotan raised his left arm guard to block the arrow, and the weapon warrior who was fighting him, before he had time to grasp this fleeting fighter, saw Durotan actually quickly transform between blocking and attacking, and blasted at his face with a straight fist.

The fist, which was almost bigger than his own face for a human, looked almost indistinguishable from a sledgehammer that had cut through the rocks, and the weapon warrior had no choice but to block it.

The last dagger was the most sinister, and the thief stabbed Durotan in the back of the head, but he didn't succeed.

Durotan looked like he had eyes on his back, and he put the handle of the Frostwolf's bite in advance in the direction of the thief's approach, and the sharp metal thorns at the end of the axe handle were like trees waiting for the rabbit to die.

The thief had no choice but to abandon the attack, but Durotan laughed and cheered for the enemy's "right" decision.

"Ahh

Drakar's roar was heard suddenly, and a detached head suddenly flew into the battlefield on Durontan's side, rolling down the deck as the head of the defensive warrior.

The unexpected development caused the remaining three humans to stand on the spot for a moment, and Durotan sneered, "You think Draka is a warrior who can be easily dragged down?