Knock –

The crude iron rods slammed into the floor, and the visible shock wave blew a strong wind that swept up the wreckage. Trantris sideways to avoid the furious blow, and swooped closer.

The silver-white blade arced in the night sky in the light of the holy sun.

The flesh cracked, and blood spurted out.

"Roar—"

The ogre let out a cry of pain and slammed a hand down at Transtris. Of course, the old man who had been prepared for a long time would not be easily hit, and his pace changed and appeared behind the ogre.

Groaning –

The sword light staggered, instantly weaving into a sharp sword net, with a trace of sword groaning towards the ogre's Achilles tendon net.

Before the Ogre King could react, the sword light in Trantris's hand erupted again, slashing at the Ogre King's other leg one after another.

The sword light flickered, and flesh flew sideways.

The joints were damaged one after another, and the Beastmaster's legs could not support his burly body, and his knees slammed into the floor.

The Ogre King, who finally reacted, turned around, picked up a pillar-thick iron rod and slashed at Transtris, but was dodged again.

However, although the ogre temporarily lost its mobility, it quickly recovered due to its strong resilience. After recovering, the Ogre King went berserk and launched a furious attack on Transtris.

The iron rod was swung and the wind whirred, and the ferocious attack made Transtris dangerous. The Ogre King's attack was fatal to the old man, and even a touch could complete the completion of serious injuries. However, no matter how the Beastmaster's iron rod was wielded and how ferocious the attack was, Transtris was always able to avoid it dangerously, and did not even let the other party touch the horn of his clothes.

On the contrary, although the old man's situation is dangerous, he can still use his agility advantage from time to time to leave one or two scars on the body of the beastmaster.

Although these scars may only be an injury that the ogre can recover from in the next second, it is absolutely unacceptable to only be beaten passively, but there is nothing it can do but wave the iron rod indiscriminately and roar angrily into the air.

The enraged ogre finally couldn't bear the humiliation. It roared wildly, and the ten-meter-tall burly body was raised several meters as a result, and the already bulging muscles swelled several times again, and the whole body was filled with an explosion of power.

The dim energy gathered from all over its body and towards its hands, almost condensing into substance. Then, the Beastmaster raised the iron rod in his hand and slammed it down to the floor.

At the moment when the ogre king went berserk, a strong sense of crisis rose in the old man's heart. Feeling bad, he was already as far away from the Beastmaster as he could before he could raise the iron rod in his hand.

The next moment, he felt extremely glad for his judgment.

The terrifying power was poured in, with the beastmaster as the center, and the earth within a radius of 100 meters collapsed under this fierce force. Circles of shockwaves carried corpses and sand and stones all over the ground like a huge wave, rushing towards all directions.

Trantris saw with his own eyes that a bare rock, still tall and solid, was crushed in a wave of corpses and sand, and then turned into a part of the wave, slamming farther away.

Luckily, he hid quickly, otherwise he might have been one of those bones. Even if he didn't dodge and survived the impact, he was probably in a semi-crippled state and couldn't move. At that time, when the ogre king arrives, he will still die.

However, although Transtris had taken precautions early and stayed away from the Beastmaster in time, he was unable to dodge the flying rubble and bruised his cheek. The old man didn't care about this, he could feel that with the power of the gravel, even a pair of armor made of thick iron would not be a problem. Now it's just a bruise, much better than being pierced through the flesh, and much luckier than the crushed boulder.

Besides, over the years, he has suffered so many injuries of all sizes, and who would mind that this small abrasion is not enough to make him incapacitated.

Not to mention the bruises, in the Eastern Continent back then, he was not seriously injured, he avoided the dragon's breath stubbornly, and then cut off the head of the dragon who was also seriously injured, and won the final victory.

Although this opponent may be better than the dragon in terms of strength, he is not without a chance, and the battle has been so far, the Ogre King's ability is almost observed, as long as he continues to use his advantage in speed and wait for the opportunity to pierce its heart. Although the danger factor skyrocketed after the berserge, the old man didn't take it to heart.

Fighting, always accompanied by danger.

...

Ophelia looked nervously into the distance, she couldn't have noticed the movement caused by the beastmaster's berserk, not to mention that she had been paying attention to the battle over there. After seeing the terrifying blow, her hands couldn't help but clench tightly, and beads of sweat were oozing from her palms.

Although Trantris had been on the back legs since the Beastmaster went berserk, her heart could not help but rise to her throat when the tide rushed to Trantris. It wasn't until the curtain fell, the dust fell, and she saw Trantris standing safely outside the pit that her hanging heart relaxed.

This was the first time she had seen her godfather fight, although she knew that Transtris was very strong, a platinum-level powerhouse whose strength stood at the pinnacle of mankind, but that was all heard, and now he was facing the Beastmaster who was also at the top of the Beast Pyramid.

She had also learned about the large-scale operation of Galea, Slyer, and the Elves to clear the Anglis Mountains in the past. Knowing that there was a platinum-level powerhouse who fell in that purge, the one who killed it was the One Beastmaster. Although it was not the beast king in front of her, she was still subconsciously worried about this godfather who was kind and kind to her.

It was only now that she really relaxed. She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, Grandpa Trantris told her about the dragon slaying when he was young, and Ophelia didn't believe it at that time, thinking that he was bragging, and the old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. Now I don't know why, I suddenly remembered this incident, and I also remembered the legend of my godfather, and gradually settled down and silently cheered for Transtris.

By the way, Transtris originally had a beautiful goatee, but was later burned by Ophelia, who was awakened by magic...

Although the old man was happy for a long time because of Ophelia's talent, after that, she never saw the beautiful goatee that she wanted to catch when she saw it...

...

The ogre threw the iron rod in his hand so hard that Trantris could clearly see that the thick iron rod had broken through the sound barrier before he even took off his hand!

Without much thought, Transtris immediately poured magic into his feet and kicked it violently. At the same time, he uses his magic to protect his whole body from possible blows.

Boom –

The iron rod spun and flew at high speed, rushing towards Transtris, followed by an explosion that was enough to burst the eardrum. As he dodged, Trantris saw the powerful wind pressure generated by the impact of the iron rod crushing all the bones in its path into meat sauce, and the sand and gravel were also crushed into powder under the tremendous pressure, and then flew in the air with the manic air current.

As the iron rod passed by, Trantris's scalp tingled when he felt the power contained in it. His cheeks were torn by the hurricane, his gray hair was flying in the strong wind, and his chest was even more breathless from the strong wind pressure. Luckily, he mustered his magic early, otherwise he might not have ended much better than the meat sauce all over the floor.

The human body is too fragile compared to Warcraft.

Trantris raced around the edge of the pit, looking for an opportunity. The ogre, on the other hand, threw out his iron rod and leaped high into the air, then slammed it at Transtris.

Bang –

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and a figure that looked a little small compared to the ogre's burly body jumped out of the smoke screen, rolling and widening away. Then, as soon as the old man's palm slapped on the ground, the whole person bounced up and flipped an arc in the air. As soon as he landed, the old man's toes exerted force again, and the whole person flashed to the side.

At the same time as Transtris dodged, a black shadow burst out from the smoke screen, hitting the old man's original location like a cannonball, blowing a high sand curtain along the way.

Boom –

Groaning –

The explosion rang out at the same time as the sword groan, and although it was drowned out by the sound of the ogre slamming the ground, the ogre king heard the subtle hum. The beast's instincts caused it to flex the muscles in its neck and forcefully take the slash that would have caused it to be severely wounded, leaving only a shallow sword mark.

Seeing that the offensive was blocked, the old man was not disappointed, the other party was also a beast king, and it was not so easy to be defeated. Without nostalgia, tapping on tiptoe, Transtris changed the direction of travel again, and at the same time did not forget to greet the Beastmaster's Achilles tendon and knees with two sword qi.

Keng——

The sharp sword qi slashed at the beastmaster's tense muscles, as if the blade of the sword had slashed on the fine iron, making a metal collision sound of gold and iron clashing.

Ignoring the Beastmaster behind him, Transtris immediately pulled away, and now unless he gathered considerable strength, he probably wouldn't even be able to cut off the ogre's fur. Instead of wasting your strength, it is better to avoid the edge for a while.

Fortunately, the Ogre King's iron rod had been thrown far away by it, and he could reduce a threat, otherwise, he might have to face a storm of attacks from the Beastmaster who had increased both strength and speed in his berserk state. If he could have avoided it when he was younger, it is better not to try it lightly now.

Although letting it go one more time could cause Warcraft to lose a lot of personnel...

Looking at the vacuum that had clearly been knocked out by the Beastmaster's iron rod, Transtris dispelled the dangerous thought in his heart. It's okay to dodge, but if you can't dodge, Contesino is going to be finished!

The current beastmaster, the whole city, except for him, no one can contain it.

Alas, I'm also old, otherwise, although I can't say that I can face the ogre head-on, but I won't have to hide and hide like now.

Thinking of this, Trantris shook off this unrealistic idea and focused on the battle in front of him.

Distraction on the battlefield is not a good habit.