"Roar!! A blue-purple orc was slashed in the shoulder by Solam's battle axe, but this guy didn't mean to back down at all, and even screamed more excitedly, and then grabbed Solam's battle axe with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up a weapon that was also like an axe and a machete in his hand and slashed at Solam's skull, a fierce one!

"Get out!" Soram naturally couldn't wait for this guy to take a fancy to him, so he raised his foot and slammed it towards his grandson's lower body, and there was a cracking sound of broken eggs, and the bastard who was originally a ball of jerk immediately made a series of strange noises like a rooster that was choked by the neck, and then his legs fell to the ground in a figure-inward, and after that, Soram burst his dog's head with a hammer.

It seems that no matter how crazy you are, the balls will always be a man's hard wound, whether you are rational or not.

"Phew!" Solam spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and then slammed an axe on a black orc who passed by him, before he reluctantly said to Trismu: "Grandma, these grandsons have really hard bones. How are you? If you can't hold on, the cat will rest in the corner for a while. ”

"Ahem! I can hold on. "Although Trism is a violent ranger, after all, his strength is too much inferior to that of orcs, and the bloodthirsty and violent orcs have thick skin and high blood, and it is already a little difficult for his scimitar to kill them with one blow. So it was inevitable that he would fall into the struggle, his body was already very good, although the drow elf was originally an elf, but the body was much stronger than the surface elf, which is why the surface elf was always at a disadvantage when it met the drow elf.

Trism is a mixed race, there are no shortcomings of elves and humans, the advantages have been inherited, this body is definitely a front-row player in humans, plus Trism is still a werewolf, the strength itself has a bonus, this kind of body is really not too good.

But that's it, it's still not the animal-like physique of the black orcs, plus the berserk ......

Anyway, after getting caught in the fight, Trisim doesn't take advantage, he is very fast, but the problem is that others are not afraid of him to fight, that is, he exchanges injuries for injuries, Trisim slashes others, and the black orcs continue to do it like no one, but if Trisim is fucked, he will vomit blood directly.

No, when Trism killed the tenth orc, he was disgraced by someone else's dying counterattack.

"If it doesn't work, you'll become a werewolf, it's time for you, and you don't care about this!" In this situation, let alone werewolves, it was the ogre who came up to help, and the people of Silvermoon City also accepted it.

Trism has a lot of problems, such as being very proud even though he was born as a slave, and he doesn't like to talk, pretending to be cool every day, and he has a bad temper and loves to cut people at every turn.

There is another problem in it, and that is cleanliness.

Yes, Soram can't even figure it out, he used to be a lowly slave, where did he get the cleanliness fetish? But the truth is so amazing, being a person is still a cleanliness fetish, you bite him?

Anyway, he's not a woman, and Soram has no interest in biting.

Although his cleanliness fetish is not exaggerated, he has always had a strong resistance to furry things. Because of this, he has always disliked getting too close to Frostfang. Even if he's a werewolf and is born to communicate with Frostfang, this guy seems to be particularly resistant to furry things, and he doesn't know where the problem is.

In short, for this reason, it seems that Trasim rarely transforms into a werewolf unless it is absolutely necessary, and according to him, every time he becomes a werewolf, he has to spend half a day cleaning up the hair left behind.

When you transform into a werewolf, you will have long hair, and when you turn back into a human, those hairs will not be taken back. How can it be!

The hairs only fall off immediately, but there are always some of them that stick to his body, which makes Trism even more unhappy! I don't like my furry stuff in the first place, and then I still get my hair all over my body, isn't it a double blow?

However, Trisim couldn't care about this situation, and his proud heart couldn't let himself leave his master alone in this situation. Although Trasim said that he was hired by Solam, Trism knew that there were absolutely few people in this world who could accept him as unscrupulously as Soram.

And Soram is very good to their brothers, not only does they eat and drink well, but more importantly, Soram really treats them as his own, for the sake of Theos, Sora is in Silvermoon City, the territory of humans, and the elves fought fiercely!

Although there are no people in this world who die for their confidants, but with such a boss, can Cui Sim not sell his life? Although in his heart he had long regarded Solam as his master, and Trism was born as a slave, and he was very repulsed by this experience, but this experience still left traces on him, and he subconsciously found a master for himself.

Otherwise, he would have left a long time ago, saying that they owed Solam money, but after such a long time, the money owed would have been paid off long ago.

For the sake of his own master, and for his own duty, Trisim is unwilling, and he must transform!

"Whew!!!"

After a wolf howl, Trism turned into a three-meter-tall, snow-white werewolf!

"Whew!!!" Then Trism swung his two scimitars into a cloud of blurred shadows and rushed towards the orcs who climbed up!

Superb skill, great strength, flexible limbs, and terrifying self-healing ability, this is simply the perfect melee class template, without the slightest weakness, Trismu, who transforms into a werewolf, simply turns into a perfect killing machine.

For a moment, the headless corpses of countless orcs were left on the ground!

And those soldiers of Silvermoon City, the moment they saw the werewolves appear, they were indeed a little stunned, and they couldn't figure out why there were werewolves here, but they could see Trism hunting black orcs everywhere like a god.

The soldiers quickly dismissed that little doubt.

Werewolf? As long as it can help them resist the invasion of the orcs, werewolves count as hair! Even the ogre, they will cheer for him!

So a group of soldiers cheered for Trism and launched a counterattack against the orcs with high morale!

Seeing this, Soram felt that the people of Silvermoon City were indeed able to bear it well. Thinking of this, Solam simply didn't delay, he planned to summon some helpers, otherwise he would be too tired from fighting.

But when he raised his hand to open the portal, he remembered something, damn it! He's still not marked......

Are those mages blind? There's a magic master here who will help them fight! Why is it so blatantly ignored?!!

With this feeling of grievance, Solam grabbed a guy who looked like an officer.

"Ask you, how do you get to where the mages gather?"

The officer obviously didn't recover from the fierce battle, and he was pulled by Solam, a little out of shape: "Huh? ”

"Forget it! Let's go fight......" Solam looked at this guy in a trance, and knew that this guy was probably too excited and a little confused, and he asked him in vain, so he pushed him and let him continue to cut people.

Soram pushed him, and he continued to scream and rush at the orc.

"Come on, look for it while fighting, anyway, there must be a mage on the city wall, it's not too late to ask if you catch one." After saying that, Solam raised his weapon, mobilized his adrenaline, and rushed towards the orcs. "Come on, black orc cub, come to Daddy, Daddy loves you!"

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