The trunk of the city-breaking hammer is a thick oak stick wrapped in three copper hoops, the front part is connected to the head of an alloy forged goat, the impact is enough to hit the stone gate and hit the flesh and blood, even if it is a fat and strong-skinned and thick ogre, it can't bear it, the nose bone is instantly shattered and fractured, and he falls down with blood spraying all over his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The screams drew a crowd of ogres patrolling nearby, three of whom were dressed in rough skins and shoulders and carried large wooden clubs, and rushed to relieve their comrades when they saw that they were attacked.

"Wait!" An ogre wearing large chain mail and a two-handed giant sword on his back stopped his companion and said with a gloomy face: "These three guys can break out of the wolf's den, it can be seen that the strength is not bad, Huta, you go and inform Boss Abraham, and the others follow me!" ”

The captain of the armor and sword was superior to his companions in terms of intelligence and status, and the ogre named Huta did not dare to disobey his orders, and turned around and ran into the depths of the cavern with his club.

The ogre captain drew his two-handed greatsword and rushed at Lyudmila, who was beating and trampling his companions, with a roar, and the other two ogres also rushed forward with a scream and a big club.

Lyudmila sensed the arrival of enemy reinforcements, decisively kicked the neck of the fallen ogre, wiped her hands around her waist, and pulled out her twin swords like lightning, crossing to block the greatsword of the ogre captain.

Boom! The moment the sword collided, Lyudmila felt a strong force backlash, and took advantage of a backflip to remove the momentum, landing on both feet with the knife on guard, and her pretty face had a little more solemnity.

The ogre captain was also shocked and staggered back, his wrist holding the sword was a little numb, and the refined giant sword in his palm was also knocked out by the cold iron double knife in two bean-sized crashes, and he couldn't help but secretly gasp, he couldn't believe that the fair-skinned and beautiful female ranger on the opposite side had a strange power comparable to him.

Roland saw that the ogre captain had a barbarian professional level and his overall strength was not below Lyudmila, so he decisively opened the acceleration boots and launched a charge, intercepting another ogre and preventing him from cooperating with the captain to flank Lyudmila.

The "Ring of Freedom of Movement" made him ignore the undulating environment of the scene, like a whirlwind suddenly approaching the ogre, holding the sword with both hands with the momentum of the charge, and cutting off the thumb of the ogre's right hand with a bang.

The ogre screamed in pain as the blood flew out, and the bate in his hand fell to the ground. The slow-witted, bald-headed fat man didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and grabbed Roland's neck with his free left hand, trying to redeem his disadvantage with brute force.

Roland didn't make a hard fuss with him, and stepped five feet in his accelerator boot, cleverly avoiding the ogre's grasp, and burrowed under his armpit.

The ogre grabbed the air, and hurriedly turned around in horror, but his bulky and huge body was not agile enough, and he was stabbed in the back by Roland's sword first.

Dark Judgment!

This sword Roland used the stunt taught by his father, breaking the enemy and slashing + backstabbing sneak attack at the same time, Sen Leng's sword qi surrounded Durandal, and the sword blade pierced the ogre's leather armor like a broken bamboo and penetrated deep into the internal organs.

The ogre had a strong physique, and the sword could not kill him even if it hurt his internal organs, but the collateral effect of the "Dark Judgment" made his eyes black and dizzy.

Roland had already calculated that the additional stun DC when he cast the "Dark Judgment" was 17, and the "Pupil of Destiny" helped him see through the opponent's character level, and after a little calculation, he knew that the chance of the other party passing the exemption was no more than fifty percent, so it did not surprise him when the ogre fell into a dizziness, and jumped into the air with a sword in both hands, and cut off his head cleanly.

Bloom didn't sprint as fast as Roland, but he wasn't slow at all, and when he was far away, he roared and threw a magic hammer, forcing another ogre trying to pinch Lyudmila to stop, and rounded his hands with his big head and aimed at the flying hammer. If he could hit this time, the warhammer would inevitably fly far away, and then he only had to face a dwarf with his bare hands, and it would not be a casual killing.

However, Bloom was not as reckless as he appeared, and realized the ogre's intentions and summoned the hammer back before the opponent could swing his club.

The ogre swung his stick with all his strength in the air by a fraction of a second, but the force was too strong, and his body was driven by inertia to turn in place for half a circle, and he stumbled and lost his balance under his feet.

Bloom didn't miss the opportunity and threw another hammer, slamming it into the ogre's leg. The fragile knee joint could not withstand the blow of the adamantite warhammer, and it snapped on the spot with a click.

The ogre's right leg bone was almost folded inward at a right angle, and the pain in his heart came, and he couldn't help but scream and fell to his knees, cold sweat the size of a bean covering his forehead.

Bloom caught the hammer that flew back upside down and rushed over with a roar, "Stupid big man, lie down for me!" ”

The ogre endured the pain and tried to resist, but as soon as the baton was raised, Bloom slammed it away. The +2 heavy shield on the left hand took advantage of the weakness and slapped firmly on the ogre's face, and the adamantite spikes in the hidden shield ejected out in unison, accompanied by a popping sound, and the blood stained the shield scarlet.

Bloom withdrew his shield thorn, and the ogre fell on his back, his bloody face miserable.

Rubbing the blood from the shield on the corpse, Bloom turned to look at another battlefield with the hammer in his hand, Lyudmila and the ogre captain ping pong were having a lively fight, and Roland had just finished off his opponent and was approaching Lyudmila to help her flank her opponent.

The ogre captain didn't expect Roland's three to be so strong, and the two of his subordinates were killed in two or three clicks. He didn't have much chance of winning against the female ranger alone, and when he found Roland and Bloom surrounding, he couldn't help but be anxious, roared, his eyes were bloodshot and he went berserk, and he picked up his giant sword and slashed wildly.

The ogre captain was already full of brute strength, and when he entered a state of rage, his strength and physique gained +4 bonuses, and Lyudmila's double sword shook the giant sword and immediately noticed that something was wrong, and his left wrist was sore, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground with a scimitar.

“waaagh！” The ogre captain went berserk, howling and raising his greatsword in pursuit.

Lyudmila's flexible waist bent backwards sharply, her upper body almost parallel to the ground, and she dodged the giant sword and swept in a thrilling way, and then stood upside down with her backhand, a pair of slender legs and flying kicks in a row.

There were two muffled bangs, and the ogre captain's chest was dented by two delicate footprints, and he involuntarily staggered back.

Lyudmila flipped into the air and landed on her feet, her lips lightly opening and spitting out a series of rapid and mysterious incantations, and the divine power of nature turned into a round of emerald light that emerged from under her feet.

The raging ogre captain was undaunted, and roared at her again with his greatsword raised.

Lyudmila completed the spell casting procedure in time, and finally spat out a syllable: "Entanglement!" ”

The infinite vines rose from the ground in response to her call, like a sea of green that drowned the ogre captain, and countless branches wrapped around him, unable to break free even with brute strength.

Bloom hurriedly braked, for fear that he would also be entangled, and did not dare to break into the vine-covered area, throwing a war hammer far away to strike the ogre captain.

Roland caressed the "Freedom of Movement Ring", magical energy surrounded him, and strode into the area shrouded in entanglement, like Moses parting the Red Sea, and the vines retreated.

"No—abominable humans!" At this time, the ogre captain had finished his fury and fell into a weakened state, and he was entangled by vines and couldn't move, so he could only watch Roland's sword approaching, and shouted fiercely: "You dare to kill me, Boss Abraham can't spare you!" ”

"So your prince's name is Abraham?" Roland sneered and lifted Durandal. The cold blade touched his neck, and the ogre captain's hair stood on end, and his face turned pale.

"Tell me about this Abraham."

"No...... You don't want anything out of my mouth, Boss Abraham is invincible, and you will all be torn to pieces by him! The ogre captain roared wildly.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to listen to your bluff." Roland's eyes were cold, since the ogre didn't show the slightest mercy when he washed the lumber yard with blood, he wouldn't have mercy on these bloody villains, "Since you won't cooperate, then die." With that, with a flick of his wrist, Durandal slit the ogre captain's throat, turning his intimidating words into a groan of despair, and the blood gushing out of it drowned out the last note.

Roland's eyes narrowed slightly, and at the moment when the ogre captain was desperate, he felt a trace of luck fluctuation appear out of thin air. He was no stranger to this phenomenon, and immediately skillfully dissected the head of the ogre captain and took out a thumb-sized silver upanishad.

Drawing two degrees of luck, Roland casually threw the Upanishah Stone at Bloom.

Bloom caught the Upanishads and wiped them, and asked him curiously, "What power is here?" ”

"Iron will."

"Oh, Iron Will?" The dwarf's face was full of surprise, "This is a good thing, no wonder that guy was so stubborn just now." ”

The specialty of "Iron Will" can be described as upright and simple, and after learning it, it will directly increase to level 2 of will immunity. The stronger the will, the less likely it is to be demoralized, even if it is threatened with death.

As a warrior, Bloom's advantage lies in the immunity of tenacity, and the immunity of will is a shortcoming, and it is easy to be hit when he encounters an enemy who is good at seductive spells, so Roland assigned this "Iron Will" Aopanish stone to him.

The ogre captain's chain mail and greatsword are all fine products, and they can be exchanged for about three or four hundred gold coins when they are picked up and sold to Duvalin, but Roland did not clean up the battlefield immediately, and the top priority is to find Abraham, the leader of the ogre, and track down the truth about the lumberyard bloodbath.

The three of them rested and set off again, and Lyudmila followed the ogre's footprints as she made her way unimpeded into the depths of the cavern, a vast hall that had apparently been excavated by hand.

Confirming that there was no ambush around, Roland propped up the hidden door with his sword and gently pushed it open.

The hall was pitch black, and the thick smell of blood rushed to his face, making him feel inexplicable palpitations.

Clenching the sword in his hand, Roland was the first to enter the hall.

At this time, the hall suddenly lit up with firelight, and when I looked around, I saw a clay platform piled up in the center of the hall, and a torch was inserted in the center of the platform, illuminating the empty hall.

Illuminated by the torches, Roland's gaze shifted downward, and the moment his gaze touched the ground, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The floor was full of severed limbs and broken arms, dripping with blood, and it seemed that someone had used the severed limbs as a pen and blood as ink to draw a terrifying picture on the ground, which made people look creepy and feel like they were in hell.

Just when everyone was shocked by the cruel scene before them, a cruel smile came from the air: "Welcome to the despicable studio, you have one last minute to admire my masterpiece, and then I will squeeze your blood and mix it into paint to make this painting even more perfect." ”

Crazy laughter echoed through the room, the torches were suddenly extinguished, and the hall was once again plunged into darkness.

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