"One song flew in, a little familiar, and suddenly realized, that it was actually his companion's head. ”

What a fucking horror scene that was?

Durotan looked at the instantly stunned expressions of the enemies in front of him, and he couldn't imagine how they felt at this time.

However, at this moment, he didn't have time to think about those boring things, and the flawless tacit understanding with Drakar's years of running-in made his body think one step ahead of him, and he took action, and grasped this fleeting fighter plane as soon as possible.

The frostwolf's bite turned into a bolt of cold lightning in his hand, and it slammed diagonally from the bottom up to the chest of the dazed thief, who came to his senses almost at the last moment of the axe's touch, and jumped backwards in an attempt to dodge.

However, one step was slow, and the sharp frost axe slashed into the flesh for three points, and began to cut the flesh and cut the body.

At this moment, Durontan keenly observed the thief's pupils shrink dramatically, his face obscured by the mask, his brows furrowed, and his eyes as hideous as a dying beast.

However, it was already too late.

The blade of the Frostwolf's bite swept across the thief's chest, dragging out a bloody arrow that shot into the sky, leaving a long, diagonal wound on the thief's chest that nearly severed his Sanqi.

The human thief's chest spurted blood and flew three feet before landing motionless, while his companion, the warrior with the weapon, roared wildly and frantically swung his sword at Durotan like a wounded beast.

Durotan only defended and did not attack, his feet retreated, and he seemed to be constantly retreating by the weapon warrior, and he was powerless to fight back, but in fact he was closing the distance between the weapon warrior and the human shooter, creating the best killing environment for Draka.

And Drakar, who had a heart with him, did not disappoint him, and Drakar immediately launched a charge at the human archer.

The human archer suddenly looked panicked, he was not bad at hand-to-hand combat, but it was by human standards, in the face of a ferocious orc warrior like Draka, he was sure that if he was close enough, he would definitely die a miserable death.

The archer immediately bent his bow and fired his arrows in an attempt to stop Draka's advance, while shouting, "Legras!"

The human shooter shouted the name of the weapon warrior, and the angry weapon warrior suddenly came to his senses, and with a turn of his eyes, he saw the condition of the human shooter.

He was just about to turn around to rescue, but Dulongtan, who was "powerless", suddenly burst into a counterattack.

The heirloom battle axe, which had been passed down from generation to generation by the Frostwolf Chieftain, increased in speed in Durontan's hands, one moment it seemed to swing normally, and the next moment it was like a dancing dagger.

The weapon warrior suddenly had no time to care, and it looked like he would be dismantled if he didn't pay attention.

At this time, Drakar finally engaged the archer in close combat, and the human archer had no choice but to draw two quick sword to fight head-on, but in a few moves, he was scrambled by Drakar's heavy double axe, and looked even more precarious than a weapon warrior.

The battlefield gradually became clear and clear, the cannon sound was incessant, and the arcane barrier that withstood the bombardment was full of cracks, and even if it did not break in the next breath, it would definitely be broken through after ten breaths.

As for the Kultiras soldiers who fought against the tribal warriors, they were even more defeated, and they had at first felt a sense of exhaustion.

But they can't be blamed for this, I'm afraid that anyone in the same situation as them may not be better than them.

It felt like the waves crashing against the reef, and the soldiers of Kul Tiras were the waves, and the warriors of the tribe were the reef, and the waves of the human soldiers crashed against the reef of the tribe warriors, and they smashed themselves to pieces, and the reef did not move.

The tide may be endless, until one day it crushes the reef to gravel, but the soldiers of Kurtiras cannot, so it is only natural that they will fight more and more desperately.

At this time, Drakar had already forced the shooter to the edge of the deck of the giant ship, and the human shooter had no way to retreat, and the next moment he would be killed and Drakar's double axe.

But Drakar suddenly heard Durotan's warning.

"Be careful!"

Drakar's gaze was deflected, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a cold light flying towards her side and back, and the back of her neck suddenly aroused goosebumps, and the sense of death made her want to bend over and vomit.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and Drakar was just about to tilt his neck and sideways his head, dodging the fatal blow that came from the shadows, only to find that in front of him, the human archer was actually stabbing with his sword, and the target was exactly where he was dodging sideways.

The fatal kills one after the other made Drakar's life on the line, but in the next moment, her gaze was cold, and her eyes became as sharp as a lonely and arrogant wolf king.

Drakar ignored the deadly rapier that came at him, and still turned his head to avoid the hidden weapon flying from behind.

Just listen to the "snort".

A few meters away, Durontan's eyes were torn as he saw Draka's head pierced through with a thin sword, and a blood-stained thin sword even pierced through the sky.

Almost instantaneously sparkling Durontan's mind, he roared and unleashed a massive frost blade with an axe, splitting the weapon warrior and the sword in two.

Everything in Durontan's eyes was a blood-red color, but before he could be consumed by the rage, he suddenly saw Drakar with her arms staggered, swinging her axe like scissors, and beheading the human shooter in front of her.

Drakar struck the enemy with an axe, then turned his head and looked behind him, and saw that there was a dead body that had lost its breath, the body of the human thief.

The secret weapon that nearly killed Draka was the human thief's last desperate gamble.

Even Drakka admired the thief at this time, he was a respectable opponent, not only skillful, but also determined, if it weren't for his rich experience in life and death battles, she would have just died.

At this time, Drakar had a small cut on the right cheek of her face, while the left cheek was wearing a rapier, which was inserted from her mouth and pierced through the left cheek, making Drakar look like a Valkyrie.

Durotan looked at this picture, he was surprised, full of joy at the same time, and sighed and thought: "I must have saved the world in my last life, and I can marry such a perfect lifelong partner in this life." ”

In the eyes of the orcs, such a scar on the face is more like a beauty mole, after all, the orcs never care about looks, the key is the will, and the fearless will shown by Draka is simply a model of the perfect orc.

However, just as Durontan was thinking about these things, Drakar pulled out the thin sword with a twitch in the corner of his eye, and then glared at Durontan viciously, and the look of blame in his eyes made Durontan's heart shiver and tremble.

"I'm dead. ”