A packed hunting party walked the bottom of a rocky canyon in the dark, and the Broken Hand warriors looked defenseless.

A young warrior said to Kargas:

"Chief, I don't think they're coming this time. ”

"Shut up, you idiot, you don't have to be quiet when you come? Kargas slapped the young warrior next to him on the head, and the newly added warrior still looked a little immature.

Just as they were about to walk out of the canyon, a strange cry came from the grass by the roadside, and Kargas's eyes flashed.

"The ogre has taken the bait!"

Kargas raised his fist to the sky, and under the control of his mind, the upper part of the blade fist rose into the sky, accompanied by a scream, like "a cloud-piercing arrow".

The Ogre Mystics revealed their true forms and surrounded the hunting convoy of the Shattered Hand Clan.

The Arcanes shouted, "Kill them all!"

Kargas grinned and threw the blade of his right hand into the head of the shouting ogre.

Kargas, who drew his sword back, sneered, "Kill us all, slaughter these pigs for me!"

As soon as the words fell, the fur on the wagon was lifted, and the soldiers with broken hands had been waiting for a long time, when a horn sounded from the other direction, which was the charge of the Warsong Clan.

The ogre mysteries were shocked.

"It's a trap! Get invisible! Retreat!"

The ogre tried to cast a spell when another voice rang out.

"Splash the dye!"

Izzy's voice came from above the canyon, and countless white pigments fell from the sky, splashing on the body of the ogre mystic, and the white dye could even emit fluorescence, which looked particularly eye-catching in the dark night, and a bunch of ogre figures gradually appeared.

The corners of Izzy's mouth were grinning, and the troubles that had made him sleepless were finally solved.

"Block the exit of the canyon!Wipe them all here!The others have seen the rockfall above the canyon!Give them a bloody smash!" With that, Izzy drew his devouring sword and slid down the rope with a wild smile on his face.

Before he could hit the ground, Izzy stomped on the rock wall, leaping to his feet, and the man pulled out another steel war knife in the air, stabbing two weapons into an ogre's eye hole.

The two hands were smashed hard, stirring up a burst of blood mist, and Izzy quickly slaughtered into the battle line of the Broken Hand Clan, and the ogres around him were beheaded by him one after another, splitting their chests, and cutting off their limbs, and the smile on Izzy's face gradually expanded unconsciously.

"Haha!

Can't help but shout, Izzy dodged the slash of an ogre, and with a wave of the knife in his hand, the ogre's thigh broke at the root, and he fell to the ground and howled, Izzy stomped heavily on the ogre's chest, and after a tingling sound of bones, the ogre's mouth spurted blood like a fountain.

The wind behind him had arrived, and Izzy, who was palpitating, rolled down and dodged the sneak attack, and Izzy turned his head to see that an ogre with a giant hammer had just swung an attack.

A carp stood up, Izzy charged at him, the ogre swung the hammer and smashed, Izzy easily dodged the attack like a ghost, and before the ogre could react, two cold lights flashed between his wrists holding the war hammer.

The ogre's hands were severed, and he straightened up as he looked at his broken wrist and yelled in fear, and Izzy sheathed it, picked up the ogre's sledgehammer, and slammed it into his head, ending his pain.

Turning his head, three more ogres rushed over, and with a blood-stained smile on his face, he spun and threw the war hammer out, and the huge war hammer blew a chilling wind in the air and smashed directly on the head of an ogre mystic.

The Mystic let out a strange cry, and then stopped moving.

The two mystics glanced at each other, and at the same time raised their hands to unleash two arcane missiles at Izzy, who kept walking, swinging his knife to split two low-level spells, and plunging the sword in his right hand into the chest of an ogre, directly letting go, condensing a lava blast and sticking to his face.

Izzy took the opportunity to test the damage reduction effect of their spells, and it looked like the Arcane was gone.

The other ogre looked frightened and turned to run, Izzy raised his hand to condense an ice spear, and threw the ice spear with a roar, and the fleeing ogre was nailed to the rock wall.

Drawing his sword and continuing to look for the next target, he just looked up, and saw a long bow loosened in the hand of an arcane magician, and an arrow flew in, instinctively deflecting his body, and the bow and arrow shot into his shoulder.

Izzy's face turned black, and he broke the shaft of the arrow, which was the enemy he hated even more, and it was shameless to release the arrow in secret.

Charging with a knife, the ogre who slashed all the way turned over, and the enemy devouring knife sucked the life force of the ogre, and strengthened Ichi's body, making him look like a killing god at this time, the ogre who released the dark arrow turned pale with fright, turned around and ran, Izzy frowned, threw the steel war knife in his hand, threw it into his heart, walked over and raised his feet to split, and stomped on the end of the war knife, giving him a deep chill.

At this point in the battle, Izzy felt that it was almost over, holding the knife in both hands, charging and slashing at another ogre holding a double-edged battle axe, the ogre raised the axe to block, but what he didn't expect was that Izzy's war knife was deformed in the process of swinging, and the heavy iron giant sword reappeared, and the ogre was led by the axe, and the ogre was cut in two.

Izzy, wielding the giant sword, is simply invincible and unstoppable, and he vents his sorrow during this time.

After weeks of sleepless nights and tasteless food, this ogre's secret army was really like a thorn in his flesh that could not be found, making him uncomfortable in every way, and at this moment he broke out, it was simply out of control.

Warsong orcs and handbreakers didn't dare to come forward to help when they saw Izzy carrying the exaggerated iron greatsword and chasing the ogre everywhere.

Izzy slapped a man ogre on the head with his greatsword, slapping and roaring.

"Let you be invisible! Let you sneak attack! Let you scream at me! Die or die!"

Another slap, Izzy was stunned, feeling that it didn't feel right, as if he hadn't slapped anything, and when he looked at it, the ogre's head made him lose sight.

Kicking down the ogre's corpse, Izzy looked at the battle line of the Warsong Clan, almost everyone on their side was roaring, with tears in the corners of their eyes, tirelessly killing madly, the countless scattered corpses of Gromashel made them grief-stricken, and now they only wanted revenge!

When Izzy looked over, the Warsong orcs looked at it almost as well, and Izzy was a little frightened by the crazy eyes, it was the bloodthirsty gaze of a group of vengeful spirits, eager to kill more ogres, only in this way could the grief and fury in their breasts be soothed.

The battle ended quickly, and the three hundred Broken Hand warriors, the five hundred Wolf Cavalry, and the Ogre Mystic were all wiped out, and Kargas shouted:

"Clean up the battlefield, heal the wounded, and besides, count the number of ogres and see if you have killed all these pathetic wretches this time.

The captain of the wolf cavalry of the Warsong clan walked over, Reitninger Wolf is his name, the title comes from their family for generations to raise war wolves, the old orc has a huge scar on his face, and he is blind in one eye, and the remaining one eye has blood and tears at this time, beats his chest and salutes Izzy and Kargas, and bends down and says gratefully:

"Thank you, thank you, brothers of the Broken Hand Clan! There is nothing more gratifying than being able to slash our enemies, but it's a pity that these pigs die too quickly, otherwise I would have liked the wolf warriors eat them alive." ”

Reitninger seemed to be inspired by his own thoughts, and turned back to the Wolf Cavalry and shouted:

"If you see a living mouth, don't kill it! Let the wolf swallow it alive! Let the ogre feel a hundred times the fear of our deceased relatives!!"

Kargas looked back and smiled:

"You're welcome, ogres are our common enemy, the more you die, the safer everyone will be, if you encounter such a thing in the future, you must remember to call us. ”

Reitninger nodded, and Izzy thought for a moment, pulled him aside, and asked him knowingly:

"What about your chieftain? I don't seem to see his figure. ”

Reitninger's face was expressionless, and he whispered:

"Chief Hellroar was wounded in the last battle, and he asked me to apologize to you for not being able to participate in this battle, and he was very unwilling to be able to fight the enemy together.

Izzy looked at the expressionless Letninger, and suddenly felt a little unsure of his past conjectures, could it be that Gromash Hellroar was really not captured?

Hellroar didn't single-handedly kill the ogre's horde and wasn't captured?

Looking at Reitninger's expression, Izzy tentatively spoke:

"It seems that our scouts are dazzled, and I am already trying to find a way to rescue the chieftain of the Warsong Clan and a large number of slaves like us in the past, who have been taken to the broken cliff by ogres.

As soon as Izzy finished speaking, he saw that Reitninger's poker face began to tremble violently, and he suddenly understood that this person was probably hurting his facial nerves, and even the expression of surprise was so terrifying.

Reitninger pretended to be suspicious and said:

"Rescue??

Reitninger's anxious tone was completely different from his expression, and Izzy was sure that Hellroar had really been caught, but he said that it was very difficult to save Hellroar.

Nodding, Izzy agreed to Reitninger's request, saying that if the Broken Hand Clan had a plan, he would definitely talk to the Warsong Clan first.

Two fighters came over at the same time and reported to several people:

"Chief, the number of ogres has been counted, there are about one hundred and seventy on our side, and there are a few who are not seriously injured, lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, how to deal with it?

Kargas immediately felt that the breath of Reteninger next to him began to be chaotic, panting like a cow, and turned his head to look at Itch, who nodded, and Kargas immediately said:

"Give them to our war song friends, such a miscellaneous must not die too quickly, lest it cheapen them. ”

Retninger immediately thanked him, and another Warsong Clan warrior also spoke:

"Captain, we've probably killed a hundred to a hundred or eighty ogre mongrels on our side, and we can't be sure of the exact number of corpses due to the severity of the damage. ”

Reitninger nodded, and said:

"Let the armored war wolf fill his stomach and give me a hard meal, I will make them turn into feces when they die!"

Izzy looked at him with a shudder, what hatred this was, and he approached the other Warsong orc and asked in a low voice.

"Why is your captain so cruel, what did the ogre do to him?"

One of the warsong orcs looked around, spat on the face of an ogre corpse, and whispered:

"The captain's home was destroyed by an ogre. ”

Izzy was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice:

"How many?"

"He's the last lone wolf. ”