Before the fist arrived, the evil wind was already blowing in his face, if he was hit by this blow, Morey's facial bone would be shattered, and then the broken bone would pierce into the brain, which would directly kill Morey.

So don't look at the ogre's lack of weapons in their hands, their strength is far superior to that of humans, and their skin and flesh are thick, and a punch alone is no less than the attack power of a small war hammer.

Morey didn't dodge or dodge, just let Moore smash him, as if he was scared stupid.

"Good chance!" Moore shouted in his heart, his muscles were strong, and the iron fist like the wind was actually three points faster.

"Hey, hey!"

Just before Moore's fist was about to hit Morey, Morey laughed, and his mouth suddenly grew.

Looking at the huge mouth torn by the corner of Morey's mouth like a snake, Moore couldn't help but shudder, and had the intention to withdraw the attack and defense, but his fist still followed the inertia and sank into Morey's mouth little by little.

"Ahh

In the next second, Moore screamed, hugged the arm that was missing his right palm, and took a few steps back, looking at Morey in horror.

Just now, his fist sank into Morey's mouth, and the demon's upper and lower teeth were like sharp guillotines, easily cutting off his fist, just like biting off the poor human arms.

"Poof!"

Spit out the sour ogre palm in his mouth, Morey turned his head and walked slowly towards Moore, and in this moment, the wound that had been torn to expose the back molars healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You're not human! What the hell are you? Looking at Morey's physical resurrection speed, which was faster than that of a troll, Moore only had infinite fear in his heart at the moment.

"Of course I'm not human!" Morey smiled indifferently, looked at Moore with a look that was really like this, and then said, "I am a demon, the demon who sent you to hell!" ”

"Demons? Then go back to your hell! Moore watched as Morey ate himself, the anger in his heart overcame his fear, he hooked a fallen mace at his feet, and with a twist of his wrist, the mace viciously hammered towards Morey's lower body.

Morey's right foot twisted, and the whole person turned lightly and pressed to Moore's side.

Moore smiled cruelly, Morey's movements had long been expected by him, his whole body was wrapped in thick armor, and some key parts were mixed with pure gold, it was almost impossible for this human to break through his defenses in a short time.

Just wait for the end of his own attack, and with a single body collision, he can knock this hateful human with no self to the ground.

But before Moore could think about how to concoct the human who had destroyed his own troops, he was frozen by a cold current that invaded his body.

"[Frost Ban] was successfully cast."

"Target is frozen (unable to move) for 3 rounds."

As the last bit of blue magical energy on his finger dissipated, Morey chuckled.

Previously, after watching the stingy ghost being tortured and killed in front of him, because of the impact of the mysterious frozen power in his body, after his body collapsed, a force rushed out of the blood moon, like a magma explosion that washed away those cold currents that sealed him, allowing himself to gain the ability to act again, so that he could use the power of the earth domain to destroy the ogre army.

Not only that, but those remnants of the cold currents were shocked by the power of the blood moon, and they actually jumped into the mana pool and were completely blocked, forming a special ice-based spell - [Frost Forbidden].

Name: Frost Ban

Classify:??

Effect: Infuses the enemy with cold power by touching the attack, with a 10% chance to freeze the target (lethal attack), a 30% chance to freeze the target (immobile), a 50% chance to slow the target, and an increased chance if the target is not in a defensive stance???

The origin of the [Frost Ban] is strange, so even the blood moon can't analyze all the information in a short time, but just these spell effects that have been analyzed are enough for Morey to use.

This ogre warrior, who is as strong as a dragon, has become a living sculpture with just a touch of himself, which shows the strength of the spell.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With the sound of four sharp blades entering his body, four spears were already nailed to Moore's limbs, nailing his whole body to the ground like a large font.

"What do you want to do?" Moore's voice trembled slightly.

Moore, who had two-thirds of his neck cut off and almost fell off his head, was not afraid of these pediatric spears, he was more afraid of the unknown.

Morey pinned him to the ground, apparently trying to torture him for a while, which was what he feared most.

"Don't worry, you'll find out later."

Morey reassured, as if comforting a restless child.

"Click!"

"Click!"

With the sound of a string of bones colliding, a resurrected skeleton came to Moore's side.

"You, you're trying to ......"

In Moore's frightened eyes, Morey nodded.

The resurrected skeleton immediately pounced, but the thick armor on Moore's body became an obstacle, and these unintelligent creatures only cared about gnawing at the armor, but they didn't even know that they had jumped off their jawbones.

The scene was a little joyful, but listening to the dense sound of rats gnawing on the outside of the armor, Moore was like a death row prisoner who had been pushed to the guillotine, watching the guillotine slowly fall.

"Let me go, I'm willing to obey you as Lord!"

"Master, forgive poor Moore! ...... hosts"

Feeling that his life had begun to count down, Moore could no longer care about the dignity of a high-ranking professional, and begged for mercy.

But as if he hadn't heard, Morey let the low-level undead continue their previous mission.

"Ahh

Finally, a resurrected skeleton inadvertently bites off the leather cord, and a section of the arm guard falls off. The resurrection skeleton bit again mechanically, and finally bit the flesh.

The smell of blood was like casting the [Mass Berserk Technique] on these skeletons, and they swarmed up and quickly gnawed the arm into a pile of white bones.

"Click!"

A late resurrection skeleton battled with Moore's arm bone for a long time, and finally bit off the hard arm bone with a click.

The skeletons continued to gnaw upwards along the gap, and Moore felt as if he were a piece of raw meat slowly being crushed by a crudely crafted butcher.

When the skeletons bit open his chest like those scavenging wild dogs, and took out the lobes of his lungs and nibbled them away, Moore couldn't hold back any longer.

Seeing that Moore's mouth was wide and he didn't know what he was saying, Morey walked over and lowered his head to listen.

"Kill me! Kill me! ”

Moore looked at Morey wistfully, begging Morey to put an end to the torment.

Morey nodded and waved his hand to dispel the skeleton and drew a long sword, while Moore closed his eyes happily, this torture was finally over!

"Poof!"

Morey used the back of his sword to slash left and right, pulling out all of Moore's teeth.

Looking at Moore's confused eyes, Morey said softly, "I don't!" ”

Then more skeletons swarmed up, and only the sound of "Hehe" could be heard under the bones, which was that the ogre's trachea had been bitten by the skeleton.