What is the Battle of Makgora?

Anglie didn't know, and he didn't want to know, it sounded like he was going to fight alone, but whether he won or lost, it was better to die in a duel than to be hacked to death with an axe.

He is hurrying to recover his strength, in the previous battle, he suffered some minor injuries, but his physical strength has also been consumed a lot, fortunately, his physique is far stronger than others since he was a child, and his recovery speed is much faster.

The orc shaman approached him under his guarded gaze, and the shaman spoke:

"The battle of Makgora is the holiest battle of our orcs, and if you win, no one will stop the victor from leaving."

"Take off your armor and tunics, let me check your weapons, Markgora can only carry one normal weapon for battle."

With the orcs already in a state of absolute superiority, Anglie threw his weapon to the shaman without hesitation, taking off his armor and clothes and wearing only a pair of shorts.

The surrounding orcs roared even more fanatically, they had seen countless scars on the strong muscles of this human, many of which could be seen at a glance by what weapons were caused by them, arrows, axes, spears, knives of all kinds, it was like a scar expo, and the man's body was a testament to how many terrible battles he had survived.

Isaac was also wearing only a pair of shorts, picked up a long knife, stood opposite Anglie, looked at the scars on Angle's body, and laughed with satisfaction

"Hahaha, it's great, it's amazing, I can feel your strength, under the witness of your ancestors, risk your life to fight, come and kill me or I kill you, this is the destination of our warriors!"

Anglie looked at the commander and the other orcs on the opposite side with some fear, each of them was a natural warrior, not afraid of death, eager to fight, looking forward to the sublimation between life and death, such a terrible race, can humans really defeat them?

But he quickly closed his eyes, then opened them again, leaving the useless situation behind, and countless combat experiences had taught him that in battle, he only needed to retain the belief of killing his opponent and surviving, and the rest of his emotions were burdensome.

Anglie took his broadsword from the shaman's hand, and the shaman stepped back, signaling for the two to begin.

Isaac moved slowly around the strong human, squinting at the human's weakness, and the human's reaction was a little strange, facing his presence, he actually lowered his greatsword to the ground with both hands, closed his eyes, and showed a disdainful smile on his face.

Knowing that this might be a trap, Isaac still had a burst of anger in his heart, this was in full view of everyone, if he didn't dare to take the initiative to attack in the face of this kind of provocation, what would be waiting for him in the future would definitely be the ridicule of the clansmen!

Aizak jumped up, the long knife in his hand flashed as fast as thunder, and slashed at Anglie's left shoulder, he is a rare strong person in the orc tribe who practices swordsmanship, he has defeated dozens of opponents in the process of training in the Fireblade Clan, he has already considered the opponent's possible moves when he stabbed this sword, no matter how the opponent responds, he is confident that he will take the lead with the hard-working practice of the sword, and then substitute the opponent into his own rhythm to kill, The two powerful human officers were killed by him after gaining the upper hand step by step.

However, Anglie's reaction was beyond Azack's expectations, Angree opened his eyes and showed a sinister smile, as if he couldn't see a long knife that flashed with cold light, and swept his sword across Isak's waist, Aisak flashed his opponent's greatsword sideways, but the attack was also sluggish, and Angree stepped up and approached him.

Brush Brush Brush!

Isaac slashed three times in a row, this kind of opponent who likes to exchange injuries for injuries, he has seen too many in duels, to deal with this kind of opponent, it is necessary to constantly inflict minor injuries at a faster speed, and sooner or later the opponent will be more and more different from his speed because of the serious injury, and finally he will not be able to fight back.

Sure enough, the human couldn't keep up with his speed at all, and there were more and more knife marks on his body, and blood flowed out of the wounds, staining his upper body red, but Isaac didn't have the slightest joy, because he saw the man's expression,

Anglie was laughing, as if the wound had brought him pleasure rather than pain, and his speed had not slowed down, but had become faster.

Many orcs had turned to cheer for the bloodied man, a man whose bravery had proven his might, and orcs had always respected warriors, even their enemies.

Anglie's speed became faster as the injury became more severe, and finally, Isaac and Angree collided violently, and the melee combat between the two was like a raging storm, without the slightest respite, and the orcs on the sidelines felt thrilled.

The two separated suddenly, and Isaac had a big hole in his abdomen, fell to his knees, and asked weakly, "Your speed...... How can it be...... How would it be...... Fast. ”

Anglie was still standing, with two more deep wounds on his waist and shoulder, and he glanced at the dying orc with a complicated look in his eyes, and said, "You shouldn't have let me suffer so many minor injuries." ”

"What a pleasure." With a look of surprise on his face and he fell back, and an underage orc suddenly rushed out and picked him up, and Isaac wanted to raise his hand to touch him, but he finally fell halfway through.

The young orc looked at Anglie and roared, "I am Garza Skullbreaker's Axe, and I swear that one day I will seek you back my father's glory and say your name, human!" ”

"Remember, my name is Anglie, Anglie of Alterac."

The young orc took the name to heart, and then beat his chest in honor according to the etiquette of the victor, and the orc warriors beat his chest one by one to make way for him, and whispered a word: "Targas!" ”。

Under the respectful gaze and low roar of the orcs, Anglie helped his seriously wounded comrade to walk north along the beach, at the moment his comrade was seriously injured and bled a lot, Anglie bandaged him and himself to stop the bleeding, but it was still unknown whether that comrade would survive.

Anglie's comrade-in-arms died the next day, and he himself lost his place after more than a month of marching north. He first trudged through the seemingly burnt land, survived with a small amount of wolf and spider meat, and finally two weeks later, he entered a barren but living land.

Call! Call!

Anglie hid in a cave with a violent breath, looked at the black dragon in the distance with fear, and waited for a while to see that the black dragon had no intention of leaving, so he could only go deeper along the cave.

The cave was very deep and rugged, and there were traces of artificial closure in many places, in the deepest place, Anglie found the stone hall and the inhabitants of the stone people inside, the stone people were not friendly to his appearance, they used all their weapons to try to attack him, Anglie killed a few, but there were too many stone people, he was soon forced to flee, and he hurriedly hid in a sarcophagus in a secret room.

This is a huge sarcophagus, the inside of the sarcophagus is full of various mysterious lines, after Anglie hid in the sarcophagus, only to find that there is a woman beside him, a beautiful blonde human woman is lying in the center of the sarcophagus, looking around in confusion,

The woman's sexy and graceful body was not in the spot, which made Angli, who had not seen a woman for several months, burn with desire, he reached out and patted the woman's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" Where is this? ”

The woman didn't answer, just looked at him curiously, then grabbed Anglie's hand, and slowly pressed his hand to her heart, Anglie followed his hand to look, and the beautiful scenery there made Anglie completely out of control.

"Damn, it doesn't matter who she is, Lao Tzu has never been to such a beautiful woman in his life, and he has been on the first place."

He pressed the woman hard under him, and the woman resisted him, still caressing him curiously, and soon, he completely possessed her.

After the clouds and rain, the woman curled up in Anglie's arms like a small beast, although the man's movements just now were very rough, but in this cold stone wall, only he was the only object of warmth, she looked at the man puzzled.

Anglie lowered his head to meet the woman's gaze, this woman's blue eyes were pure and clear, and he had just discovered that this woman was the first time, which made him feel guilty, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm a little rude, who are you?" ”

The woman still didn't answer, and instead buried her head in his arms, which was warm and the sound of the man's strong, powerful heartbeat gave her a sense of security.

"Forget it, no matter who you are, we have to think about it, we can't stay here for long."

Angele gave up his coat and boots to the woman, and pulled the woman out of the sarcophagus, the woman looked at everything outside the sarcophagus a little dazed, and leaned uneasily against Angele, and pinched the corner of his shirt.

A strong warmth welled up in Anglie's heart, and he reached out and patted the woman's back, comforting: "Don't worry, just stand behind me, I will protect you." ”

In the process of rushing out, Ange listed as protecting the woman next to him, he suffered a lot of injuries, and his feet were also bloodied by the stones on the ground, but he didn't care about his injuries at all, and dragged the woman to run out, and after completely escaping, the woman finally found his embarrassment and stared at the location where he was bleeding in panic.

"It's okay, compared to the injuries I've had before, it's just a piece of skin." Angli comforted her nonchalantly, but then was caught by the woman's strange appearance, and the woman stroked his wound with her hand, and his wound quickly recovered as the golden light emanated from her hand.

"Are you a priest?"

"Why are you here?"

"What's that stuff underground?"

The woman didn't answer any questions, and after treating his injuries, she leaned into his arms and looked up at his mouth suspiciously, trying to reach out and touch his throat.

Anglie no longer asked, the woman's face in the sun was much clearer than when she was underground, she was so beautiful, and her eyes were so simple.

It doesn't matter who she was before, or what her identity was before, anyway, she is Lao Tzu's woman now.

Angel thought unconcernedly, and then he lowered his head and kissed the woman.