The Broken Hand Clan, a large second-class youth group that likes to engage in a cult of personality. Although they learn that the leader's self-cutting arm is very impassioned, inspirational, and united, it has to be said that this behavior is also very ...... Brain-dead.

At least Ren Fan can't do such a brain-dead thing.

There are many acts of idolatry, and you can print your idols on the tickets so that they can be loved by everyone from the bottom of their hearts. But this act of self-harm...... The older generation is acceptable, but have they considered the feelings of the younger generation? The good arm is just gone, just to commemorate Kargas? What is a cagas and can you eat it?

For these feudal parents who are selfish and do not consider the feelings of the next generation, Ren Fan resolutely resists. So, he decided to teach these brain-dead orcs a profound lesson, telling them that no matter how determined they are, they are still a bunch of weak chickens.

Clanging, the barrier of light was hammered out of a symphony. However, it is a pity that the Broken Hand Clan, a group of ghostly grim gods in the jungle of Tanaan, is not very good at strength. The dense attack did not loosen Ren Fan's shield in the slightest, on the contrary, he stood up calmly, while cleaning the dust that did not exist on his body, he slowly took out an evil-shaped mace from the space ring snatched from his left hand. With a thud, the steel rod slammed into the ground and fell into a big pit. Spat into the palm of his hand, clapped his palm, he struggled to pick up the mace, closed his eyes and spun sharply.

When he opened his eyes again, none of the soldiers of the Broken Hand Clan who had been besieging with great momentum disappeared without a trace.

In the face of this outrageously complete protection of the guy, they just want to yell: what can I do, I am also desperate!

But this group of tenacious warriors did not give up, hiding in the shadows that Ren Fan and the others could not find, and the smashing hand assassins attacked again and again from various tricky angles like ghosts, and then returned again and again. It would be difficult for them to even interfere with the actions of this human, who would not even look at them unless there was a trap on the ground, and the contempt would make people gnash their teeth and be helpless.

A warrior of the Broken Hand tribe was enraged, and desperately stuck to the side of the human to slash the shield, but unexpectedly, the damned human just raised his hand, and with a loud bang, the most powerful warrior in the clan fell to the ground, and the strange means made this group of orcs not take the initiative to provoke Ren Fan and the others for a few minutes.

But again, the loss of the war horse made the speed of the group much slower. Faintly, Windsol heard shouts of killing in the distance. After hesitating for a moment, he turned over and dismounted, picked up Ren Fan, and put him on the horse's back. Then the long sword in his hand pulled a sword*** and retreated from the orcs who faintly wanted to rush up. Turning his head, he said to Ren Fan:

"Mr. Ren Fan, we don't have time to play with them now! The situation is urgent, and we need to figure it out quickly, otherwise things will be in trouble! ”

Slightly stunned, Ren Fan found that he seemed to be a little unclear. After all, he is just an ordinary person, and after a long period of nervous tension, he suddenly encounters a way to decompress, and he is instantly addicted to it. Coming to his senses, he raised his hand to thicken the holy shield on Wendsol's body. Immediately, taking the long sword handed over by Wendsol, he did not hesitate to stab the horse's buttocks with the tip of the sword, and under the pain, the war horse neighed, and then turned into a dark blue light and rushed out.

Only Wendsol blinked a little awkwardly. He handed the sword just like Ren Fan to help him get it, and by the way, he pulled him up, but ...... It seems that there is a slight misunderstanding in this process......

Turning around, the unarmed Windsol smiled awkwardly at the Broken Hand Clan soldiers who had come up full of them, and then ran away. And behind him, the soldiers who were molested by Ren Fan to the brink of an outbreak were like a dam collapsing, shouting an incomprehensible trumpet in their mouths, and rushed up one by one waving the weapons in their hands like hungry wolves.

It was not clear that Ren Fan, who had successfully sold his teammates, had rushed to the edge of the forest at this time. The moment he left the forest, the blinding sunlight darkened his eyes. And the next moment, more darkness gathered around him. In the distance, a piece of blue armor reflected the light, and around this light, the dark green ** continued to impact the human soldiers' defense line like angry waves crashing on the shore.

And Ren Fan's position at this time was the last end of the orc army, except for a very small number of seriously injured soldiers, only a group of third-line troops and orc laborers who were one size smaller remained. The tribe that had placed the Broken Hand Clan as scouts did not expect humans to appear behind them, or humans alone. After a pause, an orc who was missing a leg suddenly roared angrily, and then threw the big axe beside him fiercely.

And Ren Fan also urged the war horse violently at the same time, and the big hooves of the bowl stepped fiercely on the chest of the wounded soldier, pressing him to spurt out a fountain of blood.

Stretching out his arm, the blade of the sword faced the direction of the wind, Ren Fan urged the war horse to speed as fast as possible. The huge barrier of holy light protected this person and his horse tightly, like a bulldozer, Ren Fan rushed into the tribe's already chaotic ranks, causing chaos.

Those who were knocked off, cut, trampled to death, and mistakenly injured by their teammates. For a time, it was difficult for the tribe to even organize a counterattack that could be handled. The Stormwind Royal Legion, which was struggling to support in the distance, was surprised to find that the pressure on their front had actually decreased, and many orcs stopped their attack, and even turned around and began to retreat. Just when they were puzzled, some sharp-eyed people found that in the military array that was like an ant's nest under black pressure, a faint holy light was revealed.

Along with that holy light, there seemed to be a singing voice......? Or rather, noise. I don't know what kind of strange language is the melody of the song is pretty good, but the sound is ......

"Let me walk the streets of North County, woo-oh, woo-oh......"

Ren Fan, who was howling in his throat, had an indescribable pride in his heart, and at this moment, he seemed to have seen the eager gaze and appreciative eyes of Zhao Zilong, the white horse and silver spear, at him. Dragging a half-curled sword and a slightly dislocated arm, Ren Fan rampaged through the tribe's ranks like a large-stirring stick. There were constantly orcs trying to stop this uninvited guest, but they were either left behind, or hit by war horses, and then trampled on countless feet by countless centaurs.

On the battlefield lacking high-end combat effectiveness, Ren Fan is simply an inexplicable existence.

was self-absorbed, Ren Fan suddenly felt a light pressure in front of him. The next moment, the blue army array suddenly parted to both sides, and immediately, overwhelming cheers surged from all directions.

"Our Knight of Light!"

"Our Paladin!"

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