This time, Ren Fan barely captured the trajectory of that person.

It didn't appear out of thin air, the black shadow passed through the cracks of the black-pressed orc soldiers like a nimble loach, and its body was as nimble as the dwarf clown of the circus. The movement was so fast that Ren Fan could only see a black shadow, and on the right hand of the black shadow, there was a strange crescent-like arc sharp knife.

Like an iron ball smashed into a piece of cloth with excellent toughness, the shield on Ren Fan's body instantly concave, the sharp blade kept moving forward, and the holy light flowed violently towards the dented position like flowing water to ensure the overall balance. The otherwise calm barrier rippled in a particularly conspicuous way.

And the next moment, the blade was withdrawn, and the shield that had suddenly lost its external force suddenly returned to its original shape, and the energy that had been surging suddenly had nowhere to go. Like two waves, the two holy energies collided together. Even if they have the same root and origin, in an instant, such a huge amount of energy cannot be completely integrated. The blast of energy caused a huge explosion, and the flash shone so brightly that you couldn't open your eyes. The shock wave rolled up a small tornado, with Ren Fan as the core, and the orcs within ten meters seemed to have fallen into an endless storm. The terrifying force slammed against their bodies, their eyes were shaken to the point that they lost their sight, and many orcs were literally dead.

And Ren Fan, who was in the middle of this storm...... There was no other feeling than to be shaken by the sudden flash of light, and my eyes ached.

Gently open your eyes, and the chaotic vision gradually subsides. Ren Fan saw a mess. Wendthall, who was wearing the holy shield, pouted his ass and fell not far away, and he vomited all kinds of meat and vegetables in the holy shield. And around him, there were many orc corpses lying all over the place.

A green-skinned orc crouched in front of a corpse without a right hand, with a hint of anger and sadness on his face.

"You're strong! I underestimated your strength! The death of these brothers is my fault, and I will pay for my mistakes! (orc)

"Brother, what are you talking about, I don't understand!" (Lingua Franca)

"Come on, duel like a real warrior!" (Orc)

"I don't understand what I said, you said that you invaders have no culture at all, how can you build a great 'East' Asia 'Together' Glory!" (Chinese)

"I don't know what you're talking about!" (Orc)

"I said, don't you think it's unfair for you to fight me with a hostage in your hand!" Pointing to Windsor on the side, Ren Fan said in lingua franca with a gesture.

"You're going to let me send him back?" (Orc)

Looking at the movements of the orcs, Ren Fan nodded again and again. He pointed at Wendsol, and then at the Stormwind defenses in the distance. He pointed at himself and slammed his fist again. After gesturing for a long time, he stifled a sentence: "Lok'tar!" Hearing this, the orc, whose right hand was mutilated and only had a short blade left, turned around and muttered a few words to the soldiers behind him. Immediately, like a child pushing a leather ball, several strong orc soldiers pushed the dazed Wendthor to the position of the human defense line in the distance.

"Now, let's get started!" (Orc)

"Well, brother, it suddenly occurred to me that I had something to do, so I left first! Next time, there is a chance for us to have fun next time! (lingua franca)

While talking about the click and click of the joints, Ren Fan slowly moved back. Thinking that Ren Fan wanted a suitable charging distance, many orcs unconsciously retreated to follow his rhythm. They had no idea what this shameless guy was up to.

"Come on, warrior! Let me feel your wrath! (orc)

"Ahhhh

With a menacing roar, Ren Fan turned around and ran without hesitation. Just kidding, he's not stupid. The orc warrior on the other side didn't look tall, but he wasn't as strong as the big men with muscles growing into their heads. But the ability to master every ounce of power to the fullest, and the precision with which even his own shield could be turned upside down, was enough to make this orc his most terrifying enemy, and there was no one!

Although Mr. Sa is strong, he plays above board, and the spells are one after another, which is more like taking a sledgehammer. Although the momentum is strong, the bones of the body can still resist a few more times.

But I'm different, I don't take the path of righteousness and brightness, and I specialize in playing crooked ways. Is it not good for an orc to play well and drop ten with one force, you have to go through the skill flow. It's good to go through the flow of skills and stop in moderation, you are still full of talent!

Ren Fan didn't know that his shield could resist a few tosses from this brother, and he knew that the dark wounds left by the previous battle against Mr. Sa had not fully recovered until now. In this case, there is no choice but to go into the 'vast sea of the people'.

He was gambling, betting that this orc would not be willing to make a big move in a place where there were many soldiers. He didn't want to cause more accidental injuries because of his own reasons.

A leader who can grieve the death of his clan warrior will not be a murderous man...... Bar......

After all, this thing was also killed from the gladiatorial arena with members of his clan back then, and Kargas Blade Fist was not Gul'dan of Shadowmoon Valley. Even if it's not as gentle as the Frostwolf, at least in terms of unity, the Blade Fist Clan is still one of the best. Although I don't know why this orc force originally stationed in Draenor is here, this is no longer a problem that should be considered now. Now Ren Fan just wants to gamble.

Ren Fan was right.

When he saw Ren Fan fleeing, Kargas felt extremely angry. This human, this human knight who can kill here on a single horse, actually has no dignity and glory, he actually escaped!

He actually turned his back to himself!

Enraged, disappointed and angry, Kargas turned into a black shadow and quickly made his way through the horde's crowd. In three or two steps, he caught up with Ren Fan, who was clumsy. The battle blade in his hand was just about to be chopped off, and suddenly, he thought of the corpse of the dead orc warrior just now......

The blade in his hand could not be wielded, and Kargas knew that if the force of his attack was too heavy, then the previous scene would definitely appear again. And once their own strength is too light...... Although I don't want to admit it, this shameless man is still very capable. Once he doesn't have to do his best, then he has no way to take Ren Fan.

In the end, a gunshot made Kargas decide.

With a puff of black smoke rising from his cuff, an orc warrior fell on his back in shock. This is a promising young man, and Kargas even remembers his name.

But in such an instant, the young life was gone.

With the strength under his feet, he stretched out his hand and pressed on Ren Fan's holy shield. The blade of his right hand made a creaking sound on the holy shield, but it did not stop Ren Fan's pace in the slightest. He stretched out his foot to trip him, but the next moment Kargas's leg felt like it was being caught in a wall. With a low roar, Kargas rushed to Ren Fan in three or two steps, raised his foot, and put his foot on Ren Fan's holy shield.

Knocked back two or three steps by the momentum, Kargas steadied himself. Pointing to the eyes of Ren Fan, who was a head smaller than himself, his right hand pointed to him, and Kargas said word by word:

"I'm going to talk to you!" (Orc)