readx;?“ It's dangerous, it's dangerous......"

Marlon muttered as he straightened his position and faced the ogre again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bleeding and wounding didn't dampen the ogre's fighting spirit, but only made him more manic.

Although the calf injury caused the huge body to stumble and lose its agility as it moved, the ogre frantically waved his hands and rained down on Marlon.

However, such an attack did not cause much trouble for Marlon, and without even using the combat skills taught by Caldara, Malone was able to see the ogre's movements clearly, and of course, it became easy to dodge.

However, the two-handed sword in Marlon's hand could hardly inflict lethal damage on the ogre, because he couldn't reach the ogre's fragile throat or heart.

Marlon could only keep cutting wounds on the ogre's legs, gradually slowing down the ogre's movements, making the opponent weaker and weaker in the constant bleeding until he fell.

"Help, Robin!"

The brunette woman watched the battle between Marlon and the ogre, and she was dazzled by the scene.

Still in disbelief, the brunette quickly realized that she was not a spectator, and she loudly alerted the archer, who was also a little stunned.

"It's not easy to ......"

Robin shook his head, then bent his bow again, but this time, instead of making a quick move, he quietly waited for his moment.

Although it is unclear where Marlon came from, both the brunette woman and Robin know that Marlon is definitely their compatriot and that the ogre is their common enemy.

In order not to injure Malone by mistake, an archer named "Robin" planned to wait for the best time to make a shot, and he did wait.

There was a soft sound of "whoosh", and I saw that the ogre's hands couldn't be freed, and his steps were a little vain. Robin shot his arrow into the ogre's face with precision.

In such a situation, it is indeed difficult to shoot such a vital point as the eye, but the ogre's head is an obvious target.

The ogre, who had been hit by an arrow in his face, let out a roar of rage, and he jerked his body in the direction where the bow and arrow had come from, trying to seek revenge on Robin.

Of course, Marlon would not give the ogre this chance, and the two-handed sword in his hand made an arc in the air and slashed heavily at the ogre's calf.

The ogre, who had been stabbed many times in the past grappling, could no longer ignore the pain, and he let out a miserable howl and fell to one knee on the ground weakly.

Even at this height, the ogre could still look down on Marlon, but Marlon was enough to reach his vital point.

Without half a moment's hesitation, Marlon stabbed the two-handed sword in his hand into the ogre's neck, running through it from the bottom to the top, and the sharp tip of the sword broke out from the back of the ogre's neck, splashing a small fountain of blood.

Marlon quickly drew his sword, then leaped away with agility, avoiding being crushed under the ogre's bulky body.

The ogre's cloudy eyes gradually lost what little bit of brilliance they had left, and the body that lost control went limply to the ground.

When the mountain-like body fell to the ground, although it was not obvious, Ma Long and the black-haired woman nearby all felt a little tremor.

It is the shaking of the earth.

Marlon looked at the ogre who fell in front of him, a little dazed.

Except for the hapless short-eared deer, this ogre, who is supposed to be the longsword in his own hand, was bloodstained for the first time in the world of Azeroth.

Unexpectedly, Ma Long's heart at this time did not feel even half a point of discomfort, like he had seen in the novel before, after killing someone on the battlefield for the first time, the male protagonist vomited like this, and there was no sign of it happening at all.

It seems that he is really not a male protagonist......

Marlon laughed at himself in his heart.

Of course, this has nothing to do with whether he is the male protagonist or not, except for the fact that he has a little complicated feelings about the orcs because of Tyrone Blood Demon and Caldara, and Marlon has no sympathy for the ogre.

Coupled with the special identity, for killing this ogre, Malone just repeats what he has done in the game.

"Gain experience points, two percent. Upgrade the remaining required, ninety-eight percent. Repeat, upgrade the remaining ninety-eight percent of what is needed. ”

Just when Malone was thinking about why he was so "ruthless", in his mind, that familiar mechanical voice remembered again.

"What did you say?"

Malone asked subconsciously, but received no response.

Upgrade? Gain experience points? Of course, Malone heard what the voice was saying, but it took a little time to react if he wanted to connect everything together.

Killed an ogre himself, gained two percent experience, and ...... If you want to level up, you have to kill at least fifty of these ogres?

From the simple information revealed by that voice, Malone guessed that there was nothing more than such information.

"I said, what's your name? Where are the people? Where were you before the war? Why is it here? Hey, sir, did you listen to me? ”

It seems that the sentence that Malone just asked casually was not without a little response, and the black-haired woman didn't know when she was already standing in front of him, looking at him with a frown and asking.

The black-haired woman still admires Ma Long's skills, but she thinks Ma Long is a little too disrespectful, not to mention that she is a lady, even if she is a random person, she can't ignore other people's words like this, right?

"Oh, sorry, I just got a little distracted...... My name is Marlon, and I am ...... People of Stormwind, I'...... That, my business will be put aside first, those companions of yours, don't they matter? ”

Ma Long first said his name, and seeing that the black-haired woman was still looking at him, he couldn't help but remind the other party of more important things.

"Yikes!"

The black-haired woman let out an exclamation, and she hurriedly left Malone aside and hurried towards her two injured companions.

The archer glanced at Marlon, nodded kindly, then put away his bow and arrows and ran to his two companions.

"Mr. Malone, are you alright?"

Just when Marlon was hesitating whether he should help see if the two unlucky guys were dead, Tiffany had already left the woods where she was hiding, and with great difficulty carrying the package made of Marlon's trouser legs and the two iron kettles, she ran to Marlon panting and asked nervously. (To be continued.) )

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