Marlon would not let go of such a great opportunity, and he quickly circled behind the orc; Rubes didn't bother to eat the meat, but shook his head and spit the meat out of his mouth, and then ran around the orc to him—it seemed that in his heart, Marlon was much more important than meat. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

The orc was attracted to Rubus and wanted to take revenge on the giant wolf, but he almost fell because of the difficulty of moving his feet.

Marlon bullied up behind the orc, and when the orc was a little rickety, he slammed the back of the orc's neck with the hilt of the one-handed sword in his hand.

When Malone was still on Earth, he watched it many times on TV, and the special forces protagonists who saved the Earth in it knocked out their enemies in this way.

In the past, Ma Long didn't have this opportunity, nor did he have this physical element, but now that he has this opportunity, he wants to be addicted.

It didn't seem to be as close as it was - the orc didn't faint at all, but struggled to stand up straight and turn back to attack Marlon.

Malone was a little unconvinced, he took advantage of the orc's physical inconvenience, and knocked him on the back of the neck twice, and the last time he even jumped high, even using the gravity of his body.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and under Ma Long's almost abusive reality, the orc finally fainted - this is a very fortunate thing for him, otherwise he doesn't know how long he will be tortured by the crazy Ma Long.

The burliest of orcs finally fell to the ground like a hill, and Marlon was able to breathe a sigh of relief, returning his one-handed sword to his waist, and then looked at the battlefield around him.

The other orcs have been wiped out - or eaten away; A few of the wolves were still reluctantly sitting by the corpse, licking the bloodshot flesh from the bones, while more wolves were coming around - they didn't dare to do anything to Marlon, they just wanted to bite the fainted orc.

"Wait, this can't be eaten!"

Malone hurriedly ordered Rubes loudly.

Rubes understood his master's instructions, and he ran nimbly, dispersing the giant wolves that surrounded him with his body dashing and roaring, so frightened that one by one they fled into the distance with their tails between their legs.

"Is it alright, Chief Lothar?"

Paul walked over and asked aloud.

"It's alright, what about you?"

Malone shook his head, then asked.

"It's all right, skin trauma."

Paul replied.

Even with De Jong, the number of the Xiquan garrison is only half that of the orcs, and those orcs are very fierce, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to be without battle damage.

However, Paul and Harry and the others have developed a good sense of evasion in the battle to clear out the gnolls, and have fought the orcs before - to be honest, although they are not very old, they are all veterans.

In the battle just now, Paul and the others didn't fight hard with the orcs on the opposite side; Most of the time, they use the giant wolves around them as cover, and they themselves become more of the terminators of the attack than the bearers of the orc attacks.

As a result, the losses of the wolves were huge, and dozens of giant wolves fell in pools of blood, and some were even cut to pieces by axe blades; And the Xiquan garrison only suffered a little bit of injury because they used these giant wolves as "shields".

Although he didn't think too much about it during the battle, he stopped and looked at the dead giant wolves, and Paul still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart - although the humans and wolves were different, they were once companions who fought side by side.

At this moment, De Jong limped over, attracting Marlon's attention.

"What's wrong?"

Marlon hurriedly asked.

"Twisted my foot."

De Jong replied as he walked over to the fainted orc—the only one in the neighborhood who had not been gnawed to the bone—and raised his one-handed sword, about to stab the orc in the back of the neck.

"Wait! Wait a minute! ”

Marlon hurriedly rushed over and dragged De Jong's arm and shouted loudly.

"Let me kill him! Let me kill him! ”

De Jong shouted, his wrist writhing in Malone's palm, and he stretched out his other hand to break Malone's fingers.

"De Jong, what are you doing? Didn't we say we were going to catch it alive? ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Paul and several of the Xiquan garrison hurriedly pulled De Jong away from Marlon's side, and then shouted loudly at him.

De Jong was pressed by Paul and others, and it took a long time to calm down, and he dropped the one-handed sword in his hand and expressed his attitude of surrender.

"Phew!"

De Jong was finally let go of his weapon, and he limped over to the orc, then spat hatefully at him.

"Get the rope out, tie this guy up, tie it tight! Don't worry, De Jong, this guy will be yours when we ask for everything. ”

Marlon didn't complain too much about De Jong's behavior, everyone present knew what the orcs had done to De Jong's relatives, and now he wanted to return blood for blood, and no one could stop him - just wait until everything the orc knew was revealed.

"Really?"

De Jong's face showed a strange surprise and asked loudly.

"Of course, what to lie to you."

Malone said with a wry smile.

War is a terrible thing for both the invaders and the victims - De Jong may have been an ordinary farmer before the orc invasion, but now his soul has been completely consumed by revenge, and killing and death have become his only pursuit in the future.

De Jong, who had received Marlon's promise, happily found the rope he had prepared in advance, and tied the orc three layers inside and three layers outside - for fear that this guy would wake up and break free and lose his chance for revenge.

After tying up the orc, De Jong happily dragged Paul to cut down trees in the nearby woods - to get the big orc back to Nighttown, he couldn't do without a simple stretcher.

……

"Hey, De Jong!"

Paul stood beside an uncle, looked at De Jong, who was smiling as if he had eaten honey, and suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?"

De Jong didn't lift his head - he was watching the branches in front of him to see if they could be used as stretchers.

"You're doing a great job, you're a great fighter."

Paul said earnestly - he had seen De Jong's bravery in the battle he had just done - and that although the movements were undisciplined, the guy did kill an orc without mercy.

"I was already a warrior when I saw this group of guys destroying my home, killing my loved ones, friends, and everyone else, and the only purpose of my fight...... It's to give these damn green-skinned bastards a taste of the pain I've endured. ”

De Jong was silent for a moment before speaking; This time, he didn't shed tears, just a cruel smile.