Killing an orc grants you 50 glory points.

The gold numerals show 210 points. But at this time, Yang Jiangong didn't have the energy to pay attention to these.

"Uhhh

The half-orc, who had been pierced into his body by the long sword, stared at Yang Jiangong deadly, a deep wrinkle stretched from his open mouth, stretched forward and protruded his jaw to let out an angry roar.

"Get out!"

Yang Jiangong used all his strength at the same time to kick forward, hitting the front chest of the half-orc, and the bright red blood flew all the way with the backward trajectory.

With the courage to commit murder, Yang Jiangong slashed at the next target with his sword, but unfortunately there was an accident in the process of fighting.

Orcs are clumsy, but their strength is stronger than that of humans.

When the long sword in Yang Jiangong's hand was held up by the orc with a machete, he needed to use his hands to wrestle with the opponent.

"That's all you need, juicy and ridiculous reptile."

The half-orc smiled hideously, and swung his fist with his other hand, which easily smashed into Yang Jiangong's face.

The center of gravity of half of his body was unbalanced, and the long sword in his hand also flew away.

Lying on the ground, Yang Jiangong's lips were bloodshot.

The left cheek was burning as if it had been burned in pain.

"Suffer death!"

Seeing that the orcs are about to swing their swords and cut down, death is about to come.

Yang Jiangong seemed to see his end.

A terminally ill person is already doomed to death.

Since you can have a chance to change your fate, you must not give it up.

"Ahh

Roaring loudly, a green tendon on his forehead swelled out, and several tendons on his face were also twitching. Facing the machete of the half-orc, Yang Jiangong hunched his waist and slammed it forward and slammed it on the opponent's stomach, which made the half-orc not only slash crookedly, but also took two steps back.

It's a pity that the half-orc didn't fall, which also made Yang Jiangong too late to pick up the long sword on the ground.

"Uh, damn reptile, I'm going to rip your head." The half-orc roared and came up again, he had several years of sanda experience when he was a teenager, and he saved Yang Jiangong at this time.

Command each other with a fierce light from his eyes.

In Sanda, if you look into the other person's eyes, when the other person also looks into your eyes. At this time, suddenly look at the opponent's lower plate, and at the same time move forward, when the opponent's attention is down, the distance between the two people has been shortened to the extreme, at this time, suddenly punch, hit the opponent's face, as long as the strength is enough, you can receive the desired effect.

He punched the orc's head, but the other's head tilted, only to shake his shoulder.

Although he succeeded, Yang Jiangong's heart sank into the abyss, and he knew that he had failed to recover the disadvantage.

"Are you going to die soon? Didn't die of a terminal illness, but died at the hands of a half-orc? No—I don't! ”

His eyes were fixed on the neck of the orc, and his nose widened due to the excitement in his heart, and an uncontrollable anger flashed from Yang Jiangong's eyes. And this kind of anger is usually only found by a vicious wolf staring at a goat in the grass.

Grabbing the other's neck and biting down without hesitation, he felt one of his veins throb like crazy in his temple.

Fishy blood poured into his mouth and rolled down his throat like a fireball.

Immediately after, Yang Jiangong felt that his stomach and five internal organs were also like dry wood from a fire, and they were about to burn.

"Uhhh

The orc opened its mouth and screamed in horror, revealing its sharp yellow fangs. The human who scuffled with him, as if to eat him, tore open his carotid artery with his teeth.

…… The screaming and scuffling lasted less than two minutes.

In the end, Yang Jiangong twisted his hands, and the half-orc crooked his neck and fell straight to the ground.

Not far away, Hao Lin, Zheng Qing and Li Ruixue looked at Yang Jiangong with frightened eyes, who looked like a demon and a vampire.

The sound of footsteps shaking the ground made Yang Jiangong's attention move to the door.

Roar――――――

The entrance to the cave was smashed to pieces, and a large monster wielding a war hammer broke in.

It was a 'specialty' of the Misty Mountains, a 'big killing weapon' that was more than 3 meters tall and weighed nearly hundreds of kilograms - a mountain troll.

As soon as the monster entered the hall, it took a foul stench with it.

Yang Jiangong kept panting, and in his next perspective, Ban Cun had just killed the orc who was fighting with him, and was kicked from behind by this 'big killing weapon', hitting the stone wall not far away, and falling to the ground motionless.

"Be careful!"

Legolas, the elf, drew his bow and fired a few arrows at the trolls, but none of them hit the vital point. As the arrows sank into the ogre's body, the huge monster began to go crazy, smashing it when it saw a living thing. The chaotic situation caused most of the many orcs in the hall to be accidentally wiped out by this big killing weapon.

The battle plot in the hall is about to end, but it has reached the most tense last moment.

As for whether it can survive, it depends on whether it can dodge and defeat this mountain troll.

If you want to kill this nearly tonnage monster, except for a group of plot heroes with the halo of the protagonist, no one else can compete with it.

"Don't stay there, try to hide along the wall."

Yang Jiangong yelled behind him, and when he turned his head, he happened to see Li Yixin.

Covered in blood, because of the stimulation of blood, Li Yixin was completely submerged in reason at this time, he shouted like crazy, picked up the spear in his hand and rushed towards the mountain trolls desperately.

At this time, the trolls were wielding a war hammer at the end of the chain, and they were furious towards the elven Legolas. The hall was dusty and littered with rubble.

Li Yixin is accurate this time, and he will definitely hurt the troll's calf.

The consequence is to pull the trolls' hatred, and I'm afraid his little life will end here.

"This 2 goods." Yang Jiangong scolded, picked up a tattered round shield under his feet, and smashed it towards Li Yixin's back without hesitation. As for whether it will work or not, whether it can save his life, it is not something that Yang Jiangong can consider at this time.

The orcs in the hall were in the single digits, and they were all drawn by Gandalf and Aragorn, the dwarven Golden Bolt, Boromir, and a few others.

Elven Legolas jumped onto the troll's head and pulled his bow downward at the massive head, but it still didn't get the expected damage.

"Roar, roar, roar—"

The pain-hungry mountain trolls groped their heads indiscriminately, but they couldn't catch the agile elves, so they could only sprinkle fire on the bodies of a few Happies, chasing them all the way with a war hammer.

When the four Hapi people retreated into the two concave holes that were connected to each other, Yang Jiangong found that Zheng Qing had already pulled Hao Lin out of there. Only Li Ruixue happened to be blocked at the exit by the trolls.

Her body slumped to the ground along the stone wall, and the strength of her whole body was slowly gone. Staring at the huge mountain trolls, Li Ruixue helplessly asked Yang Jiangong for help, "Brother Yang, save me!" ”

It's a pity that whether it is in terms of distance or time, it is too late for Yang Jiangong.

Knock――――

The war hammer of the mountain trolls smashed into Li Ruixue's location in the blink of an eye.

With a loud sound of the earth shaking, the ogre angrily slammed into full force. This caused Zheng Qing, who was not far away, to let out a terrifying scream.

In the midst of a large amount of dust, he vaguely saw the bright red under the war hammer, which made the corners of Yang Jiangong's eyes quickly moisten.

Immediately after, an irrepressible anger rushed up, arching against the door of the head.

The blood that made him feel like a pot of boiling water was about to boil, and with an unbearable anger, flowed all the way to the tips of his fingers holding the hilt of his sword.