Seeing that the weapon of the black knife was trapped for a while, the other werewolf warriors immediately took advantage of the situation to kill them. The scimitar slashed mercilessly through the body of the enemy, interspersed with sharp claws. The black knife instantly had one more staggered wound after another all over his body, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

And before that, at the cost of killing more than 20 people, the werewolves only injured the black knife a few times, which shows the extraordinary power of the madness.

Almost at the same moment, Ochre, who had also been blessed with the power of the Battle Song, roared and entered a state of madness, along with the orc grenadiers. And it was only then that it suddenly became clear that Ochre was also a half-orc.

In general, the physical characteristics of half-orcs are distinctly different from pure-blooded orcs and barbarians. In particular, the extraordinarily bulging forehead is the signature body of the half-orc, which can be recognized by anyone at a glance. It's just that for some reason, in the case of ochre, the above rule does not seem to apply. It was only when it entered pseudo-madness because of the "breath of the god of war" that its half-orc nature was suddenly revealed.

Seemingly angry at the vile sneak attack from Yongdao, and as if a strong self-reprieve for failing to protect his mistress, Ochre's madness went far deeper than that of the other grenadiers. And unlike other orcs who used their axes as throwing weapons, Ochre, who had fallen into a rage, opened his hands directly, roaring angrily, and quickly condensed a cold frost throwing spear from the air.

"Not good! That bastard turned out to be an ice giant. Get out of the way! The Black Knife immediately noticed Ochre's outburst and immediately shouted.

Ice giants are indigenous to the glacial regions of the far north of the heath.

Unlike the Titans, who have lived on the southern ice fields of Bracada for generations and have mastered a high level of civilization and great power, the Ice Giants are among the wild giants that have not yet been civilized. In terms of blood, it is relatively close to the "sub-giant clan" such as cyclops and mountain giants.

Of course, the proud Titans never admit that the so-called "sub-giant" race has any connection or connection to them. Although, judging from the appearance alone, the Titans are actually not much different from the sub-giants.

Because they have lived in extremely cold glaciers for a long time, Ice Giants are born with some specific ice-type spell abilities. Legend has it that the most powerful of the Deep Blue Ice Giants can even shoot down dragons flying high in the sky with their condensed frozen gas spears. So, if there is no last resort, no one will be idle enough to run to the Far North Wasteland, risk being smashed into meatloaf or frozen into popsicles, and offend the ice giants. Similarly, the footprints of ice giants have been confined to glaciers due to their inability to leave the boreal zone.

Therefore, in general, for this world, the powerful ice giants can still be classified as a "peaceful race......

But the ochre in front of him turned out to be a half-orc with the blood of an ice giant, which almost once again subverted the inherent common sense of the old soldier of the black knife. It is no wonder that the Venerable Beamon Shaman would have such a short, unsightly barbarian as a follower, who turned out to have such a secret background.

It's just that the warning of the black knife is still a step slower after all.

Almost in the time of a breath, a frost spear that exuded a biting chill was fully formed in Ochre's hands. However, it can be seen that in order to condense this throwing gun, Ochre has done his best. A pair of large, rough hands trembled almost incessantly, barely keeping the frost throwing gun steady. It is believed that if it were not for the powerful help of the "Breath of the God of War", with its current level, it would not be able to so stimulate the blood of the ice giant in the body to summon the throwing spear.

"Tagro! (Die)"

In a violent roar, I saw Ochre take a step forward suddenly, aim slightly, and then link his waist and arms, and the whole person turned into a fiercely firing "battery", throwing the frost throwing gun in his hand fiercely. …,

"Huh!"

With a beautiful and abnormal blue crystal frost track, the spear flew towards the depths of the tunnel like a brilliant aurora.

Inside the corridor, Moriarty was unable to dodge and was almost ready to die.

"Be careful!"

At the last moment, White threw himself down, and the whole person flew out sideways, directly blocking the entrance of the corridor with his body.

With a soft "snap", the frost lance struck Walter's right shoulder squarely, then stabbed through completely, and then fell to the ground as White fell to the ground, shattering.

Slightly stunned, Moriarty suddenly woke up from the shock, and immediately rushed forward to hold White, who had been seriously injured and unconscious, in his arms, and quickly dragged him into the corridor.

At this time, White's face was as pale as a piece of wax paper. There was no blood flowing from the shoulder pierced by the frost spear, but it was strangely blocked by a large number of blue ice spikes, and the cold was abnormal. Moreover, a thin blue-gray frost was constantly spreading towards White's chest and right arm at the center of the wound. Moriarty touched it, and found that it was impossible to peel it off, and the tentacles were so hard and cold that it seemed to turn flesh and blood into ice cubes.

Looking at White, who did not know whether he was alive or dead in his arms, Moriarty gritted his teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

For the first time since waking up in this new world, Moriarty felt a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing that White was suffering a heavy blow in order to cover Moriarty, the black knife roared with all his might, temporarily forcing the surrounding werewolf warriors to take a step back. Then he made a quick turn and hurried in the direction of the road.

Resisting a blow from the half-orc grenadier's axe with his back, the black knife rushed into the tunnel with blood from the corners of his mouth.

Entering the passage, the black knife took a quick look at the two of them, and at the same time directly hung the black saber back on the back armor, and then carried the injured White at once, and at the same time grabbed Moriarty's arm tightly, and ran quickly towards the inside of the corridor in the direction of the road.

"Chase!"

Seeing the Black Knife disappear into the dark passage with Moriarty and the wounded White, the werewolf immediately led the remaining werewolf warriors in pursuit, leaving only Ochre and the sluggish orc grenadiers behind.

Because it almost completely carried the extra weight of two adults, coupled with the werewolf's keen sense of smell, the black knife has never been able to shake off the pursuers behind him. If it weren't for the fact that they knew enough about the structure of this black market, were familiar with all the passage layouts, and made a sharp turn in the direction of the secret forks in the guò several times, I am afraid that the three of them would have been overtaken by the werewolf warriors who acted like the wind.

With the black knife fleeing and the enemy's endless pursuit, the three were quickly recreated and driven back to the "Black Knife Arsenal" located in the deepest part of the old prison. And coming here, it's almost like there's no way back.

In the end, relying on the narrow terrain of the only way in and out, the black knife that had redrawn the saber finally firmly held the main entrance to the arsenal. The narrow corridor, where only two people could pass side by side, greatly limited the numerical superiority of the werewolf warriors, forcing them to use the terrifying oil-licking tactics to fight.

And after quickly slashing the two werewolves who rushed over, Beamon immediately retracted his offensive and withdrew from the passage that was unfavorable to him.

Obviously, as the leader, Shaman Beamon also saw that without the siege of collective combat, only a small number of pseudo-mad werewolf warriors were still far from being the opponent of the mid-level peak Terran warriors. Coming forward in waves like this and "fighting alone" will only cause unnecessary casualties and consume the lives of their own soldiers.

"Haha, she-wolf cub, you should come in. Otherwise, if it drags on for a while, I'm afraid those big people in the inner castle will come to hunt. In line with the usual busy style of losing the battle, the black knife guarded the entrance, shouting at the retreating female werewolf, as if it was not himself but the other party who was chased and beaten just now. …,

"Huh, the big man in the Inner Castle? Rest assured, no one will come out of the inner fort until three o'clock in the morning. On the other side, Beamon Shaman smiled coldly and directly pierced the psychological warfare of the black knife: "As for the patrols outside who can only see the scenery, I'm afraid they don't have the courage to come here to patrol." It is said that your Sir Glass has dealt with those who dare to go near the black market to make money on a few occasions. ”

"Hey, this she-wolf even knows this!" Hearing Glass's name, Black Knife couldn't help but shout and curse again.

It seems that this extremely bold female werewolf shaman has also been carefully investigated in advance, and after fully understanding all aspects of the "Ford Night Market", he dared to take advantage of the fire and commit such a big crime in the Ford Fortress.

"Hmph, even if you finally succeed here, do you think you can run away with your men? This time, you're playing too big, almost cutting off the fortunes of a certain big guy. Even if you chase to Kragdoso (the royal capital of Krulrod), the general will not let you go. The black knife suppressed his anger and continued to fight with the werewolf.

"Cragdoso? Do you think that the 'Count of Sharon', Mr. Strielup, would dare to step his legs out of this fortress even half a step? Shaman Beamon retorted unconcernedly: "You and I both know that since this 'valian' general came to Ford three years ago, he has been busy founding all kinds of trendy salons. In his eyes, the appeal of dresses and perfumes was far greater than that of swords and armor. And thanks to him, many people in the wasteland have had a much better life in recent years. ”

"......" was completely speechless for the female werewolf's questioning, and it seemed that the empty intimidation was useless.

"As for our retreat, hehe, the dead don't need to know." Speaking of this, the female werewolf suddenly waved her hand, and several werewolf warriors on the side, who had already escaped the frenzied state, put down the wooden barrels they were carrying on their shoulders

It's the weekend again tomorrow. There will be two more.

Thick skin asks for a ticket.