The great woodland under the night sky, the home of the orcs, the thin girl looked to the west, and from that west came a familiar and strange breath.

"It's like...... The breath of that axe? She glanced at the old orc beside her, who looked up, glanced in that direction, and sighed, "It's the axe." ”

In the old times, when the orcs were still falling apart and failed to form an alliance, there were legends who wanted to unify the orc races with their own power, and in the midst of this there was a great warrior, and that was a Bill Bear, tall and mighty, and he had a battle axe called the Ripper.

But he prefers to call it Bloodroar.

Blood symbolizes death, and roar symbolizes glory.

It was a great warrior who had gathered more than half of the orc clans under his banner, and if it weren't for the Chaos invasion, he might have been the king of the orc kingdom and the eternal goddess of nature's chosen champion.

But he failed, and in the Chaos Invasion, his army faced the legions of the Blood God, and each one fought to the last moment.

He and his legion eventually became an army of revenants, and the weapon was gone.

"Almost, seven hundred years, the axe...... Why did it appear in that direction. The old orc was puzzled and puzzled: "That's the human world...... Looks like we're going to have to make some adjustments to our previous itinerary, Ollie. ”

The skinny girl turned, and she saluted the old orc: "Chief, what are your orders?" ”

"I was thinking about asking Mina to go to Fort Carter and meet the kid, and Fort Carter is also in that direction...... Go and see who lifted the axe, and see if he gets its recognition, and if not, we must bring it back. The old man was silent for a moment, and then continued: "You don't have to worry about this matter, the work of recovery is left to someone else, you just need to find the axe, confirm it, and then go and meet the child in Fort Carter." ”

"But didn't you say before that if Mina met her, then it might be a chance for Mina."

"But it will take her half a year to return to the Great Woodland, and a sage of another race has said that time waits for no one." The old orc stretched out his hand and patted the little girl in front of him on the head: "Go, my child, everyone must face their own destiny, Mina is no exception, and you are no exception. ”

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"What's that?" Old Hoffman was a little stunned—he could feel the breath coming from the south, the palpitations that could only be produced by the arrival of very evil creatures.

Is it the prince?

No, compared to it, the Prince of Chaos is nothing more than a dog without a chain.

It's the Great Devil.

Old Hoffman looked in the direction of the south, he knew that Marin was over there, and if Marin ran into this monster, then he was only afraid of bad luck.

Old Hoffman wanted to rush over, but his duty made him unable to get out, and when the old man also came over and looked in the direction with a suspicious expression, Old Hoffman felt that the breath was gone.

Like tears falling into the rain.

There was no longer any feeling, no more palpitations, and the aura that came with it surprised them—the aura of a legendary weapon.

It seemed to be angry at something, and it seemed to roar, as if it was calling its master.

"The Great Demon of Chaos left behind a legendary weapon?" Old Hoffman looked at his old friend, and he felt that the world had become a little incomprehensible.

"How do I know?" Constanz's eyes widened when he finished speaking: "It's cheering." ”

Yes, it was cheering, as if it had found a new owner, as if it had returned to the best times it could recall.

Then there was a cheer from the south, as if it were boiling, and the two old men frowned, and finally old Hoffman beckoned: "Go to the south and see what is going on." ”

"No problem, Your Excellency." The herald, the herald, nodded, and then sped into the alley with his teammates.

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"Why should we help humans fight for life and death?" The bear-man sitting behind the bunker cursed, and his leopard-man friend patted him on the shoulder: "Our current enemies are called Chaos, and they won't let you go just because you don't look like a human, man." ”

The bearman snorted - it wasn't that he didn't understand, but as a traveler, he hated trouble, and this was the human world, and his size made it difficult for him to hide himself.

Have you ever seen a street fort half a body shorter than you?

I haven't seen it before, but now I do.

The bears were a little sad to hide themselves and wait for Chaos' next charge - they and some humans protected hundreds of young children in this small courtyard, which was the school of the human world, and this was a neighborhood where humans and orcs mixed inhabited, and the children were both humans and orcs.

And in order to prevent the battle race among the orcs from hammering the wall or something else with a single punch, there are strong walls and small buildings, plus firearms and weapons given by humans, and a skilled armor maker has made a batch of cotton armor for them orcs, but there is no need to worry about Chaos Believers being able to rush in.

The Chaos Warrior is coming, and the bear man is not afraid - his strength is great, and the average Chaos Warrior is only afraid that he can fight yet, and the only thing he is afraid of is the Chaos Warlock.

It is already very good for a bear, who is born with a weak spell, to be able to recognize whether a gesture is a simple gesture or a spell casting gesture.

You let the bearman cast a spell? Unless it's a class that can naturally cast spells, the only thing the bear people can do is hammer the brains of the guy who came up with this idea out of their brains.

"Wait a minute, I seem to hear something." Toby's fellow rabbit suddenly stood up, and his speech drew everyone's attention to him, and the bearman was called over by him, and he held the rabbit with both hands and lifted his ears over the top of the wall.

"Big cheers, as if they were approaching us! Oliver, lift me up a little more! The rabbit slapped the bearman's hand, and the bearman lifted it up a little more.

"I saw it! It's our people and humanity together! The west side of the street! The rabbit excitedly shouted: "It's reinforcements!" They've made it through the Chaos Guys' defenses! I knew there was nothing to fear from these Chaos bastards...... Wow, look at that axe, what a big guy! ”

Then the rabbit shrank his head, and everyone saw an axe fly over his head—along with a Chaos Warrior on the other side.

"Oh my God." There was an exclamation among humans.

"How much power does it take." The rabbit watched as the axe and the Chaos Warrior eventually flew across most of the playground before falling ...... Maybe it's better to smash this concept?

Only Oliver was stunned, and as a bear man, he had heard that story since he was a child.

The story of that great bear man legend and his tomahawk.

The axe in the story...... It seems to be the axe in front of you.

He put down the rabbit, then walked over to the tomahawk and reached out to remove it from the corpse.

When he touched the handle of the axe, a small rattan sprouted on the handle, and it whipped Oliver, and then in full view, the handle of the battle axe seemed to have become a creature, and the dense rattan was like a foot, helping the axe to walk towards the castle like a man.

Humans and orcs made a way for the axe to get out.

Then everyone poked their heads out and saw what looked like a child...... No, this is the child, and everyone watched as he reached out and grabbed the axe, and carried it to his shoulder.

"Are you protecting the school, hard work, the neighborhood to the west is safe now, you can protect the children to go to the central city, seek the protection of the temple, remember not to go to the temple of wealth, it is desecrated, if you lose your life because of this, I am not responsible." The child said this, and saw Oliver standing at the back of the crowd with a confused and uneasy look: "What do you seem to know, bear man?" ”

"I, I know the axe in your hand." Oliver was a little uneasy - he found that the artifact of his race had fallen into the hands of a child, and the child had held it with only one hand, knowing that even Ollie himself did not think he could hold it with one hand: "It's called Blood Roar." ”

The child was silent for a moment, and when an old man stood beside him and said something, Oliver saw the child and smiled, "Now it's my blood roar." ”

Oliver is angry, but he can't do anything, such a legendary thing will naturally choose its master, and those who are not recognized are only worthy of impotent rage.

Then Oliver saw the boy and the old man walking forward, and his people following him, and countless humans and orcs, all of their equipment, and Oliver saw the cook in the white coat and his cleaver in the midst of them.

How can such a guy be worthy of following behind the Holy Axe!

Oliver grabbed his sledgehammer and shotgun and walked out of the bunker.

The rabbit stopped him from behind, "Oliver, where are you going!" ”

The bear-man turned and pointed in the direction of the east: "I'm going to follow the axe, it's the blood roar, our Bill's holy relic!" Protect the children and go, and if I don't come back, tell Dadasomi not to wait for me! ”

With that, Oliver strode forward.

The rabbit turned his head to look at his fellow leopard, "Didn't you tell Oliver about Dadasomi?" ”

The latter shook his head, he pointed at himself, and then gestured to the height of the bear man: "You see, Oliver is so tall, his fist is so big, and what about me, I'm just a poor Nanpansio cat man, you want me to tell Oliver that Dadasomi doesn't like him at all?" That big guy is going to punch me to death! ”

"Then you mean let me tell Oliver that the goddess of nature is above! I'm just a little bunny! The rabbit screamed and pointed in the direction where Frio had disappeared: "This fool follows him, but he is afraid that he will die!" ”

"So you mean we're going to stop him now, tell him the facts, and then have him do a multiple-choice question about whether to punch me or kill you?" The leopard looked at the rabbit in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

"Push me in, I can drill the dog hole!" The rabbit replied with a serious expression.

“…… Count you ruthless, Goddess of Nature, how can I have a friend like you! I'll go and say! The leopard rolled its eyes, then buckled its helmet to its head and trotted out of the bunker.

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Marin turned his head again, he had just finished the battle, and he was using the axe in his hand to perform a rehabilitated 'operation' on the Chaos believers, this thing was indeed strong enough, sharpening iron like clay and splitting people like firewood.

It's just that the big bear behind him is really inexplicable - from the time he rushed into battle, the bear man's tears were uncontrollable like a broken water tap, he cried while following Marin and crashed into the defense line formed by the Chaos Believers with their bodies, and the dozen or so big guys who rushed with him were killed and injured, and he was the only one intact.

Isn't this supposed to be happy, but this guy is good, he cries when he rushes into battle, he cries when he hammers people, and he can cry like a 580-pound bear when he hammers people away.

Marin wondered if this guy was following him and criing to attract fire for him?

…… It's impossible to think about it, just this crying method, just his head, as long as the Chaos believers have a little brain, the bullets in their barrels should be aimed at this bear man.

So he stretched out his hand and beckoned the leopard, who didn't notice that Marin was calling him, but another leopard next to him saw Marin, so he patted the stupid leopard's head, and the latter ran over in hindsight: "You called me?" ”

"What's the matter with your friend, I heard that after you spoke to him, the bear man stopped crying." Speaking of this, Marin was silent for a moment: "Did your loved ones pass away?" ”

Marin could only think so, otherwise he really couldn't have imagined that a bear, or a male, could cry so earth-shattering.

"Uh...... In fact, he thought that his girlfriend didn't like him at all, and she asked me to talk to him. The young male leopard's face was full of embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency. ”

Marin finally managed to control his expression - "What is this, you can cry like this after being dumped by your girlfriend?" ”

"That's because you're still young, Your Excellency." Someone who is middle-aged and has a beer belly sighed.

"Yes, your Excellency, you are still young, and you don't know how heart-rending this pain is." A young southerner with two knives sighed.

"I was going to say something, but I didn't know what to say when I thought of your being so young." The northern man with the sparse beard glanced at the big bear.

"It's nice to be young." The retired old punisher crossed his hands on his hips.

Marin's face was full of question marks: "Wait a minute, isn't it just falling out of love, I know, it's indeed a little sad, but is it really that?" So sad for someone who doesn't like him. ”

"Then let me ask, do you have anyone you like?" Mr. Paladin, who joined halfway through, asked, clasping his hands on his chest.

"Yes, there are five girls, and they like me too, and we love each other until we die." Marin's expression softened as he said this.

He thought of his girls, each of whom was his treasure.

Mr. Mage turned his head, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

The knives in the Southerners' hands have fallen.

The northern man put one hand on his own face.

The old punisher sighed.

Mr. Paladin shrugged his shoulders, looking at this scene with some helplessness.

Mr. Bear over there cried even louder.