The orc who was hit by Constantine's continuous divine skills stumbled backwards, as an ascetic who majored in auxiliary, Constantine did not have many combat magic skills in his hands, and it was not easy to suppress one orc, and he was now facing not one orc, but two. One of them was putting up a strong resistance in front, while the other orc, Konstantin, could only slowly drive it away.

For the retreating orc, Konstantin has no time to take care of anything else, the ascetic must deal with the stubborn orc in front of him as soon as possible, as for the retreating orc, naturally there is a way to be responsible.

The solution to the orc was in the hands of little Fryman, and the bayonet sword he held was blessed by Constantine, and the already sharp dwarven forge was now equipped with the triple effect of "destroying evil, suffering, and bloodletting".

For an orc with his back to him, such a weapon is simply a soul-snatching scythe. Just as the orc had already pushed in front of his eyes, little Fryman ravaged up, the sword in his hand snow-white in the moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, it had already sunk into the sides of the orc's waist and spine.

The two swords were so sharp that even if they plunged into the orc's body, the strong orc didn't feel pain for a moment. It had gained a foothold in Konstadine's barrage of magical attacks, and was about to raise its axe high to deliver a ferocious slash to the emaciated human in front of it. However, this preparation was finally just a preparation, and at the same time as it raised the giant axe, it suddenly felt that its body was weaker than ever, and even the axe could no longer be lifted. At the same time, it vaguely heard a "ziz" sound from its waist. For those who are all too familiar with cutting life, it has been recognized as the sound of a large amount of blood being released through the weapon's blood tank.

However, for the first time, this voice happened behind it. And not the body of the target. It subconsciously reached out and touched the back of its body. Suddenly. An unprecedented feeling of pain suddenly erupted in its heart and lungs. It was as if a giant hand appeared in its body, grabbed its lungs and heart together, and tore it hard. The air in the lungs was completely squeezed out by the invisible beast, and the orc was not only unable to breathe, but also unable to move, and his whole body slowly curled up into a ball, and then died without moving.

Little Fryman jerked out his sword. Put it back in the sleeve. There is no way, the weapon blessed by Konstantin is too bright, if you don't do this, before you kill the orcs, little Flemann with a bayonet sword will first become the target of those orcs.

"Good job."

Constantine, who had almost simultaneously eliminated the orc in front of him, whispered a word of praise to little Fryman.

The boy in front of him was taking a deep breath in the moonlight, and although he tried to keep his voice low, the ascetic could hear the loud sound of the brown-haired boy's heart beating violently. Not only that, but the sound of the teenager's lungs also sounded something wrong.

"We have to go back, there are more orcs than we thought, and this is not the way to go."

Konstantin continued. In the time just now, the two of them had combined to kill eleven orcs. But judging by the sounds heard so far, there may be hundreds of them.

Little Flemann's throat was like a worn-out bellows, making a "ho-ho" sound, and in response to Konstantin's words, the boy shook his head and said, "We must, we must, we must rush in." ”

He swallowed his saliva, making his parched throat a little better, and continued, "We must beat these orcs once and for all until they go berserk, so that we can keep them all here." Otherwise, all the previous arrangements will be in vain. ”

Konstantin drew a cross on his chest, and for little Flemann's strong will to fight, the ascetic once again expressed his admiration in his heart: "As you wish, my child, we go on, and all heresies will surely fall under our sword." ”

After saying that, he tapped little Fryman's forehead lightly, and a warm feeling flowed through little Fryman's mind. Although his muscles were still sore, and a wave of his arms would make little Fryman feel difficult, the warm feeling at least relieved his heart to some extent, and the burning sensation in his lungs was also reduced.

"That's all I can do for you."

Konstantin said this, he did not explain the weishenme, but looking at the back of this ascetic who had never sweated a little rickety, little Fryman could also guess that the "Great Blessing Technique" just now was probably also a huge consumption for Konstantin. As the ascetic had said before, the excessive use of magic spells would also cause damage to the caster's body, and now, Constantine was most likely in a situation of being harmed, and even then, he had to use some simple magic to help little Fleman recover. This spirit made little Fryman struggle a little.

This is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, this is a good person, after becoming the godfather of little Fryman, he helped little Fryman wholeheartedly, and the brown-haired boy has actually been deceiving this old man all along, and even treating the other party as his pawn. This ambivalence made little Fryman feel a little uncomfortable.

He shook his head, put his complicated thoughts away, looked at the dark forest in front of him, and whispered, "Okay, let's continue, hold on, and see who is the victor of Zuihou." ”

Darkness is the fairest enemy, and all its combatants are treated equally. And the trees in the forest separated these battles from each other and shattered them. In fact, the battle tonight was itself a chaotic, disconnected process. It doesn't seem to be a direct connection to each other, either the dwarves suddenly rush out to fight for a while, or the orcs suddenly rush over, and there is no regularity in fighting and resting. Even where and how the enemy will go into battle, there is chaos.

In such a fight, Fryman Jr. struck back and forth four or five times, and he was not sure of that. Fighting too hard can easily make people forget a lot of things, so it can be very troublesome to determine whether you are going to make two long impacts, or whether one impact becomes two strikes.

As for how many orcs the little Fryman killed in total, it is still a mystery, and Konstantin says that the little Fleman should have killed more than thirty orcs. However, the brown-haired boy knew that in the subsequent impacts, there were many times when he had already inflicted heavy damage on his opponent, but he had not completed an effective kill. Many times the opponent has been severely injured by Fryman Jr. and Konstantin, and he has disappeared into the darkness in time, and Little Fleman does not know where these orcs are, but his physical strength can no longer keep up. The brown-haired boy could clearly feel that his body was on the verge of collapse, and the damage caused to the orcs was much less. Seriously injuring the opponent is already considered to be doing his best, and killing the orcs can be regarded as a luxury for the current little Fryman.

But he really can't care about that now, he has to regain some more strength in the shortest time possible before launching another blast. Fight those orcs head-on with a counterattack that is gradually gaining momentum.

Being able to see where your opponent is in the dark and they can't see you at all is a better situation than offense rather than defense. Once the enemy is allowed to reduce his range of movement to a very small range, even if he has such a gaze, it is pointless.

What's more, the current dwarves also have heavy casualties, as far as the current situation is concerned, at least 7 dwarves have been killed, and the rest of the dwarves are fighting with wounds. Nilyre, who was in charge of healing with divine magic, was already exhausted and unable to unleash any effective divine magic.

In this case, once the orcs further suppress the range of movement, by the time the light appears tomorrow morning, little Fryman's team will be in a desperate situation at any time.

It must be done once, dealing as much damage as possible, and completely breaking the orc's attack arrows. As long as this impact is completed, the orcs will also take a temporary break due to a large amount of attrition. That would give little Fryman's team valuable time.

As long as there was enough time, little Fryman believed that he would have a chance to reconnect with the huge divine array surrounded by light and use a high-level divine technique. As for what damage it would bring him, I can't care about it now.

As for setting up a game, or performing in front of Konstantin, I can't take care of those at this time. The dwarves are subjects of little Fryman, and little Fleman is lord of the dwarves, and this reason is enough.

didn't care that his game was out of control, the brown-haired boy slowly straightened up with the tree, the stabbing sword in his hand had long been dimmed, it was not that Konstantin's blessing had passed the time limit, but that the two swords had been fighting for too long, and the sharpness had not been sharpened much. According to the understanding in Little Fryman's mind, the durability of these two bayonets was about to go to zero.

"Get me two more weapons."

Little Fryman whispered, a sudden cough hit, and he suddenly held his breath, his cheeks flushed. It took a while to hold back the cough and avoid making too much noise for the orcs to find out. His lungs were depleted, but little Fryman did not dare to breathe hard, for fear that the next breath would cause a new cough.

"Only one axe."

Nialaire, who was also extremely tired, replied quietly, his hands gently dragging an axe over, and looked at little Fryman with a look of excitement on his face that he did not even know. He said, "Allow me to fight with you this time, Lord Fryman. (To be continued......)