The half-orc leader was nine feet tall and high-spirited, about one meter eight tall, and his gray-white mane was braided into small braids and scattered behind his back. He was shirtless, revealing a muscular body, and even primitive sacrificial runes were drawn on it in unknown black juice.

At this moment, he was flicking his thick gray-brown fingers, trying to pull at the female adventurer's legs. The woman was clearly aware of what was going to happen next, her eyes desperate, and she was just subconsciously resisting. But that weak taste makes these orcs even more irritable and conquering.

Sting.

His clothes and trousers were torn off, revealing large swaths of snow-white skin, as smooth as satin. Poor these orcs have been wandering in the misty mountains for many years, how have they ever seen such a beautiful and white woman? Suddenly, even the vicious mung bean eyes widened, one by one snorting and panting, the sticky saliva flowed down the corners of the mouth, and the thick bad breath spread far and wide.

The female adventurer's pale countenance, frightened expression, low sobs, and weakness and more like helpless resistance, coupled with the seductive aura on her body, were like a flame tugging at the hearts of all male orcs, tugging at their heartstrings.

However, due to the authority of the chief, these fellows can only wander around the boulder restlessly, looking at the girl with longing and greed, hoping to get a piece of the pie later.

Seeing that the "spear" that was ready to go was about to enter the port, at this time, the roar of guns suddenly exploded in the jungle. A bullet with an initial velocity of nearly a kilometer per second pierced the sky, hitting the orc leader just before it was about to sprint...... Chrysanthemum.

“…… Right in the middle of the heart! ”

Werewolf scientists are also males, so they naturally have a better understanding of their weaknesses. Know where to attack in order to inflict the "most terrifying" damage.

Don't forget, orcs are a thick-skinned species after all, and the damage of all guns will be reduced by 50% at this moment. In such a situation, a headshot is not possible at all, at most it can put him into a state of serious injury. But who knows if this guy will have the attitude of "peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic"?

If it had to endure the pain and "sail into the port", then this busyness would have been in vain.

So, the werewolf scientist smiled and aimed at the black chrysanthemum of the orc leader...... The sniper bullet shot into the chrysanthemum with the momentum of ten thousand jun, and the huge kinetic energy carried by the warhead directly tore open a fist-sized wound. The high-pitched, high-decibel wail of the orc leader suddenly came, echoing among the mountains and ravines, like a cuckoo crying blood, and the aftermath lingered around the beam.

This is the weakness of the pure masters, but if a normal man is suddenly attacked like this, he must not be able to have any 'evil' thoughts.

"Well done." Qin Fen praised.

There is no doubt that this blow of the werewolf scientist can only be described as tragic, dehumanizing, and frenzied. Even Qin Fen felt his scalp tingle when he saw it, and he couldn't help but mourn in silence for the half-orc leader.

There is no doubt that this hapless orc leader will never be interested in any female animal for a long, long time to come. This can be intuitively fed back from the second brother who has become a "little bean dice" after it has shrunk rapidly.

If the shadow in my heart is more serious, it is not impossible to fall into the future and never lift it. Maybe it could become a legend in the Misty Mountains, the first orc leader to become a eunuch......

As blood and filth spurted out from the wound in the back, the angry dragon suddenly became a little dingding. The orc leader had no interest in the 'feast' in front of him, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, and turned his head in great anger.

Unfortunately, the Sniper Rifle has no critical hits, and after being forced to cut its damage by 50%, the sneak attack only dealt 148 actual damage, and even failed to hit it into a critical state.

Half-orcs don't have a high IQ, but anger is something that all intelligent beings are born with.

The orc leader who was shot at the chrysanthemum was probably never so angry in his life. He turned around and glared at Qin Fen and the werewolf scientist with a pair of eyes that were so red that they were almost dripping blood! There is a terrifying momentum that almost tears everything apart! It's a pity that the blood spurting out from the back of the ass still adds a bit of comical meaning to this scene.

He clenched the bone stick made of the thigh bone of an unknown fierce beast in his hand, let out a grunting roar from his mouth, and rushed towards Qin Fen with blood-red eyes, but unfortunately, maybe the movement was too big, pulling the wound, so that the cry was faintly trembling, and his face twitched and tangled together......

The hatred of the chrysanthemum, I don't share it!

The other orcs didn't dare not say anything when they saw that the boss was furious. One by one, they looked greedily at the female adventurers lying on the boulder, and rushed out with a scream. But in the end, the orc suddenly became smarter, ran two steps and then turned back, and struck the female adventurer's legs with the wooden stick in his hand. Suddenly, two crisp fracture sounds were remembered, followed by the terrible screams of the female adventurer.

Seeing that both legs were broken into a twisted appearance, according to the experience of previous hunting, this prey had no chance to escape. After doing this, the half-orc, who had suddenly become smarter, snorted in satisfaction, and chased after the large army with a wooden stick.

The female adventurer burst into tears and snot, and as her legs were broken, the last shred of hope in her heart vanished.

"Why...... Why is this happening! ”

She regretted it very much at the moment, very much regret, regret to the point of despair. It was like the deepest nightmare of horror, turning into a bottomless whirlpool that drowned and swallowed her. She even wanted to die, but her hands were tied and she couldn't even kill herself.

Biting your tongue and killing yourself?

Don't be funny, in terms of the adventurer's strong physique, biting your tongue will not only make you suffer from pain, but you really can't die.

From the perspective of modern medicine, there is no scientific basis for the description of martial arts novels that kill you immediately as soon as you bite your tongue. In fact, in real life, we often see many examples of people who have injured their tongues for various reasons, or even partially missing, and are still alive.

Just when the woman was in pain and despair, a crisp girl's voice like a yellow bird whispered:

"Sister, don't be afraid, we're here to save you."

This sentence was like a ray of dawn tearing through the darkness, and the female adventurer opened her eyes suddenly, and when she turned her head, she saw a beautiful girl who looked like a porcelain doll quietly coming to her side...... At this moment, tears directly blurred his eyes.

"Your leg is injured," Ai Jiaer frowned slightly, "It's not safe here, I'll take you away first, it may hurt a little when you touch the wound, you have to endure it." ”

The woman sniffed and nodded vigorously.

Ai Jia'er picked up the woman, and quietly slipped to the woods on the side while those orcs rushed towards Qin Fen.

At the same time, Qin Fen is here. When he asked Ai Jia to save people from the side, he had already quickly prepared for battle.

If there were only two or three half-orcs, he would be able to cook in minutes, but once the number of half-orcs increased, the threat would increase greatly, and Qin Fen was unwilling to fight with them. So, a skill that had not been used for a long time came in handy at this moment......

He half-crouched on the ground, pressed the ground with one hand, and then began to whisper obscure sentences in his mouth, like a song lost in the dust of history.