The white-robed army began to scatter in all directions with Gid as the boundary, and there were not many people, and it was inconspicuous in the army formation that dispersed the humans and orcs, but this was the most terrifying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two small knives in Gid's palm spiraled, and he took a step in his leisurely stroll, and an orc stood sideways in front of him, the place was smoky and could not be seen clearly, and when he saw a human shadow in front of him, the orc didn't think about it, and directly smashed the hammer in his hand fiercely.

Gid showed a satisfied smile, and in the face of the orc's attack, he didn't avoid it and went straight to it, the knife in his hand was rotated by him like a silver moon, and he couldn't see where the blade was at all.

When he was only a dozen centimeters away from the hammer, Gid's waist tilted to the side in a very suspicious posture, and he slashed out against the side of the hammer, and at this moment, Gide moved.

A speed faster than the wind, Gid stepped lightly on the orc's knee with his toes, and his whole body increased by as much as half a meter with the help of force, without any defense, the two knives had already been inserted into the eyes of the other party.

"Ah!!h

"I don't hate you" Gid grabbed his hands and pulled his knife out of the other's eye sockets, bringing out a fountain of blood.

The orc ignored his injuries in pain, and frantically swung his fists in all directions, hoping to attack Gid's body.

Unexpectedly, Gide went around the back of the orc like a monkey, and climbed onto the other party's wide back in a few clicks, and the two knives reached the opponent's throat and smeared one knife each.

"But I like to kill," Gid said slowly, and regardless of whether the orc understood it or not, he just drifted away, leaving only a figure hanging on the ground.

This kind of thing happened everywhere on the battlefield, and many orcs died in an instant at the hands of white-robed soldiers like Gid, and their white clothes were also splashed blood red in the slaughter, like red paint on white paper, which was very eye-catching.

"Don't! Don't, aren't we in a group?" a human musketeer fell to the ground in terror, clutching his bleeding right arm and moving back quickly, but was still followed by the demonic white figure.

"You are no different from orcs in my eyes, it's interesting to kill them, it's also interesting to kill you" The voice under the mask was extremely cold, and people couldn't help but want to stay away from this voice.

"Yes...... But we're all human beings......"

"Poof"

Before the other could finish speaking, the sharp short knife had already stabbed into his soft heart, and the soldier loyal to humanity stared at the executioner in the fog with wide eyes and feeble.

"It's human...... It's fun to kill......"

Crazy, full madman, the white-robed army destroys the enemy on the battlefield very quickly, if you don't procrastinate and only pay attention to killing with one sword, you will die an orc in the blink of an eye on average...... Or human.

They swept in the direction of Iron Song City, whether it was orcs or humans along the way, as long as they blocked the way, they would be regarded as enemies, and no one could stop any of the white-robed soldiers.

"These madmen" Damilon gritted his teeth and roared very angrily, since Haigel proposed to create this team a long time ago, he protested, but it is a pity that if it is not the Seven Demon Guide, it still has no weight in front of this first general of Maran, the other party does not care about his objections at all, and it only took a year to build this bloody knife on the battlefield and clear it.

No one knew where the training site was, only that everyone who came out of it seemed to have a demon living in their bodies, and killing people was like a leisurely afternoon tea for them, and the blood was like a circus animal in front of their eyes, making them feel relaxed and comfortable.

To put it simply, this is a squad of executioners, small in number, but exceptionally powerful, they don't rely on magic, they don't rely on physical strength, and they will always learn only one thing in their lives.

How to kill, how to be faster?

After many wars, the king was so angry that the squad was so brutal that it would kill the rest of his army, and he ordered that he should not train such an army again, or even allow him to take it into the Deserted Plains.

After all, the king wanted a bunch of orc slaves who could be used as laborers, not mountains of cold orc corpses.

"Let's just watch here, since Haigl sent out the purging out, then we don't have to interfere in the rest of the matter" Melfin watched as one of the members of the purge in the mist dismembered the human soldiers who stood in his way, and then withdrew the magic he had attached to his eyes.

"Then let's go find Thorpe, in case he runs into a purge," Damilon said.

"No, if this happens, you might as well worry about purging him, and you know how much Thorpe hates them," Melfinn smiled, turned and jumped off Dameron's magic array, his body turning into a black mist in mid-air and flying back into the military formation behind the humans.

While Gid's clearance team was tearing through the defensive lines of the orcs, Thorpe was fighting Gabir in full swing.

"You are the first human I admire, and your strength is not weaker than mine" Gabiel's whole body was blackened, apparently the result of being hit by Thorpe's fist.

As a magician, Ming Yiguo is a must-eat, and Thorpe immediately responded to this equal enemy: "No, you are stronger than me in terms of strength, and I have no confidence that I can defeat you without magic."

"The strength of you humans is magic, the power of orcs is the body, you don't need to degrade your strength, human" Gabir looked at a human with equal eyes for the first time, Thorpe had already gained his respect with his strength, it sounded a little ridiculous, orcs respect the strong, regardless of race.

"You're right" Thorpe stomped his right foot, and a fire suddenly ignited on his calf, and strings of runes floated from his belly and swirled across his thigh.

Feeling the sudden increase in the aura of strength on Thorpe's body, Gabir didn't dare to underestimate it. "The Power of Totem"

A totem belonging to the Iron Song tribe lit up from Gabil's chest, and a day a dark line stretched out from the totem, permeating every corner of his body, and all the bones and joints grew objects like steel thorns, which became even more ferocious.

There was no nonsense, the bodies of the two moved instantly, Thorpe's fire fist pulled out a long flame, the speed was very fast, and Gabir's difference was only a few centimeters, Gambir looked at this enemy coldly, and resisted Thorpe's hot fist with one knee, but fortunately, Gambil's knee was covered with a thick layer of, so he didn't have to suffer the pain of burning meat.

The attack of the two was fleeting, and before they blinked, the next second they were fighting together, very fierce. (To be continued.) )