Fifty meters away, the opposite dwarf Barney smashed a hammer on a stone on the ground, letting out a wanton wild laugh, and the voice floated far away: "Orc cub, I've come to see the quarterfinals of this bloody competition!"

"Just you damn dwarf!?" Wall snorted disdainfully.

The top 10 can pick up a life, but the higher the ranking, the bigger the reward. This was announced by the Divine Envoy early in the morning.

Just now, the orcs couldn't fight with absolute superiority in the good situation, and now it's a typical Japanese who can't be turned around.

The two camps of chaos and order have been incompatible since ancient times, and the orcs have done a lot of good things, burning, killing and looting. Now it's naturally unanimous to the outside world.

"How?" said Barney the dwarf, in a deep voice.

"They don't come, we'll wait! They come, we set up a formation, and shoot him with our archers. When you get to the safe zone and only 30 yards in diameter, you can do whatever you want. Martin was also a little helpless, eight people, just one horse, and the guy was still scared. If the infantry is sent to counterattack, it will be delivered one by one.

It's better to take control of the situation and force the wolf king to death.

As long as Wall is dead, it doesn't matter if that goblin dies or not.

At this moment, Wall rode the demon wolf and stood still outside the range of the bow and arrow, and he shouted, "Golden Shining, huh, if you are still a man, you will fight me one-on-one!"

The orcs are slight, similar to the hooligans who know martial arts, and the lethality is really great.

However, I have to say that this tactic is very manly.

Just by sounding it, it makes people's blood boil. If Martin were a pure Bakarian knight, his knightly dignity would never be trampled upon, let alone the orcs who challenged him for a duel.

Martin is a traverser, as a traverser, at most he will play a dad game with you, and if he loses, he will call the other party's dad.

Martin himself knows best.

It's really special to call him a duel, even if he plays one-on-one foot combat, most of the people who die are still him.

But don't you duel...... Hurt morale.

So Martin's response was...... His face was raised forty-five degrees to the sky, his chin was raised, revealing two nostrils, and there was a clear contempt on his face: "Duel!?hahahaha! You-no-worthy-"

At this time, the benefits of having a younger brother are highlighted.

Garr, who had been standing behind Martin, immediately came to his senses: yes, why should the other party challenge his own master with a wolf cub?

Garr immediately took three steps forward with his spear, slightly blocking Martin's small body, and shouted: "You orc dog! Bronze-level contestant with only five kills, why do you challenge my young master! Just let me [Dogs of Lorraine] be your opponent?"

When Gal said this, the dwarves were happy.

Before that, Barney and they were really afraid that Martin would run to send it. Although they don't know how strong this Golden Flash is, but now the situation is very good, if something happens to Golden Flash, the temporary alliance will show signs of collapse, after all, the rest of the guys are not convinced, and it will not be fun to break the orcs one by one.

Now!

It makes sense!

People have 15 kills, you are a gold-level contestant, and you are the best in the audience, why should you have a bronze duel with you? People don't bully you or look down on you, find a subordinate with the same five kills. Bronze to bronze, it's 'fair'!

There is no such thing as absolute fairness.

Single-handedly or something, it is completely a helpless move by the inferior party to try to turn the tables. Ostensibly fair, but Martin's group of guys stood in the middle of the safe zone. There are still 2 minutes left to shrink the circle. If Wall can't clean up Gal in a very short time, then he will delay the time, or get a little injured, then it will be him who will suffer.

But Gal inadvertently scolded him and scolded him again.

Since it is a werewolf, of course, it is the wolf totem that is worshipped. For those dogs that have been reduced to human pets, they are absolutely despised. Garr calls him 'Dog'!

That's a double insult.

All of a sudden, Wall's blood was churning and he was in a state of anger.

He let out a roar of rage, and then turned his head: "Humble goblins—if you still believe in the great orc god Guush, then summon up your courage and rush with me one last time! Defeat is not the end, death is not the end - only the fall of the soul is the most shameful!"

The goblin cavalry suddenly shook his head, and a sense of shame welled up in his heart, and anyone could see it, and he shook his whole body violently, and finally clenched the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand. He gritted the moth-eaten yellow fangs in his mouth and said viciously: "Okay!

Martin heard it from afar and tilted his head: "Huh, this Wall still has a bit of backbone!"

That's a little.

Three dwarves were at the forefront. Originally, Joaquin didn't want to dismount, but he suddenly felt a sharp look from Francis, and had to dismount and hold his sword, and line up to the left of the dwarf. Franise then stood on her right.

Garr, with a spear, sits on the second line. The sword and shield soldiers are in front, and the spears are in the second row, which is the default rule of the whole continent.

In the third row, Martin and Valrhona were the two goalscorers.

"Shoot the wolf first. Martin said lightly.

At this time, Valrhona did not resist Martin's order at all, bent her bow and arrows, and deducted three arrows from the string in a smooth manner.

This is a [Triple Shot]!

Not once, but three times!

Nine arrows were fired in a row.

I have to say that the archery skills of the wood elves are the best in the continent.

With Valrhona's [Triple Shot] of three arrows at a time, plus [Last Strike, First Come], nine arrows reach the target almost at the same time, and she is enough to rank among the top marksmen.

Wall, who was in a state of madness, was also dumbfounded.

Nine arrows at a time, all of them beckoned to his wolf. The Demon Wolf King is so big that he can't hide at all.

And they're all magic arrows!

The crimson of the flame arrows and the whiteness of the frost arrows were all stimulating Wall's eyes.

I've seen a loser, but I've never seen such a loser!

The most odious thing is that at the critical moment, Martin opened fire.

Crossbow arrows have more power than bows, longer range, and faster muzzle velocity after destringing.

Martin, who has calculated everything, is the real last to come first.

It was an incomparably spicy crossbow arrow, and this arrow caught a glimpse of the moment when the Demon Wolf King was about to land after he pounced, even if the Demon Wolf King subconsciously dodged his front paws, he was always shot by the spicy arrow aimed at the left front and rear legs at the same time.

The arrows on the hind legs, like dominoes, triggered a series of collapses.

The Demon Wolf King, who had lost his footing, was shot by six magic arrows at once, and at that time, flames and frost erupted on his body at the same time. No matter how heartbroken Wall was, he had to jump up and fly away from the area to avoid being affected by the magic element.