Burn, burn, burn!

Burn him!

What is the most loving braised orc, it's best to burn them all in one pot!

Seeing the raging fire, Martin imagined with malice when the orcs would kneel,

However, with the blessing of the [Arsonist] special effect, Martin still didn't even hear a single oracle announcement.

Suddenly, a long tongue of fire suddenly burst out of the fire and sprayed in the direction of Martin.

For a moment, Martin almost thought that he was going to burn someone, but instead became an 'acquaintance'.

The flames were still several meters away from Martin after all.

At this moment, in the firelight, a burly figure slowly stepped out of the sea of fire, revealing its true face - it was a special Orrog.

His exposed skin took on a strange golden hue.

Not the golden color of gold, but the kind that comes out of baking a cake.

He was dressed like the Orrog Martin had ever seen, but his biggest difference was that he had fiery red skin, golden under the flames. And he's holding a nozzle-like thing that he has to admit even if he doesn't want to, and it's an otherworldly version of a flamethrower.

The flames behind him were all absorbed by the special backpack behind him, and after compression, they turned into a long tongue of fire like a dragon's breath, spewing out more than thirty meters away.

"Oh my rocks, what the hell is this?" Over there, Barney, the dwarf, had already rushed to Martin, who was standing at the edge of the safe zone in a gilly suit with his two companions. As he ran, he screamed.

The others couldn't give Martin an answer, but the wood elf girl next to him gritted her teeth and said, "That's the orcs of the Flame Clan, they are very few in number, but they are best at manipulating fire." These guys are enemies of all Wood Elves. ”

Well, it seems that this Flame Clan has set fire to the forest before.

The Orog grinned wildly as he walked forward, "Hahaha! Humans, we're not the fire-fearing little creatures of the Chaos Clan. The flame is sacred! The flame is power! Hahaha! This truth was only realized after I roasted my ex-wife. ”

When the ex-wife, the Wood Elf Girl, heard this word, she suddenly wanted to gag.

How mad do you have to be to burn your lover to death with fire?

She was completely unable to accept this crazy ogre's worldview.

There was no time for them to hesitate, and behind the burly ogre, who looked like a hill, three orcs on mounts slowly stepped out from both sides.

It was a white-haired werewolf riding a huge war wolf, the wolf king Wall, and his two temporary younger brothers. One was a green-skinned orc riding a large boar, and the guy was armed with a blood-stained black iron mace. The huge head of the rod is very scary just to see the size that is larger than a human head.

The other was a goblin riding a trumpet wolf, and for some reason, Martin looked over, and the guy gave Martin a sense of familiarity.

None of the three riders seemed to have any intention of acting as assaulters.

At this time, Orog, who was armed with a flamethrower, rushed first.

A huge humanoid creature that probably weighed more than two tons was very shocking when it charged.

If it was him charging head-on, what made Barney's scalp tingle the most was that the remaining human actually rushed towards them with two pursuers.

It's obviously going to be passed on.

In the scene, three dwarves, two humans, and one elf are the same number as the orcs in total numbers.

However, the orcs are almost all cavalry, and mobility alone wins a lot.

"Glitter, huh? I'm Barney. What to do next, we listen to you. There's no time to be surprised at Martin's thinness, Barney is just struggling to survive. For the savior, for a chess player who was obviously above him, Barney decisively gave up the dominance of his own team.

"Very well! The three of you are divided into three lines, and each of you is facing the orc cavalry. ”

"Ahh

Martin glanced at it, and there was a kind of non-angry and self-righteous momentum in his wise but determined eyes. This is the momentum of the slayer, but also the momentum of the superior, and it is the power that Gilgamesh's soul fragment brings to Martin.

"You have no chance of winning against that big guy who plays with fire. If you want to be in the top eight, listen to me. "Martin didn't have a 'I read a lot, I won't lie to you' look on his face at this time. The fifteen unjust souls in his hands and the bloody record are his greatest confidence.

Barney couldn't imagine how Martin was going to clean up the fire-playing Orog, but he still chose to obey.

Just now his compatriots had proved with death how powerless they were in the face of cavalry encirclement. I wanted to kill the big guy with a shell, but I was ambushed and killed by wolves first.

In the same situation, even if it is staged again, the result will not change in the slightest, so it is better to listen to the words of this 'golden shining' and try your best!

Gritting their teeth, the three dwarves who had just rushed out of the fire once again opened their short legs and rushed towards the orc cavalry in a circle.

"Haha, are you in such a hurry to die?" the wolf king Wall was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

In the grass of a flat river, to deal with a few dwarfs who are not in formation, it is really not too simple. The other party's style of play looks like delivering food, which is more like a ...... to him Provocation!

The belligerent factor of the orcs drove him to rush out before he could think.

With no teammates by his side, Orog was undaunted, and he took another ten steps forward with his flamethrower.

Suddenly, he heard a loud, high-pitched noise from something like an exhaust fan absorbing flames behind him.

Without giving him the slightest time to react, the entire flamethrower exploded.

"Bang-" It was a loud bang that shook all directions.

Wals, who had just run more than 30 meters, turned back in amazement. The only thing they could see was Orog of the Flame Clan, whose whole person was blown forward, and a thin figure that leaped high and quickly stabbed a red spear into the back of Orog's head......

That person, naturally, wearing a gilly suit, sneaked over early in the morning, closer to the four orcs and Gar on the edge of the fire.

A simple dagger throw directly destroyed the flame absorber that was protected behind him by Orog. Gal didn't know that the effect would be so good. The huge backpack exploded directly, blowing up Orog to a-eating.

Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Gal certainly won't let it go.