It was dressed in leather armor sewn from the thick skin of several beasts, with white chest guards, black waist guards, and beige shoulder guards, and the various skins were well cut into shape and then sewn together with something resembling cow tendon.

It didn't have any weapons on it, but it was in the claw's place, and the cold glow of metal could be seen. Its claws were actually replaced with the original claws by some special means, and then replaced them with metal.

If you look closely, you will be shocked to see that each of its claws is different. All metal claws are made with the finest blades or tips.

When it heard the loud and irritating voice of the divine envoy, it suddenly stopped and let out a slightly strange howl in the sky.

The howl echoed through the woods, out of the dense forest, into the open wilderness.

"Impotent and cowardly waste! Have you all forgotten the teachings of the orc god? Can't even clean up a single human, are you embarrassed to call yourself a brave orc? In the name of the wolf god Madeaaron, kill me! Kill all the aliens! Turn this bloody arena into a bloody sanctuary that proves the bravery of the orcs—"

The werewolf raised his metal claws, and used them to cut five neat and parallel blood marks on his left chest outside his heart. He is the one who swears by his life, with his soul at stake, will defend the glory of the orcs!

Drops of blood dripped through the pierced leather armor and down the cut in the chest.

Until this moment, if anyone is watching this scene, they will understand that the leather armor is not armor at all, but a clear proof that it has killed countless enemies, and it is its martial arts......

Most of the orcs who heard his roar did so, and the strong orcs sliced their chests shallowly with their blades, letting the blood flow, and stimulated their taste buds with the smell of blood. Almost every orc had a smile mixed with a mad mixture of piety on their faces.

Unbeknownst to Martin, he was already regarded as a great enemy by so many orcs.

Anyway, he has a lot of debts, and he can't be pressed.

And he now has another problem.

Very suddenly, a large red circle suddenly appeared on the map of his and Francis's sea of consciousness.

And the two of them are right in the center of the red circle.

Martin certainly knows what that means.

Nima – it's bombing!

Hold the grass, I want to be so cheap, tell the gods this trick.

It's really random bombing in people's games.

Here, a group of scheming alien gods will give him a good human fruit to eat?

The randomness that was said to be good has become a deliberate target!

Looking at the huge red dot of light that suddenly appeared in the sky, I knew the big thing with my toes.

Countless meteorites pierced the atmosphere, sliced through the sky, and crashed to the ground.

Traveling through the atmosphere at high speed, each meteorite becomes a large meteor.

I can't imagine what will happen to being hit by such a meteorite, anyway, Martin knows that if you don't run, you will die!

"Run!" Martin couldn't care about anything else, and just reached out to jump off the bridge.

"You're crazy...... Me!?" Francis's eyes were full of panic, and Rao was as calm as she was, and she couldn't help but lose her weight.

"It's better to be crazy than dead!" Martin finally hardened himself like a domineering president!

Driven by the will to survive, the adrenal hormones in his body were secreted rapidly, and there was an unimaginable force in his arm.

With a drag, Franise found herself suddenly falling out of the bridge in a cloud.

"No—I ......" Before she could finish speaking, she saw a scene she would never forget—the same place they had stood a second before, still hit by a massive meteorite.

With the deafening sound of explosions, she could clearly see that the large rushing car she had once hidden in was thrown dozens of meters into the air like a toy car, falling apart in mid-air.

The stone bridge, which originally looked extremely hard, exploded directly under the terrifying impact power. Every piece of hard masonry exploded, to say nothing more than a dozen.

Franise couldn't help but wake up: If Grants hadn't dragged me away just now, I guess I would have died!

The picture around her was retreating at high speed, because she was being dragged out of balance, and she was now falling down with her body and feet on top, her face facing upwards as if she were top-heavy.

Sudden panic!

"No, I won't ......" Francis, driven by her fierce survival instincts, struggled wildly, and in her terror, she seemed to have kicked something.

In the next moment, just as she imagined, something even more terrifying happened.

A panicked suffocation sensation poured over her face, and sea water poured from her mouth, from her nose, into her body.

"Goo-goo!" she danced and plunged to the bottom.

That's right, she also wears the [Silver Helmet] produced by the elves, and even though this special full-body armor is lighter than other steel armor, it is still a metal denser than water. The armor that once saved her life has now become her life-threatening talisman, pulling her into the deep water like a scale.

"Grants save me—" In her heart, the girl screamed.

However, at the last moment, she was horrified to see Martin, who was supposed to be her lifeline, floating not far from the water like a floating corpse, with a trace of blood on his forehead swaying with the waves.

"Oh my God! What did I do! I kicked him unconscious! I cut off my own way of life with one foot!" At this moment, endless remorse mixed with the fear of death completely swallowed the heart of the young knight.

With sadness, despair, pain and unwillingness, she sank into the deep water one by one.

Gradually, no more bubbles came out of the corners of her mouth, and she was out of breath.

Gradually, even the light could not penetrate her eyes, she was already too deep.

Consciousness also began to blur.

"I ...... Are you going to die?" was the girl's last murmur.

At the end of the end, Martin, who should have fainted, suddenly convulsed like a sheep, and in the next second, he seemed to be possessed by Aquaman or something, and after turning his body around, he swam straight down with his head down and feet up, and quickly and quickly swam down.

His legs swung at high speed as if they were equipped with propellers, causing a long splash of water behind him.

In a daze, Franise felt as if she was being embraced.

The instinct of a drowning person made her struggle hard, clutching around, instinctively trying to grab her lifeline.

Martin was very experienced, and he not only approached her from behind, but also hugged her waist so that she couldn't reach him. Unusually nimble, she used her short sword to break the belt buckle of the silver helmet, and finally freed her from the deadly armor scale.

Francis's struggle slowed down again with the extreme lack of oxygen in her body.

Martin immediately realized that if he didn't do something, this girl probably wouldn't be able to hold up to the surface.

I can't care about anything anymore, Martin goes straight over and crosses the true anger of a single dog!