Gal was like a cheetah attacking, and the speed of his body instantly accelerated from zero to sixty kilometers per hour, which made his whole person soar out like an arrow from a string.

There aren't many creatures in this world that have a hard back of their heads.

Most creatures, even bears, tigers, etc., have the back of their heads soft and fragile compared to their foreheads.

Orog is no exception.

With the cover of this explosion, Gal, who broke through from the flames of the explosion, barely needed to let the strange spear in his hand, which was beginning to turn red, stab Orog in the back of the head with a single shot.

From a distance, this scene is even more shocking.

Under this blow, the huge crimson fire ball bloomed like a huge flower, rippling and rolling in all directions.

At this moment, it was as if the gun was no longer a gun, but a fire dragon that was about to devour the enemy and flutter out in the sea of fire. All the flames that swayed were simply the aftermath of the dragon's groan on the tip of the spear.

Time seemed to freeze, and Martin could clearly see Gal roaring, the throat peeking out of the big mouth, the slightly bulging eyes, and the bulging tendons on his neck.

This astonishing momentum of no self and no return gave Martin the deepest shock.

Gal stabbed this shot with all his might, with an almost life-burning momentum.

Martin suddenly had a magical idea - I shouldn't have picked up a treasure, right? Pull a little brother out in Lorraine Castle to block the gun, and pull a guy with hero qualifications!?

"Drink—" With Gal like a thunderstorm, the burly but slightly sluggish Orog couldn't dodge the blow after all.

The big man seemed to instinctively bow his head, but Gar adjusted faster, and his slightly downward pressure on the tip of the gun eventually caused the back of Orog's head to be punctured with the most terrible sharp weapon.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and Orog's huge and ugly head, under this terrifying shot, failed to withstand the huge force that came by the puncture, and exploded directly.

It was as if it wasn't the braincase of a terrible monster, but a rotten watermelon smashed open with a wooden stick.

Gal kills his target with one blow, and anyone can see the surprise on his face.

Martin even had the feeling that Gal was pleasantly surprised by the act of killing itself, rather than the reward that was coming......

The voice of the divine envoy echoed in the sea of spirits of all people, as expected.

"The third Five-Killing Mighty was born, and he was the [Dog of Lorraine] from Bakaria! He stabbed with a gorgeous spear and instantly killed the Möngke* Burner of the Flame Clan in the Blazing Lands of the South. ”

"Poof!" Martin squirted.

This time he was really careless.

Now he didn't care what reward Gal had received. He was worried about only one thing - although he had not deliberately concealed all traces, he had used a pseudonym.

Gal used the title of "Dog of Lorraine", didn't he tell Franches who he was as Ghar's master?

Well, fame is whatever it is.

Anyway, if you pretend to be a grandson for a long time, maybe you will really become a grandson.

Martin was more concerned about the remaining three orc knights.

By this time, Valrhona had already begun to launch a series of shots at the orc riding the boar.

One arrow, one arrow, another arrow.

Seeing Valrhona's graceful yet light and accurate archery skills, Martin was ashamed. It's in vain that Franise treats him as a marksman, and that's what he is. Martin's half-shooter, if I had to say what it looked like, probably used a crossbow as a sniper rifle, right?

The archery skills of the wood elves are also among the best in the Kaos continent, and compared to the peasant archers who are generally weak in Bakaria, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth. Baccaria's best archer ranger knight is probably no match for Valrhona.

Five arrows in one breath first blinded the wild boar under the crotch of the mace orc who rushed to the front. Taking advantage of the moment when the wild boar screamed and raised its head, it shot through the throat again. The boar that fell to the ground threw the orc straight down.

At the same time, Valrhona also took the time to shoot two arrows at the white-haired werewolf. It's a pity that the wolf king's riding skills are really good, and as soon as his legs are clamped, the giant wolf under his crotch makes a small jump and dodges the two sharp arrows that follow. But this jump made the wolf king miss the opportunity to kill a lone dwarf.

However, at this time, Martin came to pick up the leak - perfectly aimed at the wolf who jumped away, and his whole body was still in the air, Martin shot an extremely spicy arrow.

The wolf king Wall's wolf is indeed awesome, and in this unavoidable situation, he still relied on twisting in mid-air to let the vital point in his chest dodge.

I hid in the first year of junior high school, but I couldn't hide from fifteen.

Martin's arrow completely calculated the space and possible landing point of the wolf's dodge, and when he shot, it was already two points and one line. Since it missed the chest, the bolt continued to fly forward, passing under the wolf and shooting at its hind legs.

If Martin's calculations were correct, the arrow would have been solid into the inside of his left hind leg.

Well, in a sense, Martin's arrow is miraculous, because in actual shooting, it is not two points in a line, but three points in a line.

If you are not careful, you will shoot the wolf's dangling balls.

The moment he was shot, Martin himself was confused: Rub, did I accidentally install the sniper module of [Sniper (Burst) Strike (Egg) Elite 3] on myself?

Martin was blinded, and Wall was stupid. The wolf king could probably sense that the mount should have been hit by an arrow, but he didn't know where it was! The beast tamer didn't share his senses, he could only feel the horror and anger of the mount under his crotch after being injured, but he couldn't appease the mount.

He didn't want to give up this huge wolf, because this was a very rare Northland Demon Wolf King, with a faint bloodline of ancient fierce beasts. Finding it and taming it is an absolute bonus. He asked his own oracle that if he managed to win the first place, he could completely take this demon wolf king away.

It's just that as soon as he hesitated, the situation was a bit chaotic.

Wall, under the madness of his mount, was actually led off the rails, and ran straight to the west. In a few clicks, he ran out of range of Martin and Valrhona. On the way, the two of them either did not try to snipe Wall, either because of the wolf's irregular movement and missed, or they were sent flying by Wall.

Then, something even more interesting.

The goblin riding a small wolf actually screamed when he saw Martin, turned around and ran.

At this time, Martin remembered why he felt a little familiar when he saw that guy, and his feelings were that he was the one who turned around and fled on the bridge out of the fortress!

The four orcs, one dead and two fled, leaving the mace-wielding orc, surrounded by the short trio who drove by, ping pong, and dying of joy.

Listen, how joyful!

"Greenskin—my Uncle Barney burned your grandfather's ancestral grave back then!"