Zhao Mai stood on the hill, carrying a flat and wide stone in his hand, which is called a "slab brick". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He was confronted with three fires in the col, three roast leg of mutton and a lamb stew boiling on the fire, and more than thirty hungry orcs.

A pair of red eyes looked at Zhao Mai, as if he was a pack of wolves. They stared at Zhao Mai tightly, baring their teeth like beasts in warning, and a humming sound came from their throats. They are markedly different from ordinary orcs in that they are more burly, but they are more like great apes or bulls than intelligent creatures.

"Could it be that this is a new change in the orcs?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, he didn't seem to have created such a "degenerate" orc, what was going on in front of him? However, this did not affect his original plan. Regardless of whether these orcs are smarter or stronger, they will be Zhao Mai's manpower, and they will be his qualifications to continue to challenge upward. To get these manpower, all you need is a reason to fight, and victory afterwards.

Zhao Mai snorted, tore off the useless iron armor on his chest, and shook it casually. The iron plate made a whistling sound and spun through the crowd of orcs, inserting it into the dirt in front of the roast sheep. With a bang, sand and gravel splashed, half of the iron plate sank into the ground, and the half on the ground shook on its own. "The meat is mine!"

Fights for food are different from fights for the position of the leader, the former is always a group fight, and the latter is either a heads-up battle or a group fight, depending on the situation. Whether it is Zhao Mai who singles out this settlement, or this settlement who beats Zhao Mai in groups, in fact, the result is no different. The orcs rushed up with their bare hands, howling, full of enthusiasm, but without discipline. Go up to them and slap a brick in everyone's face.

In the face of the orc's fists, he didn't dodge at all, allowing them to hit his body. This strength was no longer enough to hurt him, and he had to keep his skin too hard so as not to break the orc's hand bones.

The brick in his right hand was raised, and it would always be accurately slapped on the face of the orc closest to him, and with every snap, an orc would cover his face and fall down, incapacitated, without exception. The brick itself does not have such divine power, but Zhao Mai uses the fear effect of the psychic ability in it, which can shock the orc's brain by slapping. Smack, fall to the ground one, smack, another. Those who fell to the ground did not dare to moan or roar, but silently covered their faces with their hands, and knelt or lay quietly as if they were crying.

An orc took the opportunity to kick Zhao Mai's thigh, but he felt that he had kicked on top of a big tree, which was still the kind of big tree with vines and moss on the surface, and the surface of his foot didn't hurt. Zhao Mai lifted the brick, and a beam of moonlight shone down from the edge of the brick, forming a halo of light. The orc hurriedly raised his arms and crossed them to protect his head and face, thinking to himself that there was no problem this time, right?

But a tremendous force came from his elbows, and then his shoulders suddenly went limp, and his arms fell involuntarily. Zhao Mai pressed the orc's arm with his left hand, still sticking a brick on his face, as if he was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty orcs were already kneeling or falling to the ground, all of them being slapped in the face with bricks and hiding their faces with their hands. This ferocious scene had never been heard of or seen in previous orc battles, and the other orcs immediately stopped their tracks, covered each other and slowly retreated, making way between Zhao Mai and Roast Sheep.

"Well, it's not bad. Zhao Mai walked straight up with the bricks, and was about to reach out to grab the grill, only to hear a whoosh, and then his right hand shook. A steel bolt was inserted into the brick accurately, still vibrating violently. Zhao Mai wrapped the brick with his psychic ability, giving it a lot of strength, otherwise the shock from the crossbow bolt would have been enough to shatter the brick.

"It's a good skill, but I don't know if it's the shooter or the weapon. Zhao Mai looked at the bricks and smiled slightly. It seems that the leader of this group should be the one who shoots the crossbow, right? Zhao Mai compared the path of the crossbow arrow, only to see a round figure jumping in the black shadow.

At that moment, another crossbow shot straight towards Zhao Mai's heart, and the process of flying was silent. Zhao Mai grabbed the crossbow bolt directly with three fingers, and put it in front of him to take a look. It was a deliberately hollow copper tube, with a diagonal cut at the top to facilitate puncture. There are also two slightly angled holes at the back end of the tube, from where the air can be expelled to give it a rotational force. It's just that Zhao Mai doesn't understand such a structure, how does it do it quietly?

Zhao Mai's ability to grasp the crossbow arrows with his bare hands shocked the surrounding orcs, and in a "oops" and "mom" gasping sound, two more crossbow arrows flew towards Zhao Mai, one aimed at the forehead and the other aimed at the umbilicus. "No, is this a crossbow or a bow?" Zhao Mai still used his left hand, and fished twice successively, grasping all three crossbow arrows in three fingers. In addition to the one on the bricks, the four crossbow arrows are all of the same structure, hand-polished fine products, and the error between them is quite small.

This is an amazing guy, Zhao Mai whistled. "Grab it, I'm useful!"

Hearing the order, the reserve immediately rushed over. It had been staying on the hillside and being lazy, and it didn't have the heart to participate in Zhao Mai's bullying with bricks, but it never discounted the execution of clear orders. The monster, which had become almost three meters long and already bigger than a lion, rose into the air, and glided towards the fleshy crossbowman halfway up the mountain with a hallucinatory change of direction in the air.

"It's too extravagant to change the velocity vector with instantaneous teleportation to adjust the trajectory of the fall!O.o#" Zhao Mai was just as surprised as the other orcs, and he found that this method seemed to be more advanced than his own double jump. Obviously, you can directly run over to solve the matter, but you have to make such a big move, this is obviously showing off, and there is absolutely no other possibility!

"You've won!" the orc threw away the crossbow in his hand and placed it to his ear with his open palm. The reserve stopped in front of him, raised his nose slightly and reached his chest, and the faint black smoke from his mouth smoked directly on the orc's face. It still gritted its teeth, and let out a low roar in its throat, indicating that it could still feel the hostility of the orc.

"It's okay, back out of the way. Zhao Mai stopped the grain reserve, and then approached to take a closer look at the orc. The crossbowman is a half-breed and is supposed to be of human blood within his body, so his orc traits are relatively weak. "A half-orc?"

"Yes. "The man's voice lacked a deep guttural voice, so it was more human. This trait makes him discriminated against among orcs, but his shooting skills are good.

"What's your name?" Zhao Mai said, "I've already won, do you know that?"

"You've won now. The orc said, "I, Daryl. ”