Zhao Mai has been besieged many times, not only has he become accustomed to it, but he even likes the feeling of turning on the "Wushuang mode" in the group fight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The feeling of being focused on combat, focusing on body control, focusing on drawing the line between life and death is an experience that is impossible to have in any other environment.

Dire wolf opens its large mouth, its fangs like bayonets, followed by four rows of saws, which can easily cut through the flesh and bones. It's possible that the voyeur goblin is still watching, and there is no need to take out all the hole cards. Therefore, Zhao Mai was not ready to let any of the dire wolves bite him, he had a machete in one hand and a dagger in the other.

Every blow must have a tangible effect. The easiest to hit is actually the back of the dire wolf's neck, but that is the part of the dire that it has the tightest defense, the least effective point of attack. The weak points of the dire wolf are the throat and lower abdomen, but these two places are well hidden by it.

However, after the dire wolf opened its mouth, it was equivalent to opening up a convenient passage. The dagger held in Zhao Mai's left hand was more than a foot long, and it was accurately pierced into the wolf's mouth, and the wrist was stirred in a small area, and the tip of the dagger turned in a terrible circle. The soft throat was torn open from the inside, and the blood was not stopping. Zhao Mai drew his dagger back, aiming at the next beast that dared to open its mouth.

The dire wolf that wounds its throat does not die immediately, it staggers, coughing up blood while suffocating with its own blood blocking its trachea. Before it falls, it will block the Dire Wolf charging from behind, causing the entire attack rhythm to become chaotic. Zhao Mai took advantage of the cover, slashed and kicked with a knife, forced the dire wolf to open its mouth with pain, and then stabbed the dagger into it.

He attacked and let out a threatening cry. If it's a normal animal, you should be scared at this time. Dire wolves are indeed predators, but they can't compare to Beamon or the dragon, let alone Zhao Mai's status in the food chain. From the roar, the dire wolves could clearly feel Zhao Mai's ferocity and terrifyingness, but there was another power that blinded their natural nature.

The dark forces of evil have made them angry, mad and hateful, and the forces of nature that have kept them alive and evolved for so long have been suppressed. The death of a companion only provokes a greater desire to fight the dire wolf. Zhao Mai saw that the wolves' eyes were congested, and the pulsating heart accelerated to let the blood flow at high speed, bringing the body greater exercise ability. Despite the thick fur, Zhao Mai could still feel the heat of the blood flow.

This unnatural phenomenon exposes more weaknesses to the dire wolf. Zhao Mai's machete pinpointed the main blood vessels, whether it was cutting or hooking, it could cause heavy bleeding. The paralyzed dire wolf will die after a while, and Zhao Mai hopes that this tragic scene will continue to strengthen his intimidation power.

It is always necessary to overshadow the dark power of the other party in order to let this group of dire wolves know that they are afraid. Zhao Mai also hopes that the escaped dire wolf will help him find the goblin lair, or at least mark the danger along the way. If this is not done, then the dire wolf will only end up being slaughtered.

No matter which direction the dire wolf pounced on, it couldn't escape Zhao Mai's perception. The spinning black machete never stops, always appearing where it is needed most. Zhao Mai did not use the combat methods taught by Ranger Carl, but used Logan's fighting skills. More savage, more primitive, like a beast of prey. The goblins peeped from afar, unable to see any rules, only a terrifying battle instinct like a beast.

"Can there be such a thing among orcs?" The goblin's withered fingers hovered over an obsidian ball, their sharp nails just inches away from the orb, shaking but never touching. Only the evil dark forces connect his hands and the obsidian balls.

A white cloud rolled in the center of the ball, and nothing could be seen with the naked eye, only with telepathic induction, with spells. Through the obsidian ball, the goblin clearly saw Zhao Mai's tumbling blade, an efficient and terrifying killing machine, stepping on a pool of blood to kill through the wolves. Although he knew that he was hundreds of miles away, the murderous aura still penetrated the sky, and passed from the obsidian ball to the goblin.

In a trance, the black-footed orcs stepped on layers of corpses and walked all the way to the Blackstone Fortress. Whether it's the dire wolf, the gargoyle, or the brainwashed "free slaves", they all die under the wielding blade. No one can get a clean death, the wails of pain are layered, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, like a tsunami, like an avalanche, and the earth is constantly squeezing into the middle, to bury the goblins.

His shriveled body was no longer sweating, only glue-thick blood seeping out of his pores and slowly sliding down deep wrinkles. He couldn't get rid of the vision in front of him, and the fear of dying gripped his heart tightly. The orc machete was blazing, the orc dagger was icy and piercing, each of them was a terrible weapon capable of killing people. He saw himself wielding his staff, and every spell, no matter how powerful, was mercilessly bounced off by the two weapons.

The death of ice and fire was getting closer and closer to him, as if he had broken through the door and rushed into the hall. The goblin exclaimed, and his hand bounced off the obsidian ball. He slumped to the ground, his staff slamming beside him.

"Gotta kill him, kill him!" the goblin shouted hysterically, and the voice echoed through the empty steel hall, turning into bursts of "he, he, he, he......" obsidian balls can foresee the future, and there is no mistake every time. But as long as there is enough mana, the future is not impossible!The goblin reached out and grabbed the staff, and then he felt warmth and strength. He slowly got up and regained his self-confidence.

"Blackfoot, you're just a local challenge!, like the previous ones, you're going to be my stepping stone in the end!" he said viciously, drawing strength from his words. The will of the dark world burned like a flame in him, and he couldn't see or feel it at all. "I don't have to worry about him, I can control him and let him be my help. Just ......"

"In a little while, I will receive my own Ring of Power, a truly powerful Ring of Domination. Mordor will gradually fall under my rule, Demon King Sauron, who is just a quasi-god who is barely able to breathe, he doesn't even have the body to stand on the ground!" In fact, the goblin also staggered and barely stood, hunched over without the slightest momentum, but he still felt that he was standing on the top of the clouds overlooking the earth. "Blackfoot, your flesh is so strong. Not bad, not bad...... I'm starting to get hungry again. ”

His mind was already a little confused, and his mind was jumping so fast. However, the dark power of the goblins retreated into the fortress of heavy intimidation, and began to prepare for the next sortie. The dire wolves who were far away on the battlefield began to gradually wake up, or gradually return to their nature. The terrible orc butcher, the tragic scene of rivers of blood, finally stimulated their nerves.

"WAAAGH!" Zhao Mai let out another roar, which was echoed by all the orcs. The wails of the dire wolves became the signal for retreat. Zhao Mai snorted coldly, confirmed that there were no surveillance eyes around, and casually threw out a Z worm larvae and burrowed under the skin of the dire wolf.

The next thing is to wait.