Zhao Mai, who was made a trick, calmed down, he knew very well that impulsiveness could not help him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The other party's red eyes and swollen muscles are likely to be a violent effect. For some reason, the power of the rage lasted for a long time, much longer than he had expected.

It only later did he realize that Soru was definitely not completely berserk, or just a state of imitation rage. Learning to rage and then becoming a barbarian also depends on talent, not that a furious crown is considered berserk. At that time, he was a little too cautious in the battle, overestimating Soru's strength.

Since he had the idea of overthrowing the half-orcs in his heart, Zhao Mai immediately set about acting. For the first time in the entire battle, he stepped forward on his own initiative, relying on the cover of his shield to close the distance between him and the orcs. The short spear rested on the side of the shield, the tip of the spear turning slowly, but never leaving the range of Soru's body. He imitated the posture of the three hundred Spartan warriors in the movie, and slowly approached Soru in a bent and slightly squatting posture.

"It's useless, you come!" Zhao Mai originally wanted to say something like "stupid come and die", but his lingua franca was too scarce. You can only use such a simple sentence, but you should be able to make your meaning clear, right?

The raging orcs couldn't stand the stimulation, and rushed up with a loud shout. Zhao Mai also rushed forward at the right time, and slammed his shield against Suolu.

The spare tire shield absorbed all the impact, but it didn't mean that Zhao Mai could overturn everything in front of him, he still needed enough arm strength to lift Solu up. So Zhao Mai bent down in an instant, making his back arched, and then used his shield on the plane, using the strength of his legs to lift Solu up for the second time, and threw it behind him.

His short spear jerked back and hit the half-orc's waist hard, which happened to be the same place where the half-orc hit Zhao Mai with his double blades. Solu howled, kicked in the ass in a panic, and threw Zhao Mai to a stumble.

"Bastard!" Soru blurted out, flipped up from the ground and struck. Zhao Mai was not to be outdone, and said "unsmart eggs" in the lingua franca.

Soru's lingua franca quickly ran out, and orc words blurted out. Karl wouldn't let him speak orc language, believing it to be a savage, primitive and evil language. As soon as Solu was in a hurry, he forgot about it, and all kinds of foul words and spitting stars flying all over the sky flew towards Zhao Mai.

With the help of the cheating power of the spare tire shield, he barely fought a draw in his hand, but he couldn't lose in words. Zhao Mai's lingua franca is not even enough for everyday life, and there is not enough ammunition to scold the street. Although he didn't understand orc language, he intuitively knew that Soru had changed his language, so he was unceremonious.

No language is as profound as Chinese, no matter what the occasion.

His momentum suddenly overwhelmed the orcs, and he became more comfortable both offensively and defensively. The exact scolding words and the hideous tone helped Zhao Mai find the rhythm of the battle between the tone and the frustration. Rhythm is actually a kind of coordination, a way for the body to become familiar and better controlled, and to exert its latent strength. Many boxers wear headphones to listen to music before they get on the field, and that's one way to get the rhythm. Zhao Mai's rhythm is hidden in the national scolding, or it just fits in with it.

If Solu can calm down, he will soon be able to spot the weakness of Zhao Mai's shield. All the impact force has no effect, but if you grab the shield with your hand and move it to the side, it will become a simple contest between the two people, and Zhao Mai will definitely lose badly. But he kept attacking his shield as if he were a tendon, as if he would not give up until he smashed this eye-catching thing! The wooden knife in his hand was not very useful, so he actually pulled a two-meter-long trunk from the pyre and swung it as a huge wooden stick.

Zhao Mai raised his spare tire shield to meet the attack, and the wooden stick exploded in the air. A severed log spun and stabbed into Soru's right eye. A wail erupted, blood splattered, and Soru threw down his blood-stained stick and clutched his right face and shouted. Zhao Mai was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly dropped his weapon and stepped forward to check. Shields and short spears were tossed aside, and sympathy surged up.

Before the concern arrived, the orc became more and more vicious, and a punch sneaked into Zhao Mai's abdomen, knocking his internal organs out of place. Immediately afterwards, the half-orc grabbed Zhao Mai's neck with both hands and slammed it into the middle.

Zhao Mai was knocked to the ground, pressed by Solu on his body, choked by his neck, and blood and air could not circulate. His vision was blurring, and he was almost unable to see the ugly face of the orc. The reserve rushed up and bit the orc's ankle with all his might, but the pain caused by the milk tooth was forcibly endured by Soru.

"Mutated human cub, how dare you hurt me? Do you think I can't kill you without Carl's care? It's still early enough for me to take you to the pit. The jungle is mine, it's all mine!"

Zhao Mai's momentary kindness was actually exchanged for this result, in addition to his neck, his lower abdomen was also slammed by Solu with his knee. The threat of death came to my heart, but no matter how fast my heart beats, it can't carry blood to the brain. The only remaining consciousness he had knew he had only a few seconds left at most, after which he was no longer powerless to fight back. At this time, no matter how panicked you are, you can't waste your energy on random struggles.

Mount Tai collapses in front and does not change color, elk is on the left and does not look instantaneous, and then it can control the interests and harms, and can treat the enemy. The more critical it is, the more there is only one chance, the more calm you must be, and you can't waste it because of panic. Zhao Mai raised his right hand and touched the face of the half-orc, and then with full strength, he bent his fingers and violently inserted the middle index finger of his left hand into the wound of Sauron's right eye.

His counterattack was swift and bursting, and his left hand continued to stab in and out multiple times. No one could bear the pain, and the brain's perception of the danger at close range forced the orcs to retreat. The trachea and blood vessels in Zhao Mai's neck regained their function, and oxygen and blood rushed up, which also brought a feeling of dizziness. He could only see the approximate location of the orcs in a trance. As his hand touched the ground, he came into contact with a long, slender object with a tip, most likely a fragment of a broken wooden stick.

Since he already has a plan to kill himself, then he can't leave this enemy behind, otherwise it will be difficult to live day and night. Zhao Mai didn't have much combat experience, but he also learned the spirit of Lei Feng in elementary school, in which "treat the enemy as cruel and ruthless as a harsh winter".

He lunged up and tried to stab the weapon in his hand into Soru's heart, but he overestimated his physical fitness, and the lack of oxygen and the heavy blow to his abdomen made it difficult for him to continue, and the charge turned into a stagger. The tougher orcs are completely blind in one eye, but they can still swing their fists. Zhao Mai watched the other party's fists get bigger and bigger, but his own arm couldn't be raised.

A ruthless energy burst out from the depths of his heart, and he couldn't make his opponent feel better if he was not happy! He did not harm others, but he had only one means of desperately trying to harm those who wanted to harm himself. He gritted his teeth, avoided the side, and chose to hit his fist with his forehead, then plunged the wooden spike into the inside of Soru's thigh as he leaned over. There should be a large artery here, and you will die after five minutes of bleeding.

Zhao Mai vaguely heard the reserve food screaming before he was dizzy, and his body may have been kicked a few more times, and then he didn't know anything.