The tremors of the ground grew more and more violent, and even the dullest ogre, Will, noticed it. He hurriedly dropped the raw ore bag he was carrying, clutched the already tattered steel shield, and looked at the valley vigilantly.

This steel shield was the finest piece of equipment ever built for the trip to the Sandface Mountains, and the only one that could fully defend against Beamon's claws. The diameter of the shield is one and a half meters, and the thickness of the curved shield is seven inches at the thickest point, although it has been designed by dwarven craftsmen to reduce the weight as much as possible while ensuring quality, but it still weighs a thousand catties, and even the ogre must raise both hands at the same time to wield it freely. The hardness and strength of the steel specially treated by the blacksmiths of Orfo can be used to make excellent weapons, the shield surface is just the right curvature to remove a considerable part of the impact, and the grip behind the shield is inlaid with a valuable magic gem to increase the strength and toughness. In some ways, it was no longer a shield, but a shrunken and refined wall.

But now this armor, which is absolutely second to none in the mainland in terms of weight and defensive performance, looks distorted and deformed, and if you don't look closely, you think it's a ball of scrap steel. During this time, the shield had to resist Beamon's claws every day, and every contact and collision caused the shield surface to sink and deform, all because of the extraordinary toughness and strength of the shield to survive until now.

The wind is getting lighter. You can hear the concussions slowly getting louder and louder in the air. Despite his huge body, Beamon is no less fast than any creature on the continent, and his reflexes and movements are as agile as werewolves. This is also the reason why Asa does not dare to hope that he can escape by escaping.

Lizardman West also put down his ore pocket, took out his steel crossbow, and loaded it with the last of his highly poisonous magic bolts. Jumped on a bump on a cliff next to it.

The poison on that magic crossbow arrow was refined by Cedros himself, but the poison on this arrow could already kill a hundred horses. But even if it is so poisonous, it is of limited effect to a monster like Beamon, whose physique is probably the strongest on the continent. And the weak magic that had been carefully attached to it also proved to be a futile effort during this time. All the creatures that live in the valley are affected by the fluctuations of magic in their environment, and except for the white magic that drives and affects their own life force, all other curse-type additional magic is almost completely ineffective.

Altyn and Lucan's ears straightened, and they continued to catch the dull rumbling footsteps in the air, and the tendons of their flails were raised. The overtension made them grin and let out a low roar, baring their sharp teeth.

Luken shouted to Asa in a voice as calm and restrained as he could, "North by northeast, there are still three thousand meters, and in about half a minute we will come out of the cliff over there." ”

Asa nodded, holding the knife in his right hand and the scroll of paralysis in his left hand, and said to the two werewolves, "Drop your weapons." He also lost his armor. Don't attack later, just dodge. ”

The two werewolves froze. No werewolf will retreat in the face of a battle that is so disparity, not to mention that they are considered the strongest warriors in the clan. Such words are simply the greatest insult to them.

"Drop your weapons, take off your armor, hurry. Asa repeated lightly.

Lucan was the first to drop his weapon, and then silently took off his leather armor. Altyn was stunned, and with a long sigh in a strange tone, he also threw away his weapon and armor.

The werewolf's comprehensive combat power can be vividly reflected when dealing with the gray bag beast and the eagle owl, but Beamon is a completely different matter. Even in front of an ordinary Beamon, their weapons that were nightmares for ordinary humans would not do much harm. What's more, this is a giant beast with bigger fur and thicker muscles. It's better to get out of the way than to go up and tickle him. Even the ogre's heavy armor was shattered in one blow under Beamon's claws, and the only effect of the other armor was to hinder dodging.

Asa commanded the corpse golem to place the ogre Crolin, who had been unconscious from her injuries, into a nearby crevice in the rock, and then jumped on top of it himself. This puppet corpse is just an ordinary Beamon, and it is already in tatters, and it does not dare to expect it to be able to withstand the blow of a giant beast, and its role is to try to hit the giant beast as hard as possible when the paralysis scroll is in effect, creating opportunities and time for Asa.

Assamer recited the incantation, turned the knife upside down on his hand, cut a wound, and pressed the knife to it.

The wound was neither small nor shallow, but there was no blood coming out at all. All the blood disappeared as soon as it touched the knife, and even the flesh on the wound turned pale and shrunk. The originally black and inconspicuous knife began to have a dark red light and shadow flowing on it.

Asa's face turned pale. It was the first time he had used such a method of self-harm. Sandru had warned him that while this would temporarily increase the special effects and power of the sword, it would also be dangerous to spell back and damage to the body, and this method would be a double-edged sword that should never be used until it was in a critical moment.

Small rocks kept falling from the cliffs on both sides, as if the whole earth had been shaken by this huge monster that had not yet appeared. Luken's face became more and more ugly, and he yelled at Asa: "Be careful, this thing is at least ten meters tall." I saw it right away. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge figure turned out from the cliff more than a mile away. It was a huge body that far exceeded its kind, and all the fur including the claws was grayish-white, and it was ten meters tall, almost the same width and thickness as its height, and it was simply a moving mountain of meat. The blood basin mouth that occupies half of the head can swallow a cow in one bite, and the sharp teeth in the mouth are completely a bunch of long swords densely inserted together, and the two protruding canine teeth are more than a meter long. Limbs that are dozens of times thicker than gorillas, and the nails that grow on thick palms are the most terrifying weapons on the mainland, each of which is in the shape of a sharp scimitar with an inverted blade, and the shortest is two meters long. The destructive power exerted by these terrifying natural two-handed greatswords under a more terrifying power than Meng was by no match for any human weapon.

The beast finally saw its prey and let out an earth-shattering roar, and the fresh smell of ogres and werewolves sparked it at the nearby rock wall with one claw, and the granite was immediately crumbled like crispy bread. Then it sprang toward it with its short, thick legs, saliva dripping from its mouth.

The distance of more than a mile was rapidly shortened by the footsteps of the giant beast. As it approached the ground, the trembling grew stronger, and the entire valley mouth was filled with the sound of footsteps shaking the mountain.

Only West couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The lizardmen's faces have few muscles to express emotions. While the others, everyone's expressions twitched slightly, including Asa. No matter what kind of warrior he is, it is impossible for him to have any fierce courage and fighting spirit when he sees such a behemoth monster rushing towards him with such might, and even ignore the huge minions, but the weight of hundreds of thousands of catties can crush anyone into a meatloaf even if he is pressed.

Werewolf Luken's ears, which had been drooping, suddenly stood up again, and he carefully tilted his head sideways, then knelt down and pressed his ears to the ground. It seemed that he couldn't hear the footsteps even his body clearly.

Everyone saw Lucan's move, but there was no time to think about why he did it. Everyone was watching as the Beamon Behemoth approached at a rapid pace. The huge body felt more and more irresistible pressure, and even the tall and majestic ogre looked like a short, filthy goblin in front of the body.

Lying on the ground, Lucan bounced as if a knife had been stuck in his ear. Nervousness and fear made his face look hideous, and he turned his head and snarled at Asa. His voice was barely audible in the deafening footsteps, but it was audible to everyone. "There was another one, in the same direction, two kilometers away. ”

"What?" Asa shook, nearly falling off the corpse golem.

Because of the barrenness of the Sandface Mountains and the huge appetite of Beamon, these trolls often have to kill and devour each other due to lack of food, and their own kind is the only natural enemy. No amount of food will make Beamon overlook a fellow who might be coming for him. The only possibility is that these two Beamon are companions in some sense, this is their common territory. In other words, they need to deal with two Beamon.

The giant beast in front of them was only a hundred meters away from them. A low roar and footsteps rolled from the jaws of the blood basin, and the earth was overwhelming.

The ogre let out a roar that seemed to be against the footsteps, and waved his shield to rush forward. Alkin's eyes also began to become bloodshot. It's just that they don't know if they can deal with the giant beast in front of them, and the two of them can be said to be certain to die. The fear of death has inspired the bestiality in the depths of their souls, and the extreme fear has been transformed into incomparable fighting spirit and courage, and they are already on the verge of madness.

"Calm. Asa roared with all the strength he almost tore his vocal cords apart.

The feeling of fear and fighting spirit stirring wildly in his soul was familiar to him, and he knew what the orcs would do. However, no matter how strong the fighting spirit and how great the courage is, it will not fill the gap in absolute strength. Their cowardly escape and heroic head-on rush will all have the same result, death.

Asa hadn't forgotten the look on Sedlos when he handed over this elite group of orcs to himself. He is now their leader, and he has a responsibility to command them, and he has a responsibility to take responsibility. So he's sober.

The orcs all paused when they heard Asa's voice, and during this time they all had full awareness and trust in the abilities of this human.

Asa reversed the knife and chanted the incantation again. This time he cut his wrist at himself. The arteries snapped and blood gushed out, but when it touched the blade, it was like a sponge. The dark red light and shadow on the knife became thicker and thicker, and the knife began to tremble slightly on its own, as if a blood shadow was about to break through the air at any time. The spell condensed in the air into a vague magic symbol, and it was borne on the sword.

The corpse golem silently began and hedged towards the beast that was almost twice its size.

The knife leaves the wrist. Asa only felt cold in his hands and feet, and the mana in his body was empty.

It's a pity that Sandru can't see it. If he could see the situation here, he would definitely be angry and scolded. Because Asa no longer used a double-edged sword, but simply stabbed himself half to death with a single sword.

Man is half dead, but the knife in his hand seems to have life. A faint humming sound began to ring from the blade, a sound that sounded small, but pierced through Beamon's earth-shattering footsteps and roar like a tightrope.

The corpse golem and the behemoth had rushed together. The moment the beast raised its claws, Asa unfurled the scroll. A burst of colorful magical light instantly shone around the giant beast, and the giant beast's movements suddenly stiffened.

Asa secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the white magic still worked against the troll. The rest is easy to do.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the corpse golem plunged headlong into the beast's arms, and the claws of both hands pierced into its chest and abdomen. But it was definitely not a fatal injury, the beast was just too big, too strong. And the white fur was far tougher than the other Beamons, and the two claws didn't pierce too deeply.

But that's what Asa intended. Because he had to face the next second Beamon, he couldn't kill the giant beast directly. He jumped from the top of the golem's head onto the beast's head and neck, and shouted to the lizardmen, who were taking advantage of the opportunity to aim at the beast's eyes, "Don't let the arrows go." Try to delay the other one. ”

The orcs were stunned. But Asa didn't think twice about what they were going to do to delay the perhaps equally gigantic beast, and he only had time to shout and add another order: "And the most important thing is that the exit is ahead, everyone must not die." ”

Another Beamon appeared in the orc's sight at this time, and this was another adult Beamon beast that was almost identical to this one, appearing in the same direction, and rushing towards this place at the same speed.

Stepping on the giant beast, the gray coarse hair actually pierced the soles of his feet like steel needles through the cowhide boots. The pain in his heart lifted Assa's spirits from the excessive blood loss, and Asa raised his knife and stabbed it, and the dark red knife easily and silently pierced the beast's neck. Even Beamon's claws could not be broken at will, and the fur was like rotten leather under this knife. Asa shoved the hilt of the knife into Beamon's body almost with both hands.

You can feel the knife cut through the fur and muscles, digging into the vessels the size of a bucket. But there was no blood spurted out like a torrent, not even a trace of blood and the smell of it. Asa only felt the knife in his hand screaming, hissing, and the blood and magic he carried on the knife were running wildly to become one with Beamon's blood and life force.

The potency of this top-tier scroll only lasted a little over a second. A roar that could reverberate throughout the Sandface Mountains came from Beamon's jaw, and not only the two werewolves, but even the ogres dropped their shields to cover their ears. The Beamon beast finally regained its mobility, but instead of paying attention to the corpse puppet that was clawing at its chest, its two giant claws changed direction and slammed into Asa around its neck, as if it was too desperate to grab its own neck together.

The corpse golem leaped on the spot, its two claws grabbing the giant claws of the giant beast. The claws were dragged downward, and two nails larger than Asa's body grazed his head with a loud bang, but he couldn't hear it anymore. The roar of the beast in his ears had made his ears no longer hear, and he could only feel warm blood flowing outward, even under his nose and under his eyes. He felt that even the cerebral marrow and flesh in his head were almost shocked into a pot of rotten bean dregs, and he almost had to use all his strength to ensure that he did not faint.

The golem's two claws were deeply embedded in the beast's forearms, and then it didn't move at all. This action had exploded all the remaining energy in the corpse puppet, and now the broken body of Beamon had become a strange chain that bound the claws of the giant beast.

Asa manipulated the corpse golem to make one last move, gripping the hilt of the knife with both hands. He could feel the unimaginable life force surging under his own hands in the beast, and he wanted to grab it.

The Behemoth Beamon howled, flailing its forearms frantically to scratch at the tiny ant-like creature hanging from its neck. Although there was only a slight injury, some strange sensation emanating from there made him instinctively sense the danger he had never seen before. But the corpse golem was already firmly attached to its arms, the end of its claws snapped into the cracks in the bones, and the harder he pressed, the more he felt the pain digging into the marrow. He twisted his stubby neck desperately and opened his huge mouth, but even if he could smell the scent of the little ant clearly, he couldn't bite it. So it began to throb like crazy, slamming itself against the rock wall. But no matter how much it struggled, the man hanging around his neck did not move. Slowly, the beast's movements began to slow down.

The foul-smelling wind exhaled by the giant beast and the saliva thrown out by twisting its head and neck were thrown all over his body, but Asa didn't feel it at all, his spirit was already connected with the blood on the knife in his hand, he could already feel that the life of this Beamon had begun to weaken, and his only thought now was to pull out the knife again.

At this time, the orcs also met the second Beamon beast that rushed over, as Asa had said. They really don't know how to stop and delay this one, but they have to go.

The ogre let out a roar of rage, raising his shield and charging at the Beamon. It's just that his originally majestic body has not yet reached Beamon's waist, and it looks like a child who has just learned to walk is desperately rushing towards a big man holding a murder weapon with a toy weapon, making this bravery a little funny and tragic. Although he is indeed the most likely person here to be able to block and withstand one of Beamon's attacks. But he is most likely, in fact, there is only a little hope that is almost invisible above the complete impossibility.

The lizardman Vest didn't make any excited sounds or movements, silently holding a steel crossbow and jumping towards the Beamon beast. Even a crossbow bolt that could shoot into a steel plate was not guaranteed to pass through Beamon's fur, and the only two places that would work were the eyes, and the mouth. And to shoot the eyes that are disproportionately small to the skull and the mouth covered by sharp teeth, you have to be very close, and maybe jump on Beamon like Asa. As for whether he had that kind of chance and luck under Beamon's claws, it's hard to say.

Altyn's roar was even louder and wilder than Weir's. He picked up the weapon he had dropped on the ground and rushed with the ogre. Even if he couldn't hurt or hinder him, he couldn't stand still. Even with his own teeth and claws, he did his best to delay the monster as Asa commanded. The last order that Asa had just added just now made his blood and fighting spirit completely boil, and he made up his mind that he could fight for the slightest more opportunity for his other companions, even if it was torn to pieces and trampled into pulp.

Only Lucan's actions were different from theirs. He suddenly turned and ran towards the Beamon, who was carrying Asa as he staggered and slammed against the cliff face.

He dodged Beamon's massive footsteps and threw himself to the ground and grabbed something. As he picked it up, Beamon's feet, which could turn him into a puddle of flesh, struck him in the tail, and he let out a scream that was clear to Beamon's roar. And Beamon didn't mention it again after he fell, and he stepped on him alive and fixed there. He screamed and struggled, leaving his tail at Beamon's feet.

Escaping from under Beamon's body, Lucan pulled the pick up with both hands. It was the remaining 'Flame Bomb' on Asa's body, which had just fallen from Beamon's struggle.

As the scroll unfolded, a dazzling ball of light appeared in Lucan's hand. No one could see the size of the ball of light, and the other orcs on the run had to instinctively cover their eyes. It was almost a small sun that had been pulled into the mortal world, and everyone could only vaguely perceive that the dazzling light and shadow flew in a straight line, and then a scorching heat wave swept over.

The sound of the explosion was not earth-shattering, it was just a small sound similar to the fire bolt of an ordinary magician, which was too disproportionate to the dazzling brilliance, but the howl of the Behemoth shook the entire valley mouth.

In the face of the dazzling light, Beamon instinctively raised his two claws to cover his eyes, so that all the hair on its head and face were blackened, and the huge claws and two palms that were obscured in front of it were gone, leaving only two half-charred arms and a completely charred slag.

After releasing the scroll, Lucan fell to the ground with black smoke all over his body, and all the body hair on his body was already fully scorched the moment the scroll was released.

This is probably one of the reasons why this scroll has survived. The power of this fire-based top-level attack magic is not in the explosion, but in the temperature. If it weren't for the magician himself, the moment the scorching ball of light transformed from the scroll would have baked the person using the scroll to a half-cooked finish.

The Behemoth of Beamon swung its half-blackened arm, and a roar of pain rolled out of the mouth. But only half a sound, and the rest was just a strange snoring. Lizardman West didn't miss the opportunity, he jumped into the air and raised the steel crossbow to pull the trigger, the poisonous bolt shooting through Beamon's mouth and into its throat.

But this Beamon did not fall. The arrow didn't go straight into Beamon's brain stem as West had imagined, and the toxin's effects were hard to exert on such a troll. Beamon's severed arm like a huge charcoal waved, and although it was not directly hit but only grazed, the lizardman in mid-air also flew out like straw and fell on the cliff. Then the half-dead Beamon continued to rush forward.

Together, Vir and Alkin slammed into Beamon's foot. With a loud bang, Beamon stumbled to the ground, but it immediately broke its arm and swung it out, and the ogre and werewolf flew out immediately. Then the Beamon immediately got up as fast as he could, and rushed towards his companion, who seemed to be unable to stand on his feet.

Suddenly, a thick smell of blood suddenly filled the entire valley, and then the sky was overwhelmingly red, and even the midday sun in the sky turned into a dazzling drop of blood.

Asa finally pulled the knife out of Beamon's body. As soon as the knife was drawn, a large area of blood light followed. This time, not only did he pull out the knife, but he also drained all the blood and essence in the body of this giant beast. Beamon, who had been struggling, immediately collapsed silently at this moment, and shrank like a leaky ball.

This piece of blood, which condensed all the vitality of the Beamon Behemoth, did not fall, but condensed on the knife like a part of the knife, emitting a bloody light and bloody smell that covered the entire valley mouth.

Asa raised his sword, and with great difficulty, lifted the huge blood color, and under this huge crimson his man was pale and small as an inconspicuous appendage. Even the beast that rushed at me seemed insignificant.

The blood condensed into a large, friendless knife along the shape of the knife. The color and smell greatly irritated the half-dead Beamon, and it roared, as if squeezing out all the remaining strength of its life, and rushed towards it with a sudden acceleration.

Asa also shouted loudly and slashed down. The blood-colored giant knife turned into a bright red curtain of light as he moved, filling the valley. Neither Beamon's roar nor his own voice could hear anything. The humming of the bright red light and the sound of the wind obscuring everything.

It was like a great red lightning bolt struck the valley, and the blood and gravel exploded into a hurricane that swept through, and the ground trembled, and the entire valley mouth seemed to be split in two by the sword.

The blood rain settled, and Beamon's body, which had been split in half from the middle, fell to the ground with a bang. In the direction of the knife, the blood sprayed paved a road, and a trench more than a mile long and more than a meter deep appeared on the hard rocky ground

After swinging the knife, Asa also collapsed to the ground like Beamon, as if the knife had also swung away his own blood and life.

The first to stand up was actually Luken, who was covered in darkness, and the heat was just a skin wound, and he was just fainted by the sudden heat in front of him. Then there's Ogreville, whose armor and sturdy body didn't hurt him too much. Alkin also only broke one hand and a few ribs, and the werewolf's agile reflexes and movements allowed him to resist and jump after taking advantage of the momentum at the last moment, without being knocked into a pulp by the charcoal-like giant arm. The lizardmen, on the other hand, have more broken bones, but that's nothing with their amazing resilience.

The orcs looked at the two neat pieces of Beamon's corpse on the ground, the guts that had been spilled, and the blood stains on the ground. The most important thing is that it is almost unimaginable that it is a ditch made by man, and there is only a look of horror and admiration in the eyes. In their impressions, it seemed that even General Gru could not have such incredible strength.

It was noon, and the wind had almost completely stopped. Within an hour, the narrowest part of the valley in front of you can be passed smoothly.

Alkin stepped forward to help Asa up with his fine arm, but found that he was completely unconscious, and his vitality was so weak that he seemed to be ready to take his last breath at any moment.

"What should I do, how can I save him?" asked Alkin anxiously to the others. During this time in the valley he had developed a respect, a real respect for this human being. Although he didn't know who this person really was, the calmness, reason, and strength he showed when he was the leader of this group all showed that this was a real strong man and warrior. And the sharing of life and death, as well as the last order he gave just now, also means that this is definitely a companion, a friend.

And both the strong and the friends are always worthy of respect, especially to those who live in battle.

Both Will and West shook their heads blankly and didn't speak, the special constitution of the race made them worse at medical treatment than anyone else.

All eyes were on Lucan. Although it is not clearly stated, he is the closest and most cooperative person with Asa when he is in the valley. His mind is also the best of all orcs, with a faint taste of vice-captain.

But Luken only looked down at Asa's face with strange eyes, and then turned to look at the corpses of the two Beamons. He looked very carefully, and walked over and struggled to turn over the three huge piles of meat. Then he came up to the others and said, "Leave him alone. Leave him here, let's go out first. ”

"What did you say?" Alkin didn't express surprise, but pricked up his ears, thinking he had just been shaken by Beamon's roar.

"We need to move fast. Lucan wiped the blackened fur off his body with both hands, and he was now a hairless werewolf, looking indescribably strange. "Such a big smell of blood will soon attract the other Beamon and Eagle Owl. ”