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The seemingly contradictory words "lifting weight" and lifting "weight" actually contain quite profound wisdom. In the large and small settlements around Zhao Mai, if they go to the conquest one by one, and carry out orc duels or siege battles one by one, then the whole thing will be dragged on for a long time. Not only did Zhao Mai feel very bored, but even the onlookers who followed Zhao Mai would lose their patience.

And for the orcs, there is no need to forcibly promote the division of labor, after all, the customs are different. The dictatorial, pyramid-structured line of command, coupled with the rigors of the task assessment, is already the limit of the orcs' understanding. Their wisdom is not focused on this, but is all embodied in battle.

"Chief, the situation ahead is very abnormal, I suggest stop and tidy up the trucks now, and I will go to investigate. An orc with big and small eyes came to Zhao Mai, and his huge nostrils opened and closed, looking strange but vivid.

Of course, Zhao Mai knew that there was a problem ahead, and his facial features were much stronger than those of orcs. The settlements that the dire wolves had attacked, the scattered orc corpses were now all transformed into ghouls. This is a nasty undead creature, and all warm-blooded creatures have the potential to be corrupted by evil forces and become ghouls after death. It can be seen as a dehydrated corpse with increased agility and strength, deformed and well-developed teeth and claws. They have an appetite and can eat the flesh of living creatures as well as the rotting corpses of dead creatures. It's not about survival, it's about maintaining one's ability to spread disease and produce toxins.

Ghouls are quite "dirty", but they basically have a copy of all the germs that can be found in corpses, garbage, and decaying environments. The plagues of all kinds are enough of a headache, and ghouls are always able to spread ghoul fever, and those who are recruited quickly become dehydrated and become ghoul-like in appearance. If you die while contracting this disease, you will become a new ghoul.

In addition to disease, ghouls have the ability to act more quickly: their claws transmit evil through wounds, allowing them to quickly paralyze their opponents and speed up the course of the fight. Ghouls' combat abilities are only average among the undead, but they have a strong ability to spread diseases and constantly expand in size, and if you don't pay attention, you can cause more and more trouble.

"You're right, there's something wrong up ahead. Zhao Mai patted the big and small eyes on the shoulder: "You go to reconnoiter and be careful of the ambush." Don't just watch out for the living, even the dead. Daryl, stop the convoy behind and prepare for defense. ”

"Defense, no problem, Chief!" Daryl did a backflip and jumped off Duschat's neck. Leave these things to him to do, and Zhao Mai can be much more leisurely.

The big and small eyes got the task of reconnoitring the enemy, and they were very proud, and they lowered their bodies with their spears and stepped forward. His large nose seemed to enhance his sense of smell, and although the ghoul was relatively "fresh" and didn't smell very strong, the wind still aroused his idea. Zhao Mai saw from a distance the three ghouls whose claws and teeth had not yet begun to mutate and protrude, and tried to ambush the big and small eyes under the cover of weeds.

"Have you all seen it now, that settlement has been breached by ghouls. Don't let those things go, or they'll be trouble. Zhao Mai raised the machete, pointed ahead and said, "Charge with me!"

There is no need to teach at all, the bloodline in the bones of the orcs has been fused with the wisdom of battle. Two or three orcs formed a small group, and the separation between the groups was widened, roughly forming the shape of a sharp arrow behind Zhao Mai. The members of each regiment always consciously carry out the combination of long and short weapons, and form a coordination of weapons in local battles, so as to achieve the goal of quickly solving the enemy. Daryl and four orcs with crossbows, under the cover of the team, seized the spot with good shooting range. It doesn't have to be the kind of commanding height that dominates the whole situation, as long as you can protect the charging orcs.

Tough orc death squads, or centurions and ten-captains, will always lead one of these groups to rush at the enemy. Whether it's the human spear forest, the dwarven shield wall, or the elven arrow rain, the orcs never fall into the wind.

Newborn ghouls don't take advantage of it. In fact, the battle was waged by the big and small eyes, who smelled the enemy and first looked back. When he saw the Blackfoot Leader and the orcs begin to advance, he knew that he had done a good job in luring out the enemy, and immediately changed from being a "meat bait" scout to a stormtrooper.

"The orcs will win!" roared the big and small eyes, and the ghoul knew that his whereabouts had been discovered, and immediately pounced forward. It's just that they have the aggressive nature of ghouls, but they haven't yet acquired a tough skin and sharp minions. They are weaker than they were when they were alive, and they are just ordinary orcs in the settlement who are not qualified to fight in the north.

Big and small eyes saw the trajectory of the ghoul's charge, and the spear stabbed out, hitting the enemy in the chest. Black blood was constantly spurting outward from the wound, which could cause illness, so the orcs hurriedly withdrew their weapons and dodged to the side. Only a crisp "click" was heard, and the spear that lacked proper maintenance broke the shaft, leaving only a piece of wood in the big and small eyes' hands.

He snorted, lifted a kick to the ghoul's waist, and kicked the spear in his chest to the side. Immediately afterward, he threw the half-cut shaft of his spear at the second ghoul, then pulled the dagger from his waist. He was too focused on the enemy in front of him to see the third one that pounced on the side.

I felt a whistling wind blow over my ears, and then there was a crackling sound. Zhao Mai threw the orc machete from afar, directly severing the ghoul's neck, and then plunged deep into the dirt. Psychic remote control gave Zhao Mai the ability to correct the flight trajectory of the long knife, and this accurate and powerful blow greatly boosted the morale of the orcs.

"The orcs will win!"

Zhao Mai snorted, feeling that this slogan was too ordinary, so he slapped his chest hard and roared: "WAAAGH!"

The other orcs were stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that this slogan had a powerful force, and it seemed to make their blood boil. A desolate primal impulse swelled in their chests and abdomen, and they waved "smash", "chop" and "stab" in their hands, shouting presumptuously: "WAAAGH!"

Facing the ghouls, he heard the battle cry, and only felt that there was an erupting volcano behind him, and the magma of the end was scattered in all directions, and he was an invincible warrior, an unstoppable force. He roared, "WAAAGH!" Holding the dagger high above his head with both hands, he leaped to his feet and pounced on the ghoul with the overwhelming force of Tarzan. The dagger pierced the skull, burrowed through the middle of the ghoul's head, and then out of the back of the head, killing him with a single blow.

Zhao Mai strode over, pulled out the machete from the ground, strengthened the natural force, and let himself exude abundant vitality. The ghouls felt the excitement and drooled and charged together. Greedy for flesh and blood, they are like moths to a fire, only attacking and attacking, not running away.

This is exactly what Zhao Mai intended.

“WAAAGH！”