The dinosaur pack was surrounded by black pressure, like a tide, like a locust. Each dire wolf www.biquge.info about two meters long, with a huge and protruding jaw, upturned fangs, and a thick, tough crust covering from the top of the head to the back of the neck. Under the influence of the dark forces, some dire wolves have scaly-like crusts covered in layers of shellfish, while their claws and teeth are sharper.

Orcs love war, but they are not fearless. The orcs in the house looked out of the cracks in the windows and walls, and the heavy pressure of the dire wolves made them despair. "It's dead, we're going to feed the wolves!"

The first cry came from inside the room and reached Duschat's ears through the door. The tall orc stomped his foot violently, and the iron boots hit the ground with a loud bang: "Shut up! I'm still here, the leader hasn't fallen yet, whoever dares to cry and be discouraged, I'm sure I'll pull her head off!"

Daryl and a few orcs crouched on the roof. It's also not safe here, and the dire wolves may rush up as long as they step up their run. With so many beasts, there are definitely not enough crossbow arrows, and they can't be wasted on miscellaneous soldiers. "Give me the crossbow arrows, and I'll shoot the leader of the Direwolves. ”

"Why do you want to give it to you, orc! you ......" Before the orc could finish his words, an arrow had been shot into his mouth, straight into his brain. Daryl reached out and grabbed the orc's collar to prevent the corpse from rolling off the roof, then removed the bolt from its body and placed it at his feet.

"Just attack those dire wolves that rush up, don't be dragged down. He reloaded his crossbow, and this time there was no one to refute it. He collected more than forty crossbow bolts, which was basically the limit of his shooting. Even if he still had a lot of arm strength, the crossbow would have to fall apart.

Zhao Mai pretended to complete the "prayer ceremony", stood up with a machete, and greeted the tide of dire wolves on the front of the house. Unexpectedly, the dire wolf stopped about ten steps away from the house, baring his teeth in a threatening posture. After a while, a black cloud appeared from the ground out of thin air, spraying into the sky, and then a goblin who "looked like a dead man" came out of it.

No matter how you look at it, this goblin is only half a second away from breathing. His body had withered, the eaux-de-vie had vanished—oh, like a ghoul—and the rubbery membrane covered the angular bones, and the muscles didn't seem to have swelled veins, which were blue and black, as if they had solidified. A pair of eyes were almost covered with cataracts, and only a black dot the size of a grain of rice remained in the center.

The goblin was holding a thick, long cane, topped in gold, with a large sapphire inlaid in an intricate pattern. He stood there, the dark power of his body pouring out like a fountain, bringing an evil aura to the land around him. But the goblins didn't really stand there, everything was just a phantom.

Zhao Mai can distinguish the authenticity, but the "orc black foot" is logically indistinguishable. "Goblins, you lowly creatures are worthy of commanding wolves, get over here and surrender, I, Mordor Blackfoot, will do my best to give you the job of a pen keeper. ”

The goblin snorted, "You're Mordor Blackfoot, I've heard your name, and I'm about to look for you." You have a more important mission and should serve me. Come on...... Come on......"

The goblin let out a whining sound, a piercing sound mixed with evil power enveloping Zhao Mai. CONTROL THE MIND, WHY DOESN'T THE EVIL GUY HAVE NEW TRICKS? ZHAO MAI ROARED ANGRILY, "WAAAGH!" AND INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR THE EVIL FORCE TO COME, HE RUSHED FORWARD BY HIMSELF.

The huge roar formed a visible sound, and more than a hundred dire wolves took a step back in unison, and the dark power was also stagnant. Zhao Mai's steps became harder and harder the farther and farther, and after four steps, he had already crossed a distance of sixteen or seventeen meters. The black, wide paws of its feet stepped on the face of a dire wolf, and it didn't even have a chance to react, its whole head had been stepped into the dirt, and it had become a puddle of sticky gum that smelled of blood. Zhao Mai took advantage of his strength to soar into the air, the machete in his hand burned with purple-black flames, and an equally powerful evil dark force attached to it, directly rushing towards the shriveled figure of the goblin.

The goblin's little black bean's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't know if it was excitement or horror, anyway, the skin on his face was too shriveled to make a normal expression. Two dark forces collide head-on, each trying to overcome and dominate the other. The evil of the orcs depends on courage and berserk combat effectiveness, and the goblins are originally a subordinate race. Perhaps the skills of the two traversers are high and low with each other, but the will of the world still follows Alda's rules of beastfighting: orcs eat goblins.

Zhao Mai slashed down and cut the goblin's figure into two sections. Although this is an illusion, the collision of forces still caused a lot of losses to the goblins, and the dark force quickly retreated. Blackfoot looked at the machete without any bloodstains in a daze, while Zhao Mai was paying attention to the direction of the goblin force's retreat.

That guy must have some kind of treasure that can increase the cast range!The dark aura rose and disappeared into the void. From the same place, the goblin then gave the order to attack the Direwolf. In just a few words, Zhao Mai already roughly knew the general direction of the goblin.

It is still a long way to the east, at least five hundred miles. No matter what he used, it must be an unusual and extraordinary treasure, a quantum communication satellite of the magical world. Zhao Mai stepped on the position of the goblin phantom a few times, roared angrily twice, played the scene to the fullest, and then began to face the siege of the dire wolf.

It wasn't him the first to kill the enemy! Big Eye snatched a ghoul's blood, and this time it was Darryl who snatched a direwolf's blood. While the wolves were still in place, Daryl took careful aim and accurately hit a fierce dire wolf that had grown scale armor, and the crossbow bolt shot directly into its brain through the side ear hole.

He fired continuously, but this time the Dire Wolf began to charge, his crossbow bolt blocked by the scale armor on his head and neck, and flew away with a spark projectile. "Damn!" he reloads as fast as he can, trying to shoot as many rounds as he can.

Douschat shielded one side of his body with a spinning meteor hammer on the other. This is a weapon processed by Zhao Mai himself, don't look inconspicuous in appearance, it looks like a cheap product, but in fact it is a very strong and durable good thing. The dwarves pride themselves on their weaponry, armor forging, but this is actually the level of this meteor hammer. Dusaud didn't have any rules, he just remembered to stand on his feet and then round up. Even if Dusaud has never hit any of the opponents he wants to fight, but the enemy density is too high, at least every time he has been killed. His strength wielded the meteor hammer, and he really died when he touched it, and he was injured when he rubbed it.

Daryl pointed wherever he was pointed, Dusart was pointed at wherever he was pointed, and the orcs chanting the slogan "WAAAGH!" kept fighting back with spears, machetes, and maces, and actually blocked the first wave of the Dire Wolf's strongest attack.

Then it's time for Zhao Mai to fight back.