Shellt grabbed his sword and charged with subtle steps. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "A mere orc. He thought to himself. For Sheldt, no matter how brutal the orc dressed, he was just a slave who could wield weapons with brute force, and at best he was a little more powerful than the other orcs. In a few rounds, he will be able to put the sword on the neck of the mysterious man.

But his light enemy almost killed him. The orc swung his weapon at a speed completely disproportionate to the weight of the xenomorph weapon, and the swept axe blade swept swiftly past Shellt with the sound of the wind. If it hadn't been for Sheldt's instinctive leaning back, he would have been cut in half. Fortunately, Sheldt didn't have time to parry the blow with his sword, otherwise he would have had to break his arm by the strong impact. The orc took advantage of the victory and stabbed the sword-like end at the lying Sheld, who was lying on the ground, but the latter deftly rolled on the spot and dodged. Although the two blows missed, the orc's power did not diminish at all, and before Sheldt could get up, he slashed down with an axe, almost leaving Sheldt's head in a different place.

"Aha! the lowly mortal escaped the attack of the thorns, twice! Kraft spent the last days of his life paying such a fine tribute to the great Pale Lord, and the true God would forgive him for his sins. The mysterious man, as Sheldt mocked, learns to be told about the battle by the "unruly host" while not forgetting to tout the gods he believes in. And Sheldt was rolling on the ground, tired of the orc's onslaught of attacks, and had no time to taunt the mysterious man.

"! this iron hedgehog doesn't even have a crack!" Raven yelled impatiently from the other side of the underground plaza. Compared to the swift orcs, the minotaurs were much slower to inflict mortal danger on agile sailors. But the impregnable defense made Raven really unable to find a way to defeat the enemy. He led two sailors to cut around the minotaur for a long time, and the poor sailor's scimitar cut into the thick iron armor, and even the joints such as shoulders and knees would be bounced far away if he slashed it.

"Less nonsense!" Sheldt dodged the blade sideways, finally finding an opportunity to attack, stabbing the orc's exposed armpit with all his might. The sharp weapon sank into the orc's flesh as expected, and although it was not deep, it was enough to injure the tendons and completely destroy the orc's right arm.

There were no painful wails, no angry roars, not even the slightest hindrance to the orc's attack. Shelter's attack was miscalculated, and the irascible beast in front of him was not a living person at all, but a puppet controlled by evil witchcraft, a marionette in the hands of a wizard, and cramps and broken bones were like mosquito bites to them, insignificant. The force of the orc's swing of the weapon again nearly broke Shelt's arm, and Sheld, who was forced to let go of his sword, was slashed open in the chest by the axe blade. He took a few steps back, gasping for air, bleeding profusely from his chest, soaking his armor-lined garment.

"Tut-tut, it seems that you are not the person I am looking for. The man shook his head, as if in pity, and then looked at the three men besieging the Minotaur, "Maybe there will be a surprise among you, though I don't think any of you will be better than the one who is dying soon." ”