ps: Thank you for the reward from the book friend "Sun Yuxin".

The ogre, who was attacked by Méiyou, was also a little unable to react, and suddenly stood on the spot, forgetting to continue the attack.

"Hey, look here!" said a hippie man's voice, coming from above.

The two professionals on the ground, as well as the equally sluggish ogre, were attracted by the abrupt voice and looked up at the slope of the hill diagonally above.

I saw a tall young man less than twenty years old, jumping down the slope of about five or six meters on the side of the mountain road, and accurately landed on the face of the fallen ogre, it was Yang Long who "timely" reached out to help!

Stretching out his left hand to hold the hilt of the sword, Yang Long pulled out the big sword effortlessly~, and after a pause, he jumped to the ogre on the left, "Please search, the novel is better, newer and faster!."

From Yang Long casting the Flame Explosion Technique to jumping down the hill and pulling out his two-handed sword, it was only seven or eight seconds of shijiān.

Before the ogre's brain on the left could react, the two-handed sword in Yang Long's hand stabbed into his ugly face, reaching the brain without hindrance.

After inflicting a fatal attack on the ogre on the left, Yang Long méiyou paused at all, his feet flowing, and he stepped on the face of the ogre who fell backwards, drawing his two-handed sword and leaping towards the other ogre.

"Purr!" The ogre on the right came back to his senses at this time, let out a loud roar and swung it, swinging a stone hammer and smashing it into Yang Long in mid-air, completely unprotected.

Yang Long in mid-air couldn't dodge, his left hand holding the sword shook violently, and the two-handed big sword was like a crossbow arrow shot out, stabbing out with a whistling sound. A desperate style of play that ends up together.

Laugh at!

The two-handed sword came first, piercing the ogre's head without hindrance, and sinking deep into the hilt of the sword, killing the ogre instantly.

Boom!

And almost after the blink of an eye, a stone hammer the size of the front of a truck also slammed into Yang Long's body head-on, knocking him down from mid-air and smashing the ground into a half-meter-deep dirt pit.

"It's over!" The faces of the two human professionals lying on the ground were as dead as ashes, and the little hope that had just risen was shattered.

Although I don't know what Yang Long's identity is, but no matter what. As a human attacking ogre. Yang Long's appearance of Turán undoubtedly gave the two of them a life-saving straw.

But now Yang Long's "unwise" behavior made the two female warriors can't help but scold in a low voice, because neither of them thinks it. Yang Long is a fragile human body. Can survive under the ogre's sledgehammer.

Except for the three ogres who were killed by Yang Long. Not all ogres have died under the mutated Flame Blast.

In front of the two surviving sergeants, there were also four ogres with varying degrees of burns. It can also kill two professionals who have lost the power to resist.

"Damn, is that guy stupid?!"

"I can only hope that the hidden flame mage, Nénggou will deal with it!"

The two female warriors would never have imagined that the Flame Explosion Technique was cast by Yang Long, and they thought that there was another high-level or above flame mage secretly supporting them in some secret difāng.

However, to the despair of the two of them, after several more minutes, after the flames of the Flame Explosion Technique had been extinguished, the "hidden flame mage" still made a move.

After being killed by the Flame Explosion Technique, the remaining four ogres rolled on the ground and howled miserably for a while before finally extinguishing the flames on their bodies.

After looking around stupidly for a moment, the ogre once again focused its gaze on the two female warriors, and let out a roar and rushed towards them.

The two female warriors were full of defeat, but they could only watch, watching the ogre for a second, and came to a distance of thirty or forty meters in front of the two, and they waited for death to come.

Shout!

With a soft sound, four black lights flashed, and then the two female warriors saw that the back of the four rushing ogres burst out of a cloud of blood mist almost at the same time.

The four ogres froze in the middle of running, their eyes rolled upward, their whole body loosened, and after rolling several times, they collapsed to the ground like mud, and died completely.

The two female warriors stared blankly, the four huge corpses on the ground, the four ogres who were almost killed instantly, rolled and stopped, and the closest distance between them was only five meters.

"Is this true?" the warrior snorted, her lips trembling.

"I guess it should be," the other fourth-order sergeant who survived replied uncertainly.

The female warrior Shihou also regained some strength, gritted her teeth and slowly stood up, looked around blankly, and was horrified to find that in just a few minutes, the more than ten fourth-order ogres who were originally alive had all turned into corpses.

Whoa

The roar of Turán attracted the attention of the female warrior, and only then did she find that about a hundred meters away from the two of them, there was a two-headed ogre almost nine meters tall, who was desperately swinging the stone hammer, attacking a vague figure.

The two squinted their eyes, trying to identify the humans fighting the ogres in the distance, but because the sky was too dark, they looked at the slightest result of their eyes being sour.

"Hey!" a cold, indifferent voice sounded behind the two female warriors.

"Apprentice!" The two of them were startled, the male professional knelt on the ground with weak legs, and the weak female warrior fell directly backwards, but was firmly held in her arms by a pair of powerful arms.

The female warrior who felt the strangeness looked at her in shock, and a handsome and resolute face entered her eyes, and her faint gaze was just opposite her.

It was Yang Long who the two thought were "killed".

"You're you?!" the female warrior shuddered in disbelief.

"What?" Yang Long raised his eyebrows, and after thinking about it for a while, a grain of holy light popped out of his left hand and submerged into the female warrior's chest.

Feeling the rapid improvement of the injuries inside the body, as well as the rapid recovery of the physical strength that was close to exhaustion, the surprise in the eyes of the female warrior was even worse, how should a shijiān not zhidào be good, just stiffened all over her body, and looked at Yang Long in a daze.

And another fourth-order sergeant, after kneeling on the ground for a few seconds, heard the shocked words of the female warrior and the voice of a strange man, so he quickly turned around to check, and was also stunned on the spot.

"You, you're not dead?!" The fourth-order sergeant paused for a moment, turned his gaze to the female warrior who was motionless and was held in Yang Long's arms, and suddenly said angrily: "What are you doing? Let go of the captain!"

With a casual glance, Yang Long thought of the fourth-order sergeant, it was obvious that the female warrior was the object of this sergeant's affection, and now seeing Ziji's actions, it naturally touched the nerves of this young man.

However, Yang Long didn't care about other people's feelings, and still let go of the hug of the female warrior, but tightened his arms to pull the female warrior closer, and smiled softly: "This beautiful young lady, may I ask your name?"

"Uh, I" The female warrior was a little panicked, her head was a mess, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Damn it, let her go!" The fourth-order sergeant struggled to get up, but because his legs were weak, he fell to the ground again, and could only shout loudly: "Captain! Captain!!"

The shout of the fourth-order sergeant finally made the female warrior wake up from her confusion suddenly, and suddenly broke free from Yang Long's embrace, and after retreating several meters, she stood still with a flushed face.

Yang Long's shocking appearance, as well as his fierce battle without fear of death, as well as the strange and powerful means, coupled with the young but very good strength, all deeply shocked the heart of the female warrior.

From Yang Long's quiet observation before, he has a certain degree of understanding of the character of the female warrior, and if he wants to make this female warrior have a good impression of him, it is not possible to take some fierce medicine without focusing on its characteristics.

The women of Azeroth shijiè, tèbié are warriors with professional status, and there are few imbeciles of intelligence, and it is not a set of methods that can be taken all.

This is also the reason why Yang Long, who obviously spent a little bit of yidiǎnshijiān to kill the ogre, but had to resist the blow of the huge stone hammer, he needed this very bloody way of fighting to gain the approval of female warriors.

Because the fighting style of the female warrior is also such a tough one, if you want her to have a good impression of a stranger, in addition to saving her life, you can only do what she likes.

From the current point of view, it is clear that Yang Long's plan has worked, and for the first time since the female warrior gǎnjiào had a body, she blushed and her heart beat in the face of a man, and after taking a deep breath for half a minute, she gradually calmed down.

"Storm Gaard Kingdom, Third Legion, Twenty-third Squad, Fifth Order Lower Guardian Warrior, Captain Macriel, salute you! The female warrior solemnly reported her name and glared at the fourth-order sergeant.

"Stormgard Kingdom, Third Legion, Twenty-third Squad, Fourth Order Lower Guardian Warrior, Team Member Harry!" the Fourth Sergeant, a twenty-five or six-year-old male, said dryly.

"Grofe, Traveler. Yang Long said a simple sentence, which was regarded as a self-introduction.

This perfunctory attitude made Harry's anger even stronger, and he just wanted to open his mouth to ridicule, but he retreated under Macriel's eyes.

"Mr. Grovee, Harry is injured too, can you" After a few seconds of hesitation, Macriel pleaded.

Yang Long had just released the Holy Light Particles to heal Makriel's injuries, and Yijing had made this female warrior mingbái his abilities, but he didn't want to waste the Holy Light and heal someone who was hostile to him.

Frowning slightly, Yang Long took out the few bandages left from the space ring, handed them to Macriel's hand, put away his two-handed big sword, and walked towards the ogre a hundred meters away without looking back. (To be continued.) )