The archer put the long arrow on the bowstring, but instead of raising it immediately, he looked at Humphka: "I am Anji. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The spearman picked up his spear with both hands, and did not immediately rush forward: "I am Dorjee." ”

Hanfka nodded: "Okay, I'm Hanfka, now, can I fight?"

The two elves didn't mean to do it immediately, and Anji said, "The three of them invited two or five of us to attack you together. ”

Dorjee said, "We didn't agree. ”

Humphka was unmoved: "You are very smart, otherwise there would be five candles on the field now." ”

Angie and Dorjee's faces were angry at the same time, and Angie said, "Don't think too highly of yourself, orc. ”

Hanfka smiled lightly: "A lot of people have said that before. ”

Dorjee's tone became angry: "The reason why we are talking to you is to tell you that the two of us are going to deal with you together!"

Hanfka nodded: "Come on." ”

Anji held back his anger: "The two of us have joined forces to fight the enemy since we were children, dealing with you two people, dealing with thousands of troops or two people." ”

"What have you dealt with, tell me?" said Hanfka, sneering.

Dorjee was furious: "We mean, don't think that we are bullying you with more people! ”

Hanfka nodded sympathetically: "Okay, it's actually me who bullied the two of you because of the small number of people, okay?

The attention of the audience laughed, Yaya laughed, and Sava couldn't help but say: It hasn't changed for a while, this kid's mouth has changed a lot, but I didn't see it before.

In fact, Hanfka grew up in a brothel, and he saw how many honest people he saw every day?

It's just that at the beginning, he wanted to avenge Lori, his heart was full of grief and anger, and he just wanted to speak with a knife, and then he was seriously injured and saved by Savoy, and after getting along, he admired Savoy's heroic heroism to the extreme, for fear that he would be looked down upon by him, so he tried his best to imitate Savoy's words and deeds.

It wasn't until after the separation, that he followed the slave traders to this arcane city, participated in fighting tournaments, and sharpened his strong heart in a life-and-death battle, so that he could recover his true heart and start to be himself again.

The two elven warriors wanted to show their brightness, but they didn't expect to be blocked back by this pig man, which caused the audience to laugh at this time, and they all trembled with anger.

Before Dorjee could speak, Anji interrupted him angrily: "Don't say it, let's fight!"

Hanfka shook his head: "I'll say it for a while, don't say it for a while, are the elves so willful? Then let's fight quickly, don't you want to fight again for a while." ”

The scene was full of laughter again.

Dorjee yelled and rushed forward to shoot Hanfka.

This shot was seven or eight meters away from Hanfka, but it startled Hanfka, thinking that he would shoot some invisible gun qi.

There was a loud bang in Kerala, but the metal floor cracked everywhere, and many plants grew up with great speed and climbed up along Hanfka's legs.

Angie's figure spread, swept towards Hanfka like a breeze, and reached out with her right hand, the long arrow on the bow was held in her hand, and pierced Hanfka's heart.

Hanfka hurriedly turned his body to the side, dodging this heart-piercing arrow, Anji's body fell to the ground, his footsteps turned, and his back was swiped towards Hanfka's neck.

This time, Hanfka saw that at each end of his longbow was a thin scimitar, about a palm long, and the color and bow were so integrated that they couldn't be seen without looking closely.

Hanfka's chubby body leaned back with all his might, pressed his hands on the ground, bent like an arched bridge, and finally dodged the throat seal at the last moment.

Dorjee stabbed out from a distance, and several vines grew up Hanfka's arm, pinning all his limbs to the ground, with only a bulging belly facing the sky.

Angie backhanded an arrow and plunged it into Hanfka's eye-catching stomach!

At the same time, under Hanfka's arched back, a strange plant with extremely sharp and hard sprouts and suddenly leaned upward.

Yaya exclaimed loudly, and the audience was in an uproar.

With a "click", Sava broke off the armrest of the seat with his left and right hands at the same time, and was about to be thrown, to save Hanfka before the long arrow pierced his body.

Everyone takes it for granted that since this elf brother has a bow and a gun, it must be a gunner who fights in close quarters, controls the distance with a spear, and the archer waits at a distance, taking the enemy's life with cold arrows.

But I didn't expect it to be an archer in close combat, and the left arrow and right bow, the move is ruthless, but the long-range is a spearman, and it is also a plant-based magic, which can not only summon plants to entangle the enemy, but also kill the enemy!

At that moment, Hanfka let out a wild roar. Orc Cry!

As soon as the roar came out, Hanfka's body, like a giant python in a hurry to turn over, began to writhe horizontally.

As soon as the purple light burst out, it immediately turned into a whirlwind!

The cracking sound came, the tough vines were torn apart inch by inch, Anji's long arrow and Dorjee's sharp plants moved slightly outward under the drive of the whirlwind, coupled with the rolling of Hanfka itself, which initially failed to penetrate the opponent's body, leaving only two deep blood grooves on Hanfka's belly and back.

"Die!" Hanfka's eyes were red, and he rolled towards Angie, ignoring the blood splattering from his wounds.

Savoy's eyes lit up and he forced the handrail down as he was about to throw.

Anji pointed to the ground with both feet, seven or eight somersaults in a row, and turned far away.

Unable to sweep the enemy into the wind, Hanfka immediately landed on the ground, grabbed the remnants of the vine with his hand, and pulled the root of the vine out with a sudden force.

The vine turned out to be a bulbous, the vine was tough, and the bulb was hard, quite similar to the wolf's tooth iron ball on his flail.

Hanfka immediately danced, quickly turned into a violent wind, and slammed his iron head into it, flying at Angie, who had just landed.

His self-created double combo technique - Iron Head Whirlwind Drill!

In the face of the whistling purple whirlwind, Anji retreated unhurriedly, Dorjee grabbed it in two steps, stopped between the whirlwind and Anji, and with a clear whistle, the spear danced wildly at the thorn, as if turning into countless vines, and resisted the whirlwind.

Anji pulled the bowstring with a cold face—the movement dragged mud and water, and when it was slow, it seemed as if the bowstring weighed a thousand pounds.

As the bowstring pulled away a little, the long arrow became more transparent.

The audience was in an uproar, when Hanfka used the Iron Head Whirlwind Drill before, they almost cheered, this domineering move, I don't know how many strong people's tricks and flesh were torn apart on this field. They even felt that even if the mecha was caught in a whirlwind, it would turn into iron filings.

In the bones, the mecha is a symbol of invincibility in the eyes of civilians, and the vast majority of humans do not believe that they can be as short as the mecha with their physical bodies, so when they agree that Hanfka can defeat the mecha, it means that they have worshiped this trick of the pig man to the extreme.

However, at this moment, an unremarkable elf, an ordinary spear, although extremely difficult, still blocked the fierce whirlwind after all!

"Awesome, these two elves!" the audience began to gasp and exclaim.

Gradually, more and more people in the audience began to cheer for the elven warriors: "Elf, come on!" "Elf, defeat this pigman!" "The era of the invincible wind demon will be terminated by you!"

Yaya looked at Sava with a pale face, "Why? Aren't they, aren't they fans of Hanfka?"

Sava's face was not very good-looking, and he snorted coldly: "Hanfka is an orc after all, these people worship not Hanfka, but his power!

Dorjee's ears could no longer hear anything except the whistling wind.

In the eyes of others, he blocked the whirlwind of death that Hanfka symbolized. But in his own eyes, he was just desperately delaying the moment of death. The speed at which his spear was drawn had already exceeded his previous limit, but he couldn't stop! Not only could he not stop, but he also had to further increase his spear speed as the whirlwind continued to grow stronger.

He has lost even the energy to breathe, and can only desperately squeeze every bit of his potential to resist the coming of death.

His mouth was already full of rusty fish, and a trace of red blood oozed out of the corners of his lips little by little.

"Brother, hurry up. Dorjee's heart was calling anxiously.

Anji's longbow was finally drawn into a full string.

Above the bowstring, there was nothing.

Angie raised his arm heavily, and aimed his empty full bow at the wild and boiling purple whirlwind.