Storm canyon in the morning, icy and windy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The second stronghold was empty, and the Storm Spirit had been slaughtered. Only a storm of ice and snow that was almost perverted was stirring.

Mondo stood in the storm and was almost overturned several times.

"Whoosh!

In the blue-gray storm, several wind blades swirled like sickles, clearly visible to the naked eye. The wind scythe flew in the air, and suddenly it changed direction, and pounced directly on the two orcs.

However, within three steps of Milgar's body, a protective shield seemed to appear, and the wind sickle collapsed at the touch of a button.

Battle Intent Force Field!A skill that can only be possessed by Berserkers and above.

"Look closely, I'll only demonstrate it once!"

Millega put away the battle intent force field, and suddenly more than a dozen wind scythes rushed wildly, "Ding!" "Ding!" "Dang!" "Dang!" Millaga's elite battle axes danced up and down, blocking and smashing all the wind blades. He used all basic axe skills, and his movements were not fast, but they were extremely coherent and calm, as if there was a rhythm in them.

To cut people with an axe, skill is as important as brute force.

"Boy, it's your turn. ”

Millegar let out a loud shout, shaking the wind scythe, and then stepped aside.

Mondo hardened his head and raised his tomahawk.

The naturally formed wind blades in Storm Canyon have their own characteristics in each section. The wind blades at the mouth of the canyon are like sharp needles, weak but very numerous, and the wind blades in the first stronghold are in the form of blades, and there are many of them, but their power is limited, and they can cut through Mondo's cowhide. This is the second stronghold, and the wind blade has turned into a scythe, which is not many in number, but it is better than sharp and treacherous.

This kind of wind sickle, according to the evaluation in the magic book, can be regarded as a one-star magic, and the lethality is not fierce, but it is also quite sharp when it cuts flesh and bones.

At this moment, it is like a battlefield.

Mondo's mind recalled the figure of Milga, and in his eyes, several wind scythes whistled, and he did not hesitate, an axe slashed down, making a sharp collision sound, one wind scythe was shattered and turned into a clear wind, however, the other two wind scythes changed direction and slashed directly towards his body.

Mondo hurriedly turned sideways, dodging one of the scythes, while the other slashed past his arm, outlining a trail of blood.

Before he could stand firm, more than a dozen wind scythes were condensed in the magic storm, and the storm seemed to have become a hotbed for nurturing the wind blade scythe, and the condensation was completed in a few breaths, and the number was always controlled at about twenty. They flew around in a hurry, and suddenly they spun and rushed again.

In an instant, in this icy and biting canyon, layers of cold sweat broke out on Mondo's body. There was no transition period in Millaga's training, which allowed him to face the challenges of life and death directly, without any emotion.

"Whew!" "Whew!"

Wearing only one animal skin shorts, his body was covered with paint, blood splattered, and in the face of a dozen wind scythes, he could not defeat or dodge them all, all he could do was try to avoid all the deadly attacks.

If it weren't for the "Frost Stone Skin" skills, he wouldn't be able to stand here at all. Rao was like this, and more than a dozen deep wounds were quickly cut out on his body, and blood burst out.

"Roar!"

Milgar suddenly let out a roar and erupted with an almost tangible battle intent, a battle cry that only an orc berserker was capable of casting, directly invading the depths of the boy's mind.

Mondo was shocked, and the qi and blood in his body were strongly stimulated, and he began to roll incredibly, and then, the skin on his body tightened. This feeling is very familiar, when he comprehended the meaning of the "Frost Stone Skin" battle song, his body was so changed.

The wound on the body immediately stopped bleeding and the pain disappeared. The skin on the surface of the body is in a petrified state, and the defenses seem to become stronger, and it does not affect the movement of the hands and feet in the slightest.

The hands and feet that were in excruciating pain were back to normal, and even stronger. Let the teenager who is in a desperate situation be in high spirits, his blood will boil again, and his confidence will be doubled.

There is no doubt that this is a battle cry that strengthens the defense.

There are many types of orc howls, but for the little orcs, they are only legends, and they have never been heard of in person.

While wrestling with Kragg, Krag performed "Purification" to dispel his murderous aura!

These are two very different howls, and if they appear on the battlefield, they can change the outcome of a battle! Berserkers are indeed the backbone of the orc army.

The wind scythe slashed at the body again, and as long as it avoided the fatal angle, it would not appear a piercing scar.

Mondo no longer dodged the wind sickle like a lost dog, he bravely stood in the middle of the canyon, the battle axe flew over, and the basic axe technique of "wheel slashing" was calmly used one by one, smashing the wind sickle.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

The orc warrior roars on the battlefield, and he has always been indomitable, preferring to die in battle rather than retreat.

The wind scythe flutters, and the tomahawk splits the air from time to time. However, thanks to the focus cultivated by logging, Mondo is always immersed in killing, and his basic axe skills become more and more proficient in his hands.

His state of mind at this time was more like that of a hunter hunting in a storm. The fluttering wind sickle became the object of his hunting. The spiritual power is highly concentrated, and it has entered the realm of selflessness, and the tomahawk has drawn out incredible lights and shadows.

From ten axes that can break one wind sickle, to five axes that can break one, and later, every two strikes, one wind sickle must be cut under the axe.

"Enough!"

Millega shouted, and the wind and sickle shattered.

"Go back!"

Millega turned and left.

Mondo distracted himself and suddenly felt like he was on the verge of collapse. Looking up at the sky, it was already afternoon.

"Rub the plaster on your body. ”

Back at the igloo, Millega tossed over a box of plasters. The power of the battle howl had long since dissipated, and Mondo found himself as if he had rolled back and forth in a sea of swords and swords, covered with knife wounds all over his body, some of which were relatively deep, and the pain was unbearable.

The icy wind of Razor Ridge caused all the wounds to stop bleeding naturally, but it evolved into a kind of frostbite, which became more and more painful.

Applying the plaster, a heat quickly dissipates through the wound, and the pain is mostly reduced.

The cultivation of orc warriors has always been simple and rude. However, compared to Millaga's cultivation method, it can only be called gentle and harmonious.

Treating magic as a life-and-death opponent, even for berserkers, is probably the worst nightmare! Orcs are born with a fear of magic, which is genetically inherited from time immemorial.

Mondo suddenly felt that Millega also had a perverted side.

However, between life and death, infinite potential is stimulated layer by layer, and the benefits are naturally very great. The basic axe technique "Wheel Slash" quickly cultivated and mastered, which was more effective than the black magic tree he had cut down for more than ten days.

"Don't be complacent, you're still far away!" Milgar seemed to see through the young man's thoughts, and said coldly, "The hometown of the ancient orcs, a place a hundred times worse than Storm Canyon, is everywhere. Hmph, it's a shame that the current orcs have been reduced to the company of humans!"

"We orcs are rough and thick-skinned, but we are not fools. A hundred lives are not enough to fight like you. ”

"Wait until you smash all the wind sickles unscathed, and then you can complete your cultivation. ”

Millaga's tone was cold, but the roast in his hand did not stop for a moment. But it added a time limit to the young man's miserable cultivation time - to smash all the wind sickles. Mondo didn't know if he would be able to get out of the canyon on the day he died.

He tore at the bear meat with his head and didn't dare to refute a word.

The Frost Demon Bear's powerful vitality is contained in flesh and blood, and every time you eat a piece of meat, you can feel that your energy is quickly recovering.

After a short rest, Millga rushed out of the ice gate with his tomahawk on his shoulder, but this time he went in the direction of the canyon.

"How long has it been since your legs moved!" ordered Millaga, pointing to an ageless iceberg in front of him, "Rush up!"

This iceberg is not high, less than 200 blades, with a slope of about 30 degrees, under the years of blizzard, the iceberg is like jade, the whole body is crystal white, and it is not covered with much snow.

Gritting his teeth, Mondo scurried up from the snow and scrambled towards the mountain.

"Bang dang!"

Before he could get far, the soles of his feet slipped and his whole body fell like a rolling stone.

"Are you kidding, Milgah, this big block of ice is slipperier than the stones in the river!" said Mondo, spitting out the bloody snow stains in his mouth.

Millega was silent, holding an elite battle axe in his hand, and rushed towards the snow-capped mountain without being fast or slow. He maintained an even speed, and as he charged, the elite battle axe drew a dazzling arc and slashed at the jade-like mountain.

This iceberg, which has been polished by the ice and wind, seems to have a strong suction force under his feet, making him as steady as a rock and walking on the ground.

"Bang!Bang!"

Millega easily climbed to the top of the mountain, and after a few breaths, he headed straight down. At the same time, the tomahawk also swung like the wind, marking a trail on the mountain.

Mondo's eyes widened, and he found that the speed of Mirega's ascent and descent was almost the same, and his body was as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest sign of sliding.

"See the notches cut by the tomahawks? you step on them and keep rushing!"

Mondo looked up at the iceberg and sighed secretly. Under the shroud of a blizzard, the so-called axe marks can only be said to be better than nothing. The cultivation method of the orcs is really perverted!

There is no choice but to fight hard.

Rush!