readx;? The orc's cold eyes looked at it again, and this time, Orta found that his gaze was full of murderous energy, with an implicit implication of immortality. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Orta didn't think much about it, the previous whistling sound just wanted to lure him back, and then find an opportunity to capture him, after all, one mountain does not allow two tigers, and his own whistling of the orc leader will most likely make him fight to the death with him, and it will be much easier to capture him without other orcs around.

Sure enough, when the orcs began to gallop towards them, the orcs stopped at the pass and looked at it, but they did not move.

And Ota also rushed over with a movement under his feet, at this moment, the snow has been fluttered a lot looser by the orcs, not as difficult to walk as before, and there is a rotating light blade in front of him to clear the obstacles for him, it is basically the same as running on flat ground, but this will continue to consume the power of the magic bead, in this kind of inaccessible valley, there is no way for Ota to replace the magic bead without tools.

Although the half-orc was much more intelligent than the orc, and he had also tried the sharpness of the spinning light blade with his long knife just now, he felt that he could not break through the defense of Ota, so he no longer risked the life of his clansmen, but left immediately.

But at this moment, he was already very angry, and in the whistling just now, it was clear that an orc leader was robbing his territory, challenging his authority, and even wanting to occupy his people, which he absolutely could not tolerate.

I saw him slash his arms, and the long knife in his hand slashed horizontally at the rotating light curtain in front of Otta. The long knife in his hand looked like a thing in the army, the handle was thick and dark, and the weight was not light, and I didn't know how he got it.

The long knife slashed into the light curtain with a whistling sound, and Ota still didn't dodge, he also wanted to see what the protective limit of this set of equipment was, and whether it could withstand this knife that seemed to be three or four thousand catties.

The screeching sound of Nga Lala sounded immediately, and just when a spark flew around, Ota frowned, and he instantly felt that a noble card had lost contact with him, and the next moment, he saw a flash of silver light, and a noble card had already flown out diagonally, burrowing into the snow more than three meters away without a trace.

And the orc also roared, and there was a sense of horror in his voice in addition to rage. At this moment, there was only an iron rod more than one meter long left in his hand, and the blade of the blade more than half a meter long in front of him was gone, but it was flattened one after another by the rotating light blade.

Outa shook his head, it seems that although this rotating light blade is very sharp, it still can't withstand this ferocious blow under continuous consumption, you don't need to look at it to know that the magic bead inlaid on the collapsed noble card should be broken.

There was only one left, and the rotating light curtain in front of him suddenly became much thinner, and there was no need to continue using it without the siege of many orcs at this moment.

Orta put it away, and then rushed towards the orc with his great sword in hand, chanting a spell in his mouth, the light on his boots flickering at a rapid speed, and it was the perfect opportunity to knock it out and stun him when he was in a rage and fighting to the death.

The orcs were very cunning, and when they saw Ota rushing over, although they roared angrily, they smashed the iron rod in their hands, and then they ran to the side, and in the run, they took off the longbow and held it in their hands.

The iron rod roared, and Ota could only knock it away with a flick of his sword, and when he heard a loud noise, Ota turned his palm numb, but he didn't expect the strength of this half-orc to be so great.

"Whoosh," the orc was extremely fast, and when Ota slammed the iron rod open, he had already leapt six or seven meters, and when he turned around, he shot an arrow, and the arrow was skillful and the target was extremely accurate, and it shot straight at Otta's head.

Ota was also taken aback, how did he know that this half-orc had been groping and learning archery by himself for many years, coupled with his infinite strength and quick movements, so he finally became the leader of this orc.

However, even if he had the ability to be a sharpshooter, it would not be a problem for Orta, and he saw that Orta's mind moved, and the light of the combat boots under his feet flashed to the side, and the lightning-fast feathered arrows flashed beside Orta.

The orc roared and turned to run, glancing back from time to time, and found that Ota had been chasing after him and could not shoot arrows to sneak attack, and suddenly roared one after another.

At the mountain pass, many orcs walked slowly towards the valley, but their expressions were uncertain, if Ota was using the whistling of the orc leader to intimidate them, he should be able to stop them from coming, but Ota did not want to use the whistling sound out of resistance to the evil thoughts in his body.

Despite having combat boots to increase his speed, in the thick snow, Orta could only keep a distance of more than ten meters from the orcs but could not catch up with him, seeing that the orcs ran half a circle in the valley, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the mountain pass again, Orta knew that this time after he returned to the herd, he would definitely drive the orcs to stop him desperately, and it would be difficult to catch him.

In desperation, Orta could only chant the spell of the Light Blade Technique, and then the light on the big sword condensed, and then with a wave of the big sword, two red lights flashed away.

"Boom" twice.

The two sides in front of the orc suddenly exploded, and the snow splashed in the mist, and two half-meter-large deep pits immediately flashed.

The sudden loud noise startled the orc, and he suddenly jumped into the air, and his roar became even more shrill and piercing, and his unkempt hair stood on end, and it looked no different from a frightened cat.

It's still Orta's desire to capture him alive, otherwise it wouldn't be difficult to break both of his legs with a single blow.

As a result, the half-orc was frightened and ran for his life, and this time, he jumped on all fours like the other orcs, which made Orta a little embarrassed, for fear that he would accidentally kill him with a single blow.

When Ota was in a dilemma, he clearly heard a roar coming from the air, and the next moment, Ota suddenly showed a smile on his face.

After a few breaths, a huge black shadow flashed above Otta's head, and the next moment, Xiao Bai, who spread its huge wings, suddenly appeared in sight, only to see its pair of sharp claws as fast as lightning poking out, grabbing the orcs fleeing in front.

The orc was already panicking, and was jumping out of the snow at this moment, and before he could fall to the ground, he felt a great pain in his shoulders, and then his falling body flew upward.

"Roar......" He roared in great pain, and the hesitant orcs immediately ran towards him.

At this time, the smiling Ota couldn't laugh either, because Xiao Bai didn't mean to stay at all, just now he had already issued a few commands one after another, but Xiao Bai didn't react at all, but flapped his wings and brought the orc into the air, which was more than ten meters above the ground at the moment.

"You disobedient brute...... Also, you're really a brute......" Orta scolded hatefully.

But before the words fell, the orc under his claws suddenly stretched out his arms upward, and Xiaobai immediately let out a miserable wail.

"Little White ......"

Ota shouted and chased in the direction of Xiao Bai, he could see clearly at this moment that the half-orc was holding a feather arrow in his hand and inserting it into Xiao Bai's abdomen.

When the orc pulled out a feather arrow, Xiaobai's blood suddenly sprayed on his head, and just as the orc raised the feather arrow again, Ota who was chasing after him yelled anxiously:

"Xiaobai, let go of his ......" (to be continued.) )