"One Hundred and Two, One Hundred and Three ......"

"Damn it, dwarf, what are you shouting?"

"I'm counting how many greenskins I've killed!"

"There are only a hundred greenskins here, when did you kill so many?"

"This is the total number of greenskins I've killed since I became a butcher. ”

More and more green-skinned orcs joined the fray, and even the little farts who had been frightened at first rejoined the battle under the roar of the leader, swords and axes falling continuously, and the sound of weapons and beastly roars echoed throughout the canyon and river. Although there were not many people with Rhodes on his trip to Dulong City this time, they brought out some elite soldiers, so under the threat of green skins several times his own, he was not inferior.

However, a few minutes later, the first Blackhammer soldier died under the Greenskin's orc's axe, and the hunk orc pulled the battle axe out of the Norscan warrior's chest, and the little fart behind him rushed up and beat the fallen human soldier with rudimentary weapons.

Before Rhodes could remember to rescue him, the soldier was beaten to the ground by a bunch of chirping little farts and blood......

On the other side, the butcher Bogur was fighting excitedly. The bloodier the battle, the more it inspires the butcher's furious fighting wildness. He fought tirelessly, knocking through the muscular green-skinned orcs like a brute bull, disemboweling them. Blood and entrails flowed at the butcher's feet. It's like a feast of blood.

As the battle progressed, the place where Rhodes could swing his sword became smaller and smaller, mixing friends and enemies, and then continuing to wield his two-handed sword, which was easy to hurt his own people. In desperation, Rhodes could only give up the big sword.

He stuck his two-handed sword on the ground, casually picked up a round shield on the ground, blocked the axe blade chopped by the orc in front of him, and then grabbed the shield and smashed it hard. smashed the orc raider in front of him into the air, and before the other party had time to stand up, another blow slammed the edge of the iron-encrusted round shield into the orc's face, and under the powerful power of the Chosen One, the orc's head was smashed like a watermelon. Red, white, sprinkled all over the ground.

A little fart bravely appeared behind Rod, grabbed the rusty shovel, and was about to smash it on Rod. However, in the next second, a raging giant bear directly pinned it to the ground and tore it...... Usok the White Bear always appeared when Rhodes needed him most, and under the bite of a pair of terrifying teeth, the green-skinned fart was torn apart, and blood, flesh, and internal organs were spilled all over the ground. The terrifying image scared the little farts out of their asses again, and the group of little farts who originally wanted to attack Rhodes dispersed in an instant, however, Usok would not let them go.

After a furious roar, the White Bear charged at them. The huge bear paw crushed the head of a fart boy, and it picked up another runaway little fart, biting his body, and the bloody teeth bit down, biting the little fart in two!

Thunder rang out in the sky, and rain fell. This may be the last rain in the north.

Strange dark clouds hovered overhead, and soon, the first lightning fell...... With bursts of thunder and thunderbolts landing, a handful of fart spirits were instantly struck by deadly lightning, and their bodies burned to ashes......

The horrific picture is shocking. At the same time, the greenskins once again showed a hint of cowardice to escape. But the orc warriors continued to fight under the leadership of their leader. It's better to have a good fight than anything.

However, what happened next was even more bizarre. Lightning continued to hit the ground, and thunder roared in the dark clouds, this is the storm Rhodes knew in late summer, but this lightning was too weird, the terrible arc light shone on the earth, making a sky-tearing explosion, and each blow hit a green skin with precision, blowing its shell away......

Just when Rhodes was confused, there was another explosion in the sky above him. Under everyone's horrified gaze, lightning was like a sharp arrow, and it smashed straight towards Rhodes...... For a moment, the air was suffocatingly quiet, and the people saw their lord fall in pain, his shield and axe burned to ashes......

"Rod!"

The crowd exclaimed.

They slashed at the orcs in rage and rushed to their lord's side. Soon, thunderbolts from Thunderbolt also drove the Greenskins back. As the crowd gathered around Rhodes, they discovered that their lord had survived a powerful lightning shock.

He gasped faintly, his arm scorched, but his face was unharmed.

"It's a miracle!"

Even the rescued dwarves rushed over to check on Rod's injuries. When they saw the scene in front of them, everyone let out an incredible amazement. They had heard of people who had been struck by lightning and did not die, and at this moment, a real example was placed before them.

"Brother?"

Bogur was concerned. He saw that Rod's entire right arm was almost scorched, and he gasped faintly, opening one eye to look at the person in front of him. The world was turned upside down, and humans and dwarves gathered around them. And I couldn't hear what they were calling. There seemed to be the terrible thunder that had just now echoed in my ears.

Caroline squeezed through the crowd and cast a cooling spell on Rhodes to temporarily cool down his charred arm. The pain from the burning fire gradually improved.

"Is this reliable?"

The dwarves asked with suspicion. They didn't believe in magic in the first place.

"At least it will ease his pain. ”

Caroline said, gently picking up Rod's head and placing it on her lap, continuing to use frost spells on the charred parts. A faint blue light bloomed from the palm of her hand, and ice crystals as thin as frost and snow gently sprinkled on the burned area.

Rhodes only felt as if thousands of ants were crawling on his arm. But I have to admit that the pain is not as good as just now.

"Don't think that magic is all harmful, in distant times, the Frost Witches used magic to grow crops and help the people of this land survive. ”

Caroline suddenly became serious.

"It's true, she treated my injuries for me. ”

Celta chimed in. He stretched out his arm, where a circle of bandages was wrapping, and the bite from the tweezers insect had largely healed. All that was left was scars.

"If it weren't for her, my hands would have rotted. ”

Celta continued.

"By the way, friend, who are you?"

Seeing that Rod's injuries were relieved, Bogur began to care about the dwarves he had saved.

"Dulong City Thunder Axe Caravan. ”

The leading dwarf stepped forward and introduced himself loudly.

"Thank you for saving us, these damn greenskins, you can see them anywhere. Thanks to your arrival, my men and I were spared. A cart full of ceramics and wheat, and it would be a shame for the dwarves to be snatched away by these inferior green skins. ”

"By the way, are you?"

The leader of the caravan asked, looking at Bogul.

"Butcher, can't you see it?"

Bogur stood up and hung the two large axes back to his back.

"No, I'm asking where you are? Our compatriots have all become refugees in the north, except for Dulong City......

"Isn't Dulong City also taking in a large number of refugees before it slowly grows?"

Bogur returned.

"I am a member of Dulong City, friend, I was born in Dulong City, Longjing Mining Area. Once a member of the Grey Mountain Expedition. ”

"Ash Mountain Expedition? I've heard of it...... That's a team of heroes. ”

"Heroes who are not heroes are all dead. I was the only one who survived. ”

"So you became a butcher?"

Bogur nodded in acquiescence.

"Come back with us, Dulong City will warmly welcome the hero's return, and we must thank your friends. ”

The leader of the caravan made a warm offer. However, Bogur only turned his head to look at Rhodes, and at the Norsca warriors behind him.

"They and I were originally going to Dulong City. ”

Bogur replied earnestly.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

The Old World had a lingua franca, however, each race had its own different language. Obviously, the dialogue between the dwarves was not in a lingua franca, which made Rhodes and his party look confused.

"He's saying he's going to take us to Dulong City. ”

Bogur turned his head and shouted back.