It was a thousand-year-old cedar forest, and his location was in a deserted corner of the western part of the Orc Empire. He was originally calm and was suddenly interrupted by a group of uninvited guests today.

"This is it. Grom's voice was hoarse, and the frost and snow all over him made him look extremely embarrassed.

Looking at the tired soldiers behind him, Grom had no choice but to say helplessly: "All the staff, take a rest on the spot!"

The orc warriors and laborers were relieved, and they were like a house that had lost its pillars, and fell to the ground in an instant.

Grom couldn't do anything, so he decided to scout the nearby terrain himself. After all, this place is just a wood gathering place for ordinary troll warrior debriefing.

Suddenly, Grom felt a sharp gaze.

He hurriedly turned his head to look behind him, but there was no way but cedar or cedar, and Grom had to give up for the time being on the source of the feeling.

Grom beckoned the ten sixth-level royal guards assigned by Chen Le, and looking at their radiant looks, Grom sighed and said, "A few of you are responsible for supervising them to collect wood." ”

"Yes! General!"

Grom picked up his axe and walked towards the cedar forest behind him, he had a hunch that the sharp gaze he had just had would appear again.

It turned out that he was right, and it came so fast that Grom had only been walking for less than two minutes before he felt a murderous aura coming from above him.

An arrow shot from above and down to where Grom was. The sound of arrows breaking through the air even irritates the birds in the trees (don't worry if there are birds in the snow, this is not the earth).

But who is Grom?

Grom placed his left hand on the hilt. The moment the knife swung, the arrow instantly broke in half from the middle.

Grom slowly shifted his gaze to the tree, and the arrow shooting in the tree was obviously a little surprised, but he flashed quickly, and he only allowed Grom to barely catch a figure.

Grom sneered and muttered to himself, "Troll-like creatures? Hahaha! Interesting! I want to see what you are!"

Grom continued to walk, guessing that there must be some secret behind the path that had to be hidden. And Grom says he's interested!

"Stop! orcs!"

The tone was cold and resolute, but Grom could faintly sense some fear in his voice.

Fear? What does fear say! Showing that they are not sure of defeating Grom, Grom laughed and said, "Why should I stop going? Is there any treasure ahead of me?"

"I'll stop you if you want to stop!"

The voice didn't seem to know what to say. Grom shook his head and said, "Hey, you guys, what the hell are you guys, you can't even say anything threatening. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll kill you if you come back!"

Grom was stunned for a moment, then he slapped the ground frantically, as if he had heard some shocking joke!

The voice was visibly angry: "What are you laughing at, aren't you afraid of death?"

Grom laughed even more when he heard this, and he even threw the axe out with a smile.

The voice was furious, "Okay, good, I'll let you see how good I am!"

"Poof!" came the sound of breaking through the air at eleven o'clock, and Grom easily dodged the attack with just a small move. By the way, Grom also picked up his long axe.

It's just that Grom was a little puzzled by the sound just now, and he could clearly feel that there was no living creature in the place where he had just shot the arrow.

The voice said in a frustrated and loud voice, "Ahh

There was a popping sound at the same time at six o'clock and three o'clock, and Grom's face tensed, and he swung his axe in a semicircle, and both arrows were shot down at the same time.

Grom had a look of disdain on his face, this level of aggression was a bit underestimated for him.

Suddenly, Grom realized that something was wrong, and the two arrows that had just broken actually emitted a puff of green gas from the place where they were broken.

And Grom was still in the gas for three seconds!

"Ahem, ahem!" Grom instantly felt his limbs become bulky, as if a large stone had been strapped to each limb!

The voice laughed, "Hahahaha!

Grom's face was dark, and he felt that he couldn't play any longer, so he yelled, "Damn! you've pissed me off! Let me get you out now!"

After saying that, Grom started his housekeeping stunt.

The voice seemed to suddenly realize this serious problem. As Grom ran, he felt something move fifty meters in front of him.

Grom yelled, "Don't run!"

"Don't!"

Grom's speed was fast, and just as Grom was about to get ten meters closer to the thing, he suddenly felt something wrong under his feet.

"BOOM!" explosives, tons of explosives, Grom was injured on the spot, but for his own reasons, these injuries were simply not enough to make him incapacitated.

His hands were dripping with blood, and the ground around him was trembling faintly.

Grom pounced like a wild beast on the run.

The axe slashed into the figure's body, but Grom sensed something was wrong.

When he looked at it, Grom was stunned on the spot, this figure was actually a robot made of steel!

The robot is not tall, only one meter and a half. Covered in steel, Grom couldn't imagine what kind of technology it would have to make him move.

At this time, the robot made a sound: "Hahahaha!

Then, the robot's whole body turned red.

Grom secretly screams that something bad happens, and the ending is just like Grom said, the robot explodes.

Grom was blown to the ground, blood spitting out of his mouth.

Snow was stained red with blood, and the voice appeared in Grom's ears again: "Hahahahaha!

Grom's whole body trembled, his eyes turned red, and now anyone who knew Grom would find that Grom had entered a state of rage that he had never experienced before.

Grom stuck the axe into the ground, and he slowly climbed up along it.

"Hey, you can still fight!" the voice was startled, "but can you still find me?"

Grom roared, he clenched his axe tightly and shouted word by word, "Sword, blade, wind, storm!"

The storm begins!