The large orc soldier did not appear as honest and upright as his rugged appearance, and the warrior, covered in thick, curly brown hair, pulled out the two battle axes that he carried behind his back, and did not immediately rush into battle. Instead, he circled around Riga like a lone wolf hunting, his feet wrapped in black snow badger skin, leaving oval marks on the snow on the ground.

Rigga's body, wrapped in a coat of coarse linen, trembled slightly in the cold wind, looking fragile and able to be blown by a large cold wind. Under his disguise, even the murder weapon with dark red blood stains on the hammer head lost its shock in the eyes of the orcs.

Moreover, the bloodstained bandage on the hunter's waist dangled in front of the orc soldier's eyes, allowing him to recognize this weakness. The warrior holds a single-edged axe across his chest in his left hand, and a double-edged battle axe in the other hand that rotates with the swing of his wrist, as if the weapon that is slashed out in this way can have more power.

The winds blowing from the back of the hills continued to rise because of the obstacles, and they carried an astonishing cold air, rolling up a cloud of snow and confusing the sky on the other side of the hills.

When the snowflakes fell on the heads of Rucka and the orcs, the brown-haired warrior finally launched a continuous attack like a raging blizzard. Two battle axes with a deep cyan glow swung in his hands, and swept towards the lone Riga like a whirlwind. Even Paso 'Scarface', who had just crushed the ice crystals on his beard, was amazed at the fighting power of this orc soldier.

Just when the orc warriors thought that the Quaid warrior who challenged them alone would be chopped to pieces, Riga finally moved his slightly clumsy body due to the cold. The hammer, most of which had been cut off, swung in his hand, slammed into the orc-slashed tomahawk. With a crisp "clanging" sound, small pieces of shattered metal cracked from the weapon and flew into the snow to the side.

The orc soldier also had a blood mark on his face, and a dark red drop of blood was oozing out of his skin, hanging at the bottom of the wound. The orc, however, didn't care about the scars on his face, but the gaps in the blades of the two tomahawks made his flesh ache.

Looking at the notch on the blade of the axe and the marks on the surface of the axe, the orc soldier rushed forward like a madman, waving the weapon in his hands. Rriga's destruction of his weapons had already sparked all his rage. But Riga seemed to have an advantage in strength and skill compared to him, and the rough and heavy mace swung like a pine needle in his hand, able to block every attack in time each time.

"Die!" the orc soldiers, who had never been able to find a chance to break through, finally resorted to the means of fighting for their lives. The tomahawk in his left hand held the hammer head that smashed at him, and regardless of the uneven surface of the hammer and the burrs on it, he stretched out his arm and wrapped it around the crook of his elbow. Another double-edged battle axe, which is used to attack, takes the opportunity to slash down on Rigga's shoulder, in an attempt to deprive the hunter of his primary combat power.

But it was at this moment that Riga was waiting, his already free left hand had already pulled out the short knife behind his waist, and the strong and solid muscles made his arm appear in front of the orc at an astonishing speed, piercing into his chest, which was only protected by a layer of tattered leather armor.

When the fragile heart was pierced, the power contained in the orc soldier's body immediately disappeared without a trace. The metallic tomahawk slashed from his feeble hand and was securely held in the hunter's hand, becoming a trophy of glory and blood.

"Whew!" Rriga roared like a wounded beast at the top of the hill with his right hand in his right hand, his thin linen coat cracking open from his swollen muscles, revealing hard, almost bronzed skin. And the head of the orc warrior has been cut off by the hunter, trampled under his feet almost insultingly.

This time, Paso 'Scarface' couldn't control his tyrannical emotions any longer, and while the rude and grumpy orc warrior admired Rriga who challenged them alone, it didn't mean he could tolerate his men being beheaded and trampled under their feet like filthy eggs.

"Quaid!" a thunderous voice exploded in Riga's ears, and as he watched, the stocky Paso stepped out of a crowd of tall orc soldiers. The great axe, which was larger than the wheel of the carriage, was carried by him on his broad shoulders, and it seemed not at all coordinated.

"I will be your opponent myself!" a heavy beastly gasp came from Paso's nostrils, and then the orc continued, "I will personally put an end to your glory and bring upon you the shadow of death." But as the price of your insult to the orc warriors. I swear, Quid people, that you will be beheaded as well as my warriors!"

"I'm waiting for the moment when you're knocked out!" replied with a stiff open throat, Riga replied with an equally unyielding hoarseness. From the body of this short orc, the hunter already felt a savage force, and even he was ready to go berserk.

Without waiting for Riga to regain his strength, Paso directly took off the battle axe on his shoulder and slashed at Riga without any tricks. The swift speed and brutal force caused the heavy air to be lightly parted by the great axe, sliding to both sides without hindrance. The blade of the axe, which shimmered with a dark cyan metallic light, slashed at Riga's forehead, and even an ice boar wrapped in ice and dirt would have been severely injured by the attack.

Gripping the double-edged tomahawk he had just snatched in his right hand, Rriga flung forward on the left side of his body, causing the tattered mace and tomahawk to collide with each other. As violent as an avalanche, the impact caused the surrounding orc warriors to shrink their heads in fright, and then they saw Riga hurriedly take a few steps back, and finally fell to the ground. Their captain, Paso, was still standing firmly on the ground, his body as straight as before.

"Ah!" exclaimed Monica, who was struggling to chop a thick birch tree in the forest about a hundred yards from the combat position. Her eyes swept over Rhagar's fallen figure, but when the hunter stood up as if nothing had happened, the warrioress retook a breath of cold, rotting leaf air and threw herself into the tree-cutting work.

After spitting out a mouthful of crimson blood, Riga's chest cleared a little. The hunter cursed himself in his heart as he unleashed a frenzy. A stream of heat, thicker than before, flowed through his body, eventually dissipating into his limbs, causing the wounded part of him to heal.

Feeling the strength of the muscles that was about to burst his body, the hunter immediately rose from the ground with agility and no signs of injury. The mace in his left hand had flown to nowhere, but luckily he still had an even deadlier double-edged battle axe in his right hand.

As if he had seen a three-legged reindeer, he looked at Riga as he got up, and Paso 'Scarface' widened his eyes and scanned it several times before he was sure that the hunter was really unharmed. But this only inspired him to be a powerful warrior!

Paso let out a 'whoo' growl, and his short legs spun swiftly through the snow as he charged towards the hunter. The huge battle axe was held above his head, and the sharp blade shimmered with a bloodthirsty glow, as if to taste the blood of the Quaids.

But the hunter already has a power that is not inferior to him!

After moving his aching bones a few times, Riga leaned forward and lowered his center. Silently calculating the collision with the orcs in his heart. The handle of the tomahawk was clenched tightly in his right hand, and he began to scream 'wail' because he could not bear the enormous and brutal force.

"Kill!" Riga roared as Paso, who had swooped in like a wild boar, was less than three yards away from the hunter. The sturdy body seems to be a predatory snow leopard, and it nimbly rushes towards the 'Scarface'.

A loud avalanche sound was heard again, but what the orc soldiers had hoped for did not happen. The Quaid who had insulted his companion was not split in half as he had imagined, but Paso, the most powerful warrior in their hearts, was forced to take a step back.

Only Paso, who had confronted Riga head-on, knew how powerful the force had just surged from his weapon! The brute force of the snow ape almost caused him to fall to the ground because he lost his balance. "Madness?!" said with obvious incredulity in his tone, and Paso's lips trembled as he uttered the demonic words that terrified him.

Frenzy is a talent possessed by Quid warriors, and the 'Berserker' activates this talent for the most devout believers. Every Quaid warrior with the ability to go berserk is the most powerful and fearless warrior, they know no pain, they are tireless, and they will not stop as long as they are not attacked in a fatal way.

The reason why Paso cared so much about madness was because he had watched the previous chief of the tribe be beheaded by the Quaid warriors after the madness. Otherwise, as a member of the Chieftains' Guard, he would not have been sent by the current chieftain who had risen from the ranks of the lower orcs to this dangerous safari party.

"Impossible!!" Paso, who was recalling the bloody scene before, was suddenly awakened by the cold wind blowing in. At this time, this orc, who was covered in cold sweat, realized that the Quaid talent in front of him was just a rookie with about the second level strength. And madness is something that Quaid warriors can only possess after they have surpassed the strength of the sixth level!

'Hidden power?well, that's the only way. The sudden thought answered Paso's doubts, and the orc who suddenly realized it immediately brandished the giant axe in his hand and shouted: "Despicable Quaid!

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