The orcs ripped off the gray bear skin they wore in a frenzy, revealing a body as strong as a rock and a brown body as lush as dead grass. With tendons on his forehead swollen with rage, Paso swung the monstrous axe in his hand and slammed into the crimson Quaid.

This time, the orcs, who had lost their contempt, finally blocked Riga's attack. After the violent clash of weapons, Scarface's body only shook slightly before he held back the tomahawk that had slashed at him. Then his thick arms lifted upward, pushing the hunter away from the downward force, and took a few steps back.

Paso's hands tingle with the brutal power that comes from the weapon, but the fanatical warrior cares nothing about his cracked jaws. With the dark red blood running down his palm, he slashed out his tomahawk one after another, allowing Riga to dodge for a short time and not fight back.

Violent impacts continued to come from the axe in his hand, and the hunter was forced to retreat by the brute force that surged over, and the footprints of the two dragged on the snow, and soon pulled out two shallow ravines. At this time, the disadvantage of the height of the orc Paso began to be revealed. As Riga retreated, the distance between the orcs and him grew farther and farther away, allowing the two sides of the grappling to gradually disperse.

More than a dozen uninterrupted blocks made the hunter's arms numb, but the heat flow in his body kept flowing, quickly repairing the injured muscles and wounds, and restoring Rigga's combat power to its peak.

Just as Riga was about to rush up and fight Paso again, a slight muffled sound suddenly came from not far away, attracting the attention of many orc soldiers. Of course, the hunter guessed that it was the sound of a female warrior moving a birch, but the orc soldier, driven by curiosity, separated the two and walked towards the forest a hundred yards away.

Riga couldn't let them interrupt Monica's work, so the hunter jumped from the top of the hill, bypassed Paso in the defense, and rushed towards the orc soldiers who were watching the battle. Wrapped in snow badger skin, his feet plunged into the snow, and the hunter rolled and then easily stood up, swinging his tomahawk and ramming into his nearest enemy.

The blade of the bronze axe glistened in the light of the reflected light of the snow, and it was not until he had reached a distance of less than three yards from the orc that the soldier hastily held his weapon to his chest. But the weapon in his hand was nothing more than a crude spear. The shaft of the spear, made of pine wood and coated with a layer of animal tendon boiling, was tough but not strong enough! It only had time to make a crunch before it could be split in two.

The next thing that was split was the orc's chest, and the spear soldier was cut with a horrific wound from his chest to his abdomen. Dark red blood and various organs slipped down from the massive wound, staining the ground beneath his feet red. What terrified the rest of the orcs even more was that this orc had not lost his life immediately. The soldier cried as he sent the intestines that had been cut out of his abdomen back to his stomach, but this only hastened his death. After the frozen internal organs were stuffed into the warm abdominal cavity, he immediately began to suck the temperature of his body. After less than five breaths, the soldier fell silently to his knees on the ground, reduced to a corpse as cold as ice.

Taking advantage of the absence of Paso's resistance, the frenzied Riga rushed left and right in the orc ranks, defeating four soldiers in a short period of time, and successfully attracting back the two orcs who were about to check the forest.

The orc warrior Paso realizes something is wrong when Riga shakes him over, but he also thinks it's the Quaid trying to escape. But when he turned his head awkwardly, his eyes were filled with blood. In less than two breaths, an orc soldier was already being cut to the ground.

"Shameful coward!" anger erupted from Paso's breath like a burning dragon's breath, and the stocky warrior had been provoked by Riga to lose all his mind.

Sturdy legs trudging through the snow, Scarface immediately turned around and rushed back, but three more soldiers were cut to the ground in the process. The cold and cruel environment made the survival rate of the injured on the ice field extremely low, so the orcs who had been chopped in these three vital parts with huge wounds quickly lost the temperature of their bodies.

But soon the hunter had no chance to kill the orc soldiers, because Paso finally rushed up and fought with him. And this time 'Scarface' didn't stop the other soldiers from besieging Riga. All kinds of weapons are held in the hands of orcs, and they rush up to attack hunters whenever they have the chance.

The weapon that stabbed silently from time to time finally gave Riga a taste of injury again, and a few shallow scars were distributed on the majestic body, but fortunately it did not make the frenzied hunter feel pain. Luckily, the Orc shooters were left at the bottom of the hills to defend against the Snow Ape's attack, otherwise the battle would have been much tougher for Riga.

The growth of the mysterious heat flow seems to have made the Quaid go crazy for a little longer, but after a few fights with Paso, Riga finally felt the weakening of the heat flow in his body. The hunter swipped his tomahawk around, and then ignored the orc soldiers who were rushing towards him, and rushed straight towards the birch forest where Monica was hiding. According to the time of silent meditation in her heart, the female warrior should have made a rudimentary tool at this time.

The Quid escape seemed to stunned the orc soldiers again, but hatred made them follow without hesitation. Only by defeating Riga will they earn the honor they lost. But Riga was visibly more accustomed to the snow-covered ground than they were, and the hunter leaped forward with a violent movement of his legs, and in a few breaths threw the orc soldiers' ranks ten yards away. Paso was slow to move, but most of the orc soldiers followed his roar and ran ahead.

As we got closer and closer to the forest, a reassuring scene finally appeared. From the edge of the forest, a warriorwoman in a gray cloak was pushing a thick birch trunk out of it, and from the arc of her body bursting, Riga could roughly judge the weight of the trunk, about a thousand pounds heavier than the snow bear he had hunted. But this is already quite an easy thing for a female warrior who is born weak.

After seeing the hunter running over, a gentle curve finally appeared on the face of the female warrior who was covered with sweat and melted snow. Then she pushed the log in front of her harder so that it could slide down the hill as quickly as possible.

At the moment when the female warrior appeared, the orcs finally knew what the two Quaids were planning. Paso quickly gave the order to attack with throwing spears, and the two orc soldiers quickly drew their short bayonets from behind them, and then threw them vigorously as they ran. The rounded arms gave the lances a terrifying lethality, and the bayonets swirled erratically in the air, eventually landing less than a yard behind the hunter and plunging into the soft snow, startling Rigga.

Without slowing down at all, Riga finally rushed to the vicinity of the female warrior. The mad body slammed into the slow-rolling log with savage force, sending the rotten black, slush-stained birch trunk jerking forward and sliding down the hill. Tired-faced, Monica immediately climbed the bulge and sat on the log, then pressed her hands on the rough bark.

Riga's body lunged forward as well, trying to climb the log that was sliding at an accelerated pace while the madness was not gone. But the heat that had begun to fade had drained him of strength, and the hunter only grabbed a bulge at the end of the log, while his body dragged forward on the snow, leaving a visible mark on the ground.

As the orc soldiers gradually reached the place where the log slid down, "Scarface" Paso finally climbed up breathlessly. He began by ordering his soldiers to chase after him, but it was only when he and several of them slipped and fell on the snow that the brave warrior gave up on this unrealistic idea. But he snatched a bayonet from the orc soldier next to him, and threw it at the hunter with all his might, as if to vent the frustration in his heart.

Under the projectile of savage force, the short pine made of pine pierced faster and faster with a sharp wail. When the log flew over a rock, Riga, who was already weakened, was immediately thrown up by the bumpy ground and actively crashed into the direction where the spear fell. As the hunter was about to be pierced in the chest by the tip of the spear, a slender but powerful arm suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, dragging his heavy body through and slamming it down on the log.

Watching the tail of the throwing spear piercing into the snow getting farther and farther away from him, the hunter finally remembered to smile at Monica, who had pulled him to the log, and then his eyes went black and fell into a coma.

Looking at the few small wounds on Rigga's body, Monica's eyes flashed with an inexplicable color, and then she hugged the log tightly with her other hand and began this safe but extremely bumpy journey.

With rudimentary tools, it took them only one prayer to reach the bottom of this side of the hill. When Riga woke up again from the pain, his misty eyes realized that he and the female warrior had rolled on a thick snow. The log that had previously carried them slid forward with great speed until it slammed into a boulder more than ten feet high, shattering into several pieces.

Stretching out his numb right hand to wipe away the snow and snow stuck to his face, the hunter realized that his immobile left hand was actually held by Monica. And the female warrior, after discovering the awakened Riga, immediately let go of her right hand, and said in a strong defense: "If you don't do this, you will have broken into several pieces like that log." ”

Faced with such Monica, Riga didn't know what to say, after all, all his 'experience' came from bragging and farting between mercenaries. In this way, the hunter had to scratch his head, smirk a few times, and then took the initiative to stand up and scan his surroundings.