Rogge and Antonio, who were surrounded by enemy legions in the hinterland of the Dragon Valley, immediately ordered their 10,000 orc soldiers to maintain formation and prepare for battle, but before Antonio's military orders could reach every legion phalanx, the enemy army was already close at hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this, the orc soldiers picked up the battle axes and hammers in their hands, and before Antonio could give the order, they roared and rushed towards the enemy, and each legion rushed to the nearest enemy army for the battle, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing were deafening in the valley, and the scene became chaotic.

"I really don't know how the orc generals command the army?" Antonio, who was in the midst of the chaos, stabbed an enemy orc soldier to death with his holy spear, and said to Rog behind him.

"I guess they don't need to command at all!" Rog dodged over an oncoming spear, and the moment the sharp tip of the spear stabbed Antonio's back, he grabbed the shaft of the spear, and the winged blade took up and down to cut off the spearhead of the spear.

The half-orc holding the spear was stunned for a moment, but did not withdraw the spear shaft in his hand, but continued to poke the spear shaft in his hand at Antonio, Rogge saw this and swung his knife again to cut off the spear shaft stretched forward, the half-orc raised his head and glared at him, and couldn't help but launch a fierce attack, holding the spear in his hand and rushing towards Antonio.

Rogge stood in place and watched him rush towards him, the winged light blade in his hand "swished" and slashed three times in a row, and the spear shaft fell "crackling" under his feet, the half-orc had rushed to him at this time, Rog silently stretched his legs, and the half-orc pounced on Antonio with a dog eating.

Rog punched the orc with the fallen angel's left hand, and the orc soldier fell to the ground in front of him unconscious, Rog was about to turn around and walk away, but suddenly saw the orc struggling to raise his head, he impatiently turned around and punched the orc's head again, and the orc fell to the ground again.

"What a stubborn guy. Rog raised his eyebrows and sighed, and was about to step and turn around, when one leg was raised when he suddenly heard a moan from the orc soldier lying on the ground, and struggled to raise his head again.

"Damn, do you have to be so stubborn?" Rog rushed forward and stomped on his back, throwing three punches at his head, the orc fell to the ground in a daze, Rog stared at him for ten seconds with his fist up, making sure he didn't get up again, and then let him go.

"This is the most stubborn orc I've ever seen......" Rog said to the little owl on his shoulder as he looked around at the chaotic battlefield around him, pulling a cigar out of his tobacco pouch and lighting it.

Little Furball glanced behind him and said, "Bad wolf, I don't want to warn you, but he hasn't fainted yet......"

Rogge turned his head in surprise and saw that the half-orc soldier just now was struggling to raise his head again, Rogge looked at him dumbfounded, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.

Annoyed, he rushed up and grabbed the orc soldier, pinned him to the ground and beat him violently, until he lay motionless on the ground, and then sat on his back and picked up the cigar he had dropped on the ground.

"I've heard that the Lord God is actually a screenwriter, and he is planning our destiny and life," Rogge said angrily to the little furball while lighting a cigarette: "The question now is, which bastard screenwriter wrote the script, how can there be such a guy who would rather die than faint?"

"Actually, I want to ask," the little furball muttered as he leaned on Rogge's shoulder, "why don't you cut off his head, so much trouble." ”

"I won't," Rog said, raising an eyebrow and glancing at her, "I can't even beat a half-orc, am I still a lone wolf?"

"I knew that donkey-eared wolves were much more stubborn than orcs!" the little furball rolled his eyes and grunted as he threw up his little head.

"What are you muttering?" Rogge looked back at the little furball, who looked around nonchalantly.

Rogge glared at her, stood up with the lit cigar in his mouth, pulled out the ghost fire bolt from his waist, looked at the five directions where the enemy troops were pouring out, raised the ghost fire bolt and fired five shots at the sky of the five valley mouths, and the five ghost fire bombs burst into the sky with brilliant light.

"Bad wolf, what are you going to do?" the little furball curiously looked at the blooming ghost fire bombs in the sky and said, "Do you want to blow up all the ugly monsters without dividing the enemy?"

"I'm just going to cut off the enemy reinforcements," Rog sat down on the backs of the orc soldiers again, snorted his cigar leisurely and said, "Anyway, the orcs we brought don't plan to fight under our command, we just need to cut off the enemy reinforcements, and leave the rest to the orcs to solve by themselves, they are the best at fighting on their own." ”

Before Rog's words fell, five undead cannonballs burning with green flames fell from the sky and fell into the five valleys that poured out of the enemy army, and the huge explosion was accompanied by the violent shaking of the earth and roared between the heavens and the earth, and the five valleys suddenly burst into flames.

The continuous bombardment of the undead cannonballs completely cut off the enemy's reinforcements, and the white bone beasts that got up from the undead cannonfire launched a fierce attack on the surrounding enemy orcs, and the enemy troops in the five valleys were forced back by the blazing undead flames and white bone beasts, while the orcs in the hinterland of the Dragon Falling Valley were in a helpless predicament.

Soon, the orc soldiers brought by Rog and Antonio won the battle, and all the isolated enemy troops were wiped out, Antonio walked up to Rog, who was sitting on the back of the orc soldier and smoked, lifted the mask of the silver helmet and stared at him, "You shouldn't be sitting here smoking all the time, right?"

"Not really, I even set off a few fireworks. Rogge raised his eyebrows at him, stood up and stretched, and said, "It seems that we can't find anyone who asks us for help, what do you think about this, Captain?"

"This is obviously a trap," Antonio said, looking around at the orc soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield, "There are only two possibilities, either Batis, who asked us for help, betrayed us, or he has been captured and someone has brought us here in his name." ”

"That's what we need to look into. Rogge flicked the ash of his cigar and stood up in agreement.

"Originally, I was going to let you and Lilith go to find the enemy commander and then arrest him for interrogation, but your mess seems to have made this impossible, and we can't even find a tongue now, so how can we find it next?" asked Antonio, pinching his waist and staring at him.

Rog pouted on the ground, Antonio frowned slightly in surprise, and lowered his head in the direction he signaled, only to see the orc who had just been sitting on the ground of his ass struggling to raise his head.