Grimg Ironhide slaughtered in the dimly lit crypt for three days and three nights, and the corpses that fell at his feet piled up so much that they blocked an entire passage. Some of the rat men were disemboweled, some had their heads cut off, and some were chopped to pieces. Blood is like dirty water in a sewer, flowing throughout the tunnel.

Grimg picked up a wounded nezumi soldier, grabbed its head, and slammed it against the wall. Suddenly, the nezumi's skull shattered, and blood and brains splattered all over the ground like bursting watermelons.

He stepped on the back of a dying nezumi and plunged his tomahawk into his skull, causing the dying nezumi to breathe completely, dark red blood soaking its cheeks. The entire underground passage is like a blood hell.

It's over, it's finally over. After a whole month of slaughter, the rat nest was finally slaughtered. The Horror Castle, the Wailing Pool, the Haunted House, and the strange Nezumi area have all been slaughtered to the ground. Every room, every dark passage was filled with corpses.

Looking at the mountains of corpses in his eyes, Grimug Ironhide was both excited and a little disappointed. Over the past month, he has been in high spirits, full of enthusiasm and impulsiveness. And now, all the rats are dead, and he has lost his purpose once again......

No, not all goals......

He seemed to smell the rancid smell of rats in the darkness.

Grimg Ironhide tightened his grip on his weapon, twitching his short nose as he sniffed inside the "corpse chamber", sniffing the air. He knew that there was a mysterious opponent lurking in the darkness, an opponent who might really be able to live with him in a few moves.

However, he could not see it. The little goblin beside him was swept away by him with an axe again, and his body was smashed against the wall, and he slipped from the corner of the wall weakly.

Ironhide walked to the center of the room, where there were slightly fewer corpses, allowing him to better discern the other scents of the rotting corpse.

Grimg Ironhide wanted to roar, but he knew that his opponent was in the shadows, and he was in the light. If you want to lure your opponent into a move, you can't startle the snake. The warrior's acumen made him realize that the rat he encountered today was by no means an ordinary mouse. The enemy stalked quickly in the shadows, and he couldn't even find a trace of him. If it weren't for the innate excellent sense of smell, he might not have been able to find the other party at all.

Grimg Ironhide waited, carrying his tomahawk, sniffing every scent in the air. However, the smell has always been there, it's everywhere, it's in every corner of this room. Although there are his own guards outside the door, Iron Sheet does not want a group fight, there is a fight to fight, he prefers to have it alone. For Grimg, fighting is the happiest thing about being alive, the meaning of his existence, and the only thing that can stimulate him.

Finally, a pair of fiery red eyeballs appeared in the darkness, which were vengeful and bloodthirsty eyeballs, the eyes of the rat man. Grimg Ironhide couldn't see it, he just smelled the damn smell, and just as he was about to turn to meet his opponent, his opponent had already jumped on his back.

Ironhide felt like he was being sucked in by an eight-clawed spider on his back, and he was about to throw the damn mouse off his back, but a dagger glowing dark green was already reaching his throat. It's so fast that you don't even have time to react.

Grimg Ironhide roared, and instead of grabbing his opponent, he grabbed the dagger with his bare hands. Stopped the dagger from approaching the throat. In an instant, the dark green blade slashed horizontally, cutting a deep cut in the black orc's palm. It's so deep that it almost cuts to the bone.

Grimg Ironhide let out a cry of pain, stretched out his other hand, angrily grabbed the rat off his back, and smashed it against the wall like garbage! The rat man who was thrown out adjusted his body in the air as fast as he could, and the moment before he was about to hit the wall, he used his legs to kick the rock wall and land smoothly.

There was no sound when he landed, and the sharp assassin's dagger was still in his hand, and the green light emitted made the iron hide dazzling.

Grimg Ironskin, King of the Black Orcs, roared, picked up his axe, and slashed at the Nezumi Assassin.

However, the Nezumi Assassin was undaunted. With a hint of cunning in his blood-red eyes, he kicked his calf as Grimg Ironhide roared at him, killing him faster at a faster pace. A flash of green light flashed, and Grimug Ironhide screamed, and before he could slash at his opponent with his axe, he left a shocking wound in his calf.

Crimson blood poured out of the torn flesh and bones, staining the underside of the ironskin's right leg a dark red, and the nezumi assassins targeted the orc leader where he did not wear armor, his neck, calves, and ...... Ironhide roared, and though his foot and hand injuries were painful, the pain was the source of his fighting spirit. There is no doubt that he has once again found an opponent worth fighting for. It's just that I didn't expect that this was a "reward" after slaughtering an entire nezumi nest.

Grimg Ironhide slung his tomahawk on his shoulder, and with a smug smile on his lips, there was no doubt that the rat had it off.

"Let's have fun. "Fish fish

Grimug Ironhide growled contemptuously, and he roared again and attacked.

Gisnik drew bright red blood streaks in the air, which were the undried blood stains left by countless rats before. Blood dripped through the air, turning into scarlet arcs.

However, with each blow, the Assassin Rat nimbly dodged. Although it was a few centimeters away from each blow, the Assassin Rat was able to swim under the orc king's axe with his unmatched dexterity.

Axe after axe, Grimg Ironhide slashed the corpses into several pieces. But I still can't cut the nimble nezumi. He began to get annoyed, as if he was being teased. Grimg Ironhide longs for a real battle, like he did with the strongest warriors of the dwarves, where steel and flesh collide, like he did with the White Bear Lord, slashing at close range, clashing and scuffling together with the most powerful weapons. He wanted the kind of hearty fighting, not the dodgy fighting of the moment.

But the Nezumi Assassin doesn't care, all he wants is to kill his opponent, it doesn't matter what means he uses, what matters is that he is hired by others, and he has to complete the task.

Grimg Ironhide roared and attacked again, this time his tomahawk unleashed a deathstorm that slashed everything within two meters of him to pieces. Even a hard rock was cut into several pieces by Gisnik's chopping.

He slashed at the rock wall, but the Assassin Rat jumped on his back with a battle axe. The dagger glowing green stabbed down again. But this time Ironhide was prepared, and he roared angrily to shake the nezumi away.

In the next second, he frantically slashed at the nezumi assassin who had not yet stood on the ground.

The nezumi assassin rolled and dodged again, and the orc's axe slashed at a corpse, and was about to pull it out and slash again, only to hear a pop in the air, and a bomb the size of a goose egg rolled to the feet of the iron. Just as he was curious, billowing smoke rose from the bullet casing, drowning the iron sheet in the endless smoke. It's not a bomb at all! It's a smoke bomb! With Grimug Ironskin's physique and the armor he wears, a normal bomb can't kill him at all.

The cunning of the nezumi makes Ironhide furious again. He roared in rage, as if the entire crypt was about to collapse. But to no avail, the cunning Assassin Rat continued to observe in the shadows, looking for the best angle and timing of the stab. He didn't care what means he used, as long as he reached his goal, and now, the longer the time dragged on, the better it would be for him. Because the venom on the dagger is paralyzing this raging king of black orcs.

Grimg Ironskin felt dizzy, and his wound began to fester. He knew that it was poisoned by rats.

"Cunning fellow!"

He spat on. But the enemy still did not appear.

Grimg Ironhide stuck his tomahawk in the ground and held it up. At the same time, sniff the air around you. He couldn't see it, but he could still smell it. He knew that the assassin rat was still nearby.

A flying dagger in the thick fog injured Iron Fur again, and the dark green dagger stuck in the soles of his feet, blood flowing. At the same time, the Assassin Rats scurried through the mist. It was almost on all fours, and Grimug Ironhide couldn't see it, but he could hear it, he could smell it.

Finally, as the Nezumi Assassin galloped up and leaped high, Grimg Ironskin, the King of the Black Orcs, reached out with lightning speed and grabbed the Nezumi from the air.

The assassin rat struggled, but it was useless, it was too late. The orc gripped him by the neck, and Grimug Ironhide tightened his palms, only to hear the sound of bones shattering, and the Assassin Rat was wringing its neck in one fell swoop......

Grimg Ironhide has broken the necks of countless goblins, but none have been more painful. He crushed the rat's throat, drained the blood from it, and threw it into the pile of corpses like garbage. Yes, it does not deserve to fight him, to cower, to use poison, it is not the work of a warrior.

"What are we going to do now? ”

The orcs rushed in, and they saw the scarred iron sheets and the still hot nezumi corpse on the ground.

"Burned here. ”

Grimg Ironhide whispered. He never wanted to come here again, it was too boring. A bunch of guys who have no combat power......