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The pace of spring is getting closer and closer, even the night breeze seems so gentle, the moonlight is like washing, a few shallow pools below have become bright mirrors, and the mist like clouds is rising on the pond water, this quiet small canyon looks like a fairyland. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From the perspective of Han Jin and Chief Gail, you can clearly see the whole picture of the small canyon, there are several wooden houses erected by the pond, which were originally the villas built by Dismark for himself, and after the invasion of the elves, they have been owned by the elves.

"There's a bit of a contradiction in my heart......" Han Jin sighed softly.

"Contradiction?" asked Chief Gail, stunned.

"Someone told me. Han Jin smiled: "Every life, every race has the right to refuse to live in fear, I agree with his point of view, but what I am doing now is to sow the seeds of terror as much as possible, because this method is the most effective and simple." ”

He thinks...... Orcs have the same power?" Of course, the head of Gale knew who 'he' was in Han Kou.

"No, they gave up. Han Jin said softly: "When they chose barbarism and gave up civilization, they gave up all their power. ”

"So, you're feeling sorry for the elves?" said Chief Gale slowly.

Han Jin was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Forget it, anyway...... Sooner or later, these things are going to happen, and we're just getting a little bit of a time ahead of them. ”

Manager Gail kept his mouth shut, he thought that the reason why Han Jin was hesitant was because of an elf, Xenil!

In fact, Chief Gale was wrong, when Han Jin first learned of the elven clan's large-scale invasion and Suniel's betrayal, he was eager to kill all the elves, and once he even released 'one stone to stir up a thousand waves', which was not much necessary, and only a large group of ordinary elves besieged him, which was enough to prove the hatred in Han Jin's heart.

Han Jin will hesitate, precisely because he has jumped out of his private emotions, feelings, and connections, and evaluates the elves from a higher perspective, Solomon once said to him that the elves are very kind, and during the reign of the elven empire, all races lived in peace and happiness, and the quality of life far exceeded that of the later orc empire and the human empire, most elves did not like wealth, did not like to live a life of poverty and luxury, they only liked beautiful things, so under their rule, there were many fewer disputes in the continent.

In this chaotic era, many elven tribes have united to try to restore the glory of the elven empire, this is just their last struggle, the reason is not in themselves, but in the human race, human beings are too oppressive of the elven living space, so that the elves feel a danger of complete extinction, so, they do not like war they are forced to get together, let out an angry roar.

Solomon's attitude is very clear, the greedy jackal, must be eliminated, the beautiful butterflies, but the embellishment of the world, they themselves do not pose a threat to humans, on the contrary, as long as they do it properly, the elves can become the most loyal comrades of mankind.

Because of what is lost, what must be destroyed, this logic is childish and crazy, and Han Jin has already jumped out of it, and now when he thinks of Shanil, he just feels a faint regret, a faint pain, and will never anger the entire elf clan because of Shaniel.

Some faint shadows appeared in the canyon, and Han Jin said softly: "It's ...... started" There was another sentence he didn't say, he hoped it was the last time.

Chief Gale nodded, his figure disappearing into the night wind, and Han Jin's figure shrank into the ground.

When Han Jin came out of a camp tent, a noisy shout came to his face, and the smell in the camp tent was very unpleasant, the smell was extremely fishy, and the furnishings in the camp tent were also messy, with tattered clothes and many miscellaneous items, thrown everywhere.

Han Jin tidied up his robe and walked slowly to the outside of the tent, today, he didn't wear that signature battle armor, it was too conspicuous, he couldn't let the soldiers outside recognize him.

The curtain was opened, and a heavily armed orc warrior walked in, and when he saw Han Jin, he couldn't help but be stunned, he couldn't figure out why a human would appear in his tent inexplicably.

Han Jin stretched out his hand, pulled out a snow-bright scimitar from the tent wall, and sent it forward, and with a pop, the scimitar stabbed into the throat of the orc warrior like a devastating one.

In the orc clan, because of the constraints of conditions, only commanders at all levels are qualified to have their own tents, and the strength of the orc warriors is not weak, but although Han Jin's movements seem to be full of slow and logical flavor, they are actually extremely fast, and after the orc warrior saw Han Jin draw his sword, he immediately wanted to open his mouth to call, but he didn't even have time to make a sound, and his throat was cut.

Han Jin grabbed the orc warrior's shoulder with his hand and pulled it slightly, his body was put aside at the same time, and the orc warrior fell straight to the ground, the scimitar piercing through the back of his neck stretched out like an ivory, trembling slightly in the air.

Han Jin lifted the curtain and strode out, it was not very late, the energetic orc warriors did not rest, they sat around the campfire in groups, talking and laughing loudly, drinking, in several places where the commander was sitting, there were even dance performances, of course, the performers were all human women, most of the women were untidy, or simply naked [***] When they performed, there were orc warriors carrying long whips or scimitars and grinning in the back, if any woman did not work hard, or made a cry, ruining everyone's interest, the whip and scimitar in their hands would not hesitate to swing down, it was not to scare people, but to really do it.

As for what they are going to drink and play after the wine in their hands is drunk and the women are killed, the question is meaningless to them, there is a bigger world and more lambs waiting for them outside, and the creation, production, or cherishing of resources and so on have nothing to do with them.

For all the orc warriors, Han Jin who suddenly appeared was undoubtedly a killing god, but unfortunately, Han Jin walked a hundred meters in the camp, and no one noticed him.

Han Jin's expression remained calm throughout, and a flash of golden light flashed in his eyes when he saw several relatively burly and somewhat ugly orc women laughing and applauding, and a few children kicking a human man's head around as a ball, but then he returned to his original state.

A team of orc warriors and a few shamans walked out from behind the tent with a smile, and when they saw Han Jin looking around, they couldn't help but be stunned, while Han Jin's gaze swept over them and turned away as if nothing happened.

The orc warriors were accustomed to the scene of humans crying and pleading, and Han Jin gave them the feeling that it was too different, there was no fear, no anger, nothing, it was a kind of silence that seeped into the bone marrow.

They had the intention to stop Han Jin, but Han Jin was calm, like a big man who ran to the slum area for a private visit, and they didn't dare to act rashly until Han Jin walked past them, and they didn't make up their minds, the shamans looked at each other, and then two shamans followed Han Jin from afar.

Han Jin is looking for the supreme commander of the orc clan, which is easy to find, they are always like the most naïve nouveau riche, and put all the good things they have stolen on their bodies as much as possible, just like those shamans just now, their bodies are full of all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, and the higher the status, the more orcs will hang, otherwise, they don't know how to highlight their authority.

After walking more than fifty meters, at this time, there were more and more orcs who noticed Han Jin, and countless eyes were focused on Han Jin, they were all wondering, what was that human being going to do?

Suddenly, a burly orc warrior with a dozen guards walked over from the front, and Han Jin's gaze paused slightly on the orc warrior, it should be about the same.

At this moment, an orc woman stood up from the campfire with the child in her arms, greeted the warrior opposite with a smile, and then put the child on the ground, and the child spread his arms, staggered and ran towards the orc warrior opposite.

The orc warrior had a fierce face with a hideous look, but when he saw the child, his eyes softened, and then he found Han Jin, who, like the other orcs, looked surprised.

At this moment, Han Jin is already a real divine dragon, unlike the dragons of this world, he can dive into the abyss, he can soar for nine days, when he wants to be quiet, it is as if it does not exist at all, even the orc warriors who are close at hand can't feel his danger, when he wants to do something, the wind and thunder and lightning will follow him, and even the whole world will roar with him.

Han Jin took a diagonal step to block the child, and then reached out and grabbed the child's hair and lifted the child up, this feeling must have been very uncomfortable, the child opened his mouth, revealing two immature fangs, and his hands and legs were dancing wildly.

Han Jin's eyes were full of gold, and suddenly, everything around him miraculously stopped, he saw the orc warrior on the opposite side showing a frightened look, his hand also hovering beside the hilt of the knife, and the orc female surnamed behind him had her eyes wide open, and her body put on a forward posture, as if she wanted to pounce on her child and take it back. The two shamans who followed behind, one was stunned, the other reacted quickly, put two fingers in his mouth, as if he was about to whistle, and there were many, many orc warriors who saw Han Jin's movements, all of them with big eyes, some seemed to be in a hurry to jump up, and some seemed to be looking for their own weapons. But not all orcs saw this scene, in the distance, a human woman was lying on the ground, her face was terrified, one hand was raised, protecting her head, her bloodshot mouth was half open, as if she was begging for something, her chest and back, And her face was covered with whip marks, it was not that she didn't want to jump, but she really couldn't dance, the orc warrior who was in charge of supervising her was very vicious, and deliberately forced her to dance on a piece of rubble, from dusk to now, the soles of her feet have been ground to blood, and even the bones are exposed, she really can't dance. The orc warrior beside the woman had raised the scimitar in his hand, in fact, he was still kinder, because he found a reason for himself, and the other companions didn't care so much, they could play if they wanted, and kill if they wanted.

Everything around him was frozen in Han Jin's mind, he could clearly see the expressions of every orc, in great detail, and the next moment, Han Jin suddenly smiled, and then threw the child out with his backhand.

In the distance, the orc warrior swung his knife and slashed, but something shot from the side, blocking the knife, and then blood splashed, and the orc warrior was blindfolded by the sudden blood, and was also startled, and the angle of the scimitar then changed, and landed on the woman's side.

The orc female surname behind Han Jin howled, and pounced on Han Jin like crazy, Han Jin turned around and kicked in the other party's heart, his memory would not be wrong, just now, the orc female surname and the child were laughing at the bloody scene that happened in the field.

The orc woman flew out upside down like a cannonball, hitting the shaman behind her, rolling into a ball, the orc woman's injuries were not clear, but the shaman's skull obviously collapsed into a large piece, and the two fingers that reached out of her mouth were also stiff, and she could no longer make any sound.

Oh...... The orc warrior on the opposite side let out a hysterical roar, and almost instantly entered a state of madness, shooting at Han Jin with a snowy scimitar.

Han Jin's right hand hovered in the air, slowly retracting backwards, as if he was pulling a thousand catties of weight, his movements and demeanor were very heavy.

When the stunned orc warrior pounced on Han Jin, Han Jin's right hand could no longer shrink back, and then swung forward, and a fist that was imperceptible to the naked eye erupted like a volcanic eruption, colliding with the orc warrior.

If Alquet, who is known for his spiritual power, sends this punch, at such a close distance, the orc warrior can only turn into countless splatters of flesh and blood, purely from the strength of his spiritual power, Han Jin's divine thoughts are not as good as Alquete, and the skills he uses are a little rusty, and the power is much worse.

With a loud bang, the orc warrior shot back at a faster speed, his body visibly deformed, the scimitar in his hand hanging limply, and the guards who rushed up with the leader were swept up by the torrent of fists.

Han Jin picked up a shield from the ground on his toes, and threw it with a backhand, the shaman saw his companion die tragically, and saw the leader being knocked away in an instant, as the only wise man of the orc clan, he panicked at that time, turned around and fled in panic, the roaring shield hit the back of his head, and split his head in half diagonally, the shaman staggered out two steps and fell to the ground.

Kill...... Kill...... The camp became boiling, and countless orc warriors shouted in the direction of Han Jin, they were never afraid of fighting, no matter how strong the opponent was, not to mention that the leader was already fierce, if they evaded, they would inevitably suffer the most severe punishment, at this moment, they could only fight to the death.

Han Jin picked up the two scimitars and casually faced the fury tide composed of orc warriors, and suddenly, pieces of extremely dazzling sword light bloomed out of thin air.

Han Jin had never used this kind of weapon, but he had the perceptive vision, the incomparably strong strength, and the speed of lightning, all of which allowed him to gain skills comparable to those of a great grandmaster the moment he held the two scimitars.

The battle scene is particularly eerie, and if the orcs can survive by chance, they will never forget the scene in front of them for the rest of their lives.

Han Jin's footsteps didn't stop for a moment, and the sword light dancing out of his hands had already formed a curtain of light, but the soldiers present could hardly hear the noise, and no one was qualified to collide with Han Jin's double blades.

Every time the soft light curtain passed, one warrior covered his throat and fell softly, one warrior fell is nothing, ten warriors fall is nothing, but hundreds of warriors slowly fall down in a similar movement, others can't even see what is happening, the weirdness has reached the level of indescribable, so that the orc warriors who have always been afraid of death also feel terrifying.

Han Jin was still wielding the light of the sword, his eyes were looking straight ahead, but there was no focus, as if he couldn't see anything, but it seemed that everything was under his control, no matter what the strength of the warrior in front of him was, he would always only need a knife, gently slashing through the opponent's softest throat, that's all, he didn't bother to cut the enemy's leather armor, although it didn't take much effort to do so.

No matter how many fighters came up from all around, and no matter what kind of attack they sent, as long as they got a little close to Han Jin, they would fall silently, and Han Jin's body was already splashed with blood, but he didn't care, he just strode forward, and every step he took could take the lives of several fighters, as if he was not wielding a weapon, but a god of death.

In a moment, Han Jin finally came out of the formation, leaving behind him a bloody path that was more than four hundred meters long, and also left behind the corpses of countless orc warriors, whether they were lying on their backs or on their stomachs, they all had the same movement, they were all tightly covering their throats with their hands.

Han Jin didn't look back, he danced a knife flower in his hand, threw it downward, choked the ground, two scimitars plunged deep into the ground, the hilt was still trembling violently, and then Han Jin strode forward and walked into the night.

Solomon said that beating in the chest of the orc clan is the heart of a wolf, many times, wolves and dogs will always have something in common, if Han Jin turns over and kills back, the remnants of the orc warriors are likely to scatter in a hurry, but Han Jin actually fled, which made the orc warriors have the courage again, almost hundreds of warriors led out the wind wolf, roaring and chasing after it, at least, they want to let the big people who rushed over to support see with their own eyes that they have not avoided the battle, they have been chasing and killing the enemy, maybe they can be exempted from punishment.

Han Jin walked unhurriedly on the field, of course, his speed was very fast, and unhurried only meant his demeanor and movements.

(To be continued)