Now it is becoming more and more suspicious that this damn chief of Hondos is actually an undercover agent within the Continental Alliance!

As an important figure in determining the success or failure of this mission, this ugly green-skinned monster has no sense of self-protection at all, and even runs wherever there are many enemies, drills wherever there are more dangers, and then stands motionless in the pile of enemies, allowing it to slash and slash blood without retreating. His meaning is already very clear: either he dies, and everyone breaks up and the mission fails; Either we'll risk our lives to get him out.

It's just coercion! It's blackmail!! It is a moral kidnapping that is forced to be shameless!! This half-orc hooligan who only wore a barrel skirt from top to bottom forced us to use his life to become a shield for him to block the gun's hole, and we were five unlucky people who had fallen to the extreme, while scolding his ancestors for eighteen generations in their hearts, but still had to "willingly" use their own flesh and blood to resist the sword.

“…… Go back to where you need to go......" The hot-headed chief shouted whenever he rushed at the enemy.

And every time at this time, I feel from the bottom of my heart that the person who should go back here is himself.

Finally, we've once again eliminated a group of brutal skeletons. The fierce fighting took our toll dearly, with less than a third of our lives remaining, the worst of which was a nocturne in B-flat minor, almost hacked to death with an axe, the armor of Niu Million's was badly damaged, and slight cracks began to appear in my sword. The magic power of the fairy has long been used to the bottom, and now it is completely dependent on the magic potion to barely support, Ding Ding Xiaoge's three envoys were hacked to death one by one, and I am afraid that they will not be able to summon it for the time being within five minutes. And the chief of Hondos, who was the chief of Hondos who was here and there in trouble, was walking in front of us with his head and his head in front of us, pacing leisurely.

"I'd want to slash him to death! This is more tiring than killing the boss! Ding Dingxiao Ge stared at his back and gritted his teeth, I felt that he said something from the bottom of our hearts that each of us wanted to say but didn't—the idiocy of Chief Hondos had reached the point where even his people could not stand it.

"Hold on to it...... "Niu million persuaded him with good words. He was the organizer of this adventure, and probably he felt that he was responsible for the awkward situation we were in now, so he accompanied us with a smile all the way to comfort us.

“…… It's finally here......" Niu Wanqing said sincerely. “…… Bear with me a little longer, it's all about giving me face......"

"Well, this is not yours, go back to where you are supposed to be......" Niu Wandi said before he finished speaking. A familiar roar sounded from the front again—it was a spell for us—and then we saw the Hondos chieftain waving his fist and howling wildly, and rushed into the midst of the bonebones and skeletons......

Chief Hondos's reckless behavior was like a huge mouth, and he slapped Niu Million on the nose when he needed it the most, which was simply worse for Niu Million, who was already disgraced.

This moment. Niu Million opened his mouth in amazement and fell into a brief petrified state.

This is just too much! We looked at the Minotaur Paladin with sympathy.

After a while, Niu Million finally came to his senses. He shouted angrily: "Hack him to death, don't give me face!" ”

We looked at each other and were speechless with the nocturnal surface in B flat minor. He could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, dragged his tired body covered in scars, and poured down two bottles of potion on his head. Draw your weapons and kill them together......

Niu Million said that he would hack the chief of Hondos to death. Of course, this was his impulsive remark. No matter how much we agree with this sentence in our hearts. But in the end, we managed to kill the Rotten who besieged the Hondos chieftain.

The Bard Nocturne in B flat minor was tragically killed in this battle. This isn't too surprising - as a melee class, the Bard really doesn't have a lot of health. Leather armor is even less defensive. We can even say that he persevered until now before dying, which is enough to prove the mastery of his fighting skills.

Fortunately, the paladin was able to learn the spell of "Gift of Life" at level forty-five, and Niu Million used up the last drop of magic power and resurrected Nocturne on the spot. By this time, each of us was on the verge of collapse, and our respective states could no longer support a fierce encounter. I have made up my mind that if Chief Hondos continues to provoke the corrupt in front of me at this time, I will never save him again even if he is dismembered in front of my eyes—and I will even applaud the murderous undead murderers with gratitude, and thank them for freeing us from the coercion of this fellow.

Although we have received the mission, we have the obligation to rescue him, and have fought alongside him - if the comradeship of finding the face of the enemy with a soft fist can barely be called "fighting" - we should never watch him die. However, if a person rushes to find death by himself, then no one else can stop him. We can only deeply regret this, but there is nothing we can do about it.

Thankfully, however, Chief Hondos did not continue his march and stopped in a clearing. The clearing was not very large, only ten paces square at most, and a bonfire burned in the center of the clearing. It's the only bonfire we've seen since we entered the valley, and we can't help but wonder - do you think a bunch of rotting skeletons with only skeletons left are so excited to go out into the middle of nowhere for a picnic? Will they use this campfire to warm up or grill meat? Or maybe it's a pot of fragrant soup - bone broth!

They won't be short of raw materials anyway......

Don't tell me, I did find two Y-shaped dry branches on either side of the campfire. A slender subway drill is placed between two branches, one end of which is bent to form a rotating handle. The middle of the iron has been blackened, and there is still a faint red charcoal color.

This is indeed a standard set of tools for a standard picnic barbecue.

Chief Hondos walked slowly to the campfire, holding the iron hammer and turning it lightly twice. The iron chisel rubbed against the branches at both ends, making a slight "squeaking" sound. As the iron chisel turned, dozens of bright sparks suddenly floated out of the bonfire, which were swept up into the sky by the breeze, like a swarm of mischievous fireflies. Fly higher and higher, and finally ...... I can't see it......

We sat on the ground and took advantage of this rare free time to take a break. Because Chief Hondos kept his back to us, we could not see his expression.

All the way. This rough and reckless orc chief has caused us untold trouble. From beginning to end, he has always been so scrappy, rude and heroic, that it is really difficult to tell his age.

But at this time. Although I could only see his back, I had a strong feeling in my heart: this stubborn and eccentric half

He has entered his old age. Although all orcs are the backbone, except for the reason of the bloodline of the race. Chief Hondos's back was more stiff, as if he had been bent over the back of a long time.

I suddenly regretted calling him a "greenskin" behind my back......

"Fokker, you come out......" stood by the campfire. Chief Hondos turned his face to the side of the cave. Shouted loudly. His voice had the peculiar hoarseness of an orc. It seemed to tremble slightly, but with some indescribable majesty.

“…… I know you're in there. I'm here for you! You want to kill me, I know. Now I'm here! Come on! Come and do what you want......"

The chieftain was emotional, and it sounded like he had a deep vendetta against the leader of the Corrupted here. I don't know exactly what happened between them.

With the loud roar of the chief of Hondos, heavy footsteps could be heard from far and near in the cavern. Rushing out of the cave with the sound of footsteps was the terrifying figure of a skeletal monster.

Although his whole body was rotten to the point that only a skeleton remained, there were no full and strong muscles in his chest, and there were no tight and tense veins in his forehead, but even so, we can still use words like "majestic and mighty" to describe him. His bones are particularly thick and strong, and at the same time, his whole body looks particularly well-proportioned and coordinated, and although the spine on his back is slightly curved, the skull on his neck is always proudly held high, as if he was born with an unbreakable will and will never bow down to anyone.

I know that it may be ridiculous to evaluate the so-called "temperament" of a skeleton, but at this moment, I really feel the distinct "temperament" from this fifty-fifth level rotten person in front of us. This is a tenacious and courageous, tenacious resistance, heroic and inspiring temperament, even if I just stand in front of him a dozen steps away and look at him from a distance, I can't help but have a burst of admiration and admiration in my heart. And the irony is that all these heart-pounding emotions actually come from a corrupt person who is supposed to be synonymous with darkness and despair and fear.

Like the other Corrupt we met along the way, he had a flat forehead, a prominent jaw, and two thick fangs on the edge of his lips - though his fangs were unusually large. With all these features, combined with the previous shouts of Chief Hondos, I already realized that this should be a half-orc trait. In other words, the rotten people who inhabit this valley are all mutated from the bones of orcs.

So many orcs, that's almost the sum of all the sturdy males of a tribe.

Unlike the other Corrupt Ones, this one did not expose his muscular bones, but instead wore a set of bronze armor and a bronze helmet on his skull. The armor had apparently been preserved for quite some years, with some of the seams faintly revealing a green patina, but at the same time it was covered with many fresh scars with a faint glimmer of copper. There are so many types and quantities of these scars that you can find traces of almost every weapon in the world, and some of them have even completely penetrated the armor's defenses, tearing terrifying gaps in them, and each gap is oozing with blood around it - I don't know how the owner of this armor could have endured so many and so heavy fatal injuries in his lifetime, in my opinion, even the most outstanding warriors and knights in the entire continent of Farvi, After receiving half of the heavy damage on this armor, he must have died a long time ago.

His hands clenched a rudimentary but sturdy spear, the handle of which was a heavy wooden staff as thick as a goose egg, the tip of which seemed to be sharpened from the teeth of some kind of magical beast, and it seemed to have some kind of strange magical brilliance on it. Near the top of the spear was a banner depicting a soaring falcon leaping over a towering mountain with a tomahawk in one talon and an olive branch in the other. The banner seemed to convey some kind of tribal totem meaning, but it had now been soaked in blood and mud to the point of losing its color, and in several places it had been torn into locks of torn cloth.

The name of this corrupt person is "Beastbone Berserker Big Fok", and he is a boss-level skeleton monster. As soon as he stepped out of the cave, he stared straight at Chief Hondos standing by the campfire, blood-red soul fire burning fiercely in his skull, flickering out of his two eye sockets, adding a bit of manic violence to him.

Seeing Chief Hondos, Big Fork seemed to hesitate. He took two steps back, then raised his spear in his right hand and pointed it straight at the chief's chest, the spear trembling in his hand. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but could only say "click...... Hiss...... Ah......h In the end, he actually opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and let out a terrible howl. The sound was like a sharp knife cutting through people's hearts, and I felt a trembling pain, as if it was about to tear apart, as if I was going through a period of distress, confusion, and despair.

Even the vast sky seemed to have nowhere to contain this great resentment of pain and despair. Suddenly, the boundless dark clouds rolled and rolled down, as if they were about to crush the earth completely. The whole world suddenly became dark and dreary, as if it was a vast despair. After a period of deathly gloom, a bolt of lightning tore through the whole of the world, like a huge wound between heaven and earth that could not be healed. Dense drops of water sprayed down from the wound, as if it wasn't rain, but drops of blood torn from the heart.

In the midst of the dense raindrops, Big Fork stopped its call. He straightened up again, looked up at the orc chief in front of him, and raised his spear once more.

Suddenly, his temperament changed drastically. The bones of the majestic and heroic warrior a moment ago suddenly became cold and fierce, and the whole body was filled with a strong murderous aura that chilled into the bone marrow. At this moment, the last remnants of his own broken mark in his soul had been completely erased, and now before us the Great Falk was a demon who had fallen into slaughter and darkness, and could no longer receive any light of his soul.

This former warrior is now completely decayed, and it is not only his body that has been rusted, but also his soul.

Another flash of lightning lit up!

The spear flew through the rain and struck the throat of the chief of Hondos......

(According to the plan, it was supposed to be updated yesterday at noon.) But all day yesterday, Xiao Xianzi and his wife cleaned up in the new house. Speaking of which, Xiao Xianzi has not encountered such a high-intensity physical inversion for almost three years, and it is very tiring and hard......

Of course, my wife is even harder, everyone must know!