"Haha, the skin and tender meat make people drool. The long-haired, smashed-hand orc rubbed its blade with a little excitement, not knowing whether it was yelling at the wolf cub or the Draenei girl.

Watching the terrifying creature walk towards her, Alena kept backing away, and in her nervousness, she stumbled to the ground. However, she ignored the pain and moved her hands and feet backwards.

Because stop, you'll die!

Whew—

The young wolf trembled more violently, and it knew very well that it was not only the rude and savage creature approaching him, but also death. Even so, fear didn't make it succumb, and it still stood in front of the girl with a low roar.

"Nice looks. Although it was a compliment, the cold smile on the corner of the orc's mouth made people feel creepy, "Today's lunch must be extraordinarily delicious!"

"Nini!" the cold blade was raised high in sight, and Alaina's desperate cry rang out as she saw her playmate dying. A large number of birds in the trees were startled, and a low howl stood out in the midst of this noisy chirping.

The orc was just about to take the young wolf's fragile life with a knife in his hand, when a golden light suddenly magnified in his vision.

While!

The hammer composed of holy light slammed into the orc's arm knife, and the huge force invaded, even such a strong body was difficult to parry, and with a roar, it flew directly backwards into the bushes behind it.

Judgment, the paladin's most commonly used means of long-range strikes, good damage ability and short skill CD effectively compensate for the disadvantage of short legs of melee professionals.

Faced with this sudden scene, Alena and Nini turned their heads almost at the same time, looking at the Delaney girl who appeared in sight, and a look of joy immediately climbed up their eyebrows.

"Sister Iriel!"

To alleviate the crisis, Irel breathed a long sigh of relief, but she still did not relax her nerves: "Alena, quick, get out of there with Nini!"

"Haha. As the girl and the wolf cub hurried behind Iriel, loud laughter echoed through the jungle, and the gray-skinned orc reappeared in her sight again, "Interesting, at least it will make me move." ”

Iriel's brows furrowed tightly, the trial is a paladin's mid-level attack technique, and ordinary people are hit with such a hammer, even if they don't have brains, it's still easy to break a few bones or something.

But the other party looked unscathed.

"Come on, little girl, let me have some fun!" the orc flicked his broken arm, the sharp scimitar whirring, and with a terrifying laugh, the whole man turned into a tank and charged.

Irel wasn't as well-informed as Restaran, and it seemed to her that the orcs were just screaming horrible at her. While her heart trembled, she clutched the weapon in her hand.

Closer, closer!

The danger approached at an uncatchable speed, and the rush of adrenaline made Irel forget her fear for a moment, and her eyes lit up as she saw the only weapon in her hand and respond in an unexpected way.

The standard defensive stance suddenly opened the door, and as the round shield was removed, a long sword glowing with holy light roared.

While!

Obviously, the orcs were also very surprised by the draenei girl's counterattack. The pace of the charge suddenly stopped, and the arm knife that was originally raised high did not know when it resisted the long sword. The orc suddenly laughed, in the face of a small draenei paladin, he actually chose to defend?

The outcome of the battle is a matter of moments, seeing that the other party is distracted, Irel naturally will not let go of the opportunity, his left hand is clenched, and he grabs the round shield and punches it out!

However, the sound of shield striking bones was not heard next.

The one-armed orc raised his rugged right hand and clutched the edge of the shield, letting Irel exert no effort to advance a bit.

An unprecedented sense of crisis swept through her body like electricity, and Irel tried to retract her stance and step back, but it was too late.

There was a loud bang, and the whip leg wrapped around the metal knee pad slammed into the girl's waist.

It was as if his entire body had been torn in half, and the sheer force brought unparalleled pain, making Irel unable to control himself at all, and the whole person flew far away, falling into the mud in embarrassment.

The orc's gaze rested on the sharp barbs on the metal knee pads, and the blue blood and sweet breath made his whole person's mood high.

On the other hand, the plate armor on Iriel's right waist had been deformed, and several holes of different depths were embedded in the flesh, and the viscous blood flowing down the river left shocking marks on the smooth and shiny plate armor.

Pain, unbeatable pain!

Irel put his hands on the ground, trying to get back up again and again, but his entire lower body seemed to be paralyzed, and he couldn't use his strength at all. In the face of death, endless fear flooded her like a tidal wave.

"Sister Iriel!"

Alena poked her head out of a nearby hideout, her face full of anxiety, and was about to run forward to help, but she was forced back by the girl's steely gaze.

"Run, Alena, run!"

I don't know if it's fear or unbearable, the girl froze in place in great confusion, although she knew that she couldn't help, but she couldn't just leave the other party to survive alone.

"The prey I have set my eyes on, never, never leaves a living mouth!" the bloody breath hit, the orc's eyes lingered with a scarlet light, and his rapid breathing and unbridled smile showed his violent will.

While urging the girl to flee, Irel dragged her scattered body with both hands, barely sat up with the help of the tree trunk in front of her, grasped the only remaining long sword, and stared at the approaching enemy: "The Holy Light will sanction you, orc!"

Looking at the faint golden light that shone unyieldingly on the blade, the orc laughed again: "Your faith is worthless!"

The hideous scimitar was raised high, and as the air was rapidly sliced through the sharp whistling sound, Irel seemed to smell something, and the whole person froze in place, staring blankly at the razor-sharp blade that was getting closer and closer.

That is, the breath of blood and death.

Rumble!

The pitch-black streamer was fleeting in sight, and a loud roar set off a large field of dead leaves, and the flying dust and mud nearly drowned Iriel. Although the whole person was extremely embarrassed, the girl showed infinite surprise and joy.

She recognized the large jagged sword in front of her that plunged deep into the grass.

Dodging this sudden attack, the orc immediately cast a bloodthirsty gaze on the canopy not far away, and a thin creature in black robes appeared in his sight.

The pleasure of executing his prey was taken away, and endless anger welled up in the orc's heart, but before he could give vent to that terrifying roar, the other man held out his index finger at him.

It is so fragile that it seems to be crushed with a single break.

The thought had just come to mind, and the Broken Hand Orc's long-standing fighting instincts suddenly reacted violently.

Dangerous!

Phew-

The spear shot at the sound of a full body of crystalline spears, piercing the trunk behind the orc almost instantly, and the icy frost froze large swaths of bark into ice in the blink of an eye.

No, this orc, at the moment when the ice spear technique was approaching, dodged the attack with a seemingly casual sideways body.

What a great dodge technique!

Lanros's brow furrowed slowly. Although the Ice Spear is only a three-ring spell, its outrageously fast flight speed, combined with its impressive piercing damage and frostbite effects, makes it an excellent choice for spell mages to carry out surprise attacks.

But the other party used such a relaxed and freehand posture to dodge perfectly, which was really surprising.

Facing the orc who seemed to be sloppy but had murderous intent in his eyes, Lan Luostoned for a moment, and slowly spoke in a non-standard orc language: "Good skills, orc, what's your name?"

"Haha!" Loud and terrifying laughter, the orc pointed his fierce arm knife at the other party, "You are the first person who dares to judge me so loudly, and in return, I will let you die a clear death." ”

"I am Kargas Bladefist, the chief of the Broken Hand Clan, the eye of the tribe, and the Blade!"