Legendary Mage

Hearing the scolding, those soldiers are not happy anymore. When facing such a perverted person, just let them "get off", not to say that they are a waste, that is, to call their ancestors, it is also very sweet.

The aggression belongs to the aggression, but no one will think that his life will be long. So, this command, which is not a command, was executed very well by these soldiers.

I saw the brush pull, and quickly opened a mouth in the direction of the sound. Between the walls of the people, three burly orcs rode out of the War Wolf.

"What a terrible role I am, it turned out to be an injured man!" The one of the three orcs said dismissively at first sight.

Mo Lin looked at the newly arrived three orcs and did not speak, but quickly pulled out another spear, "cracked", the spear landed, and Mo Lin's wound also sprayed a blood stream .

"Don't underestimate him," said the orc on the left. "According to the report on the battlefield, a human destroyed the siege tower by himself, and beheaded both Onikri and Rex, In the end, even the staircase of the siege was destroyed. It can be said that our front line offensive was completely destroyed by that human, and there should be only one human on this battlefield, it should be this person."

"Lack, you must grow the ambition of others and extinguish your prestige. But we are the eight ghost fog fighters under the high priest of Sagron. No one can defeat us!" the orc in the middle roared.

The orc named Lak said solemnly: "Hakran, don't forget it." He hadn't finished his words. As soon as he looked at the indifferent face on his face, he stopped his words. People, what you say is nonsense.

The right one of the three orcs was named Kezan, and he said with an interface: "The high priest sent us over to destroy the human in front of us. Without further ado, just kill him and go back to life."

In the middle, Hakran laughed and said, "It's still Kezan's words that suit my taste, then he's a grandson!"

As soon as Hacran had finished speaking, he immediately turned over the wolf, and at the same time took out his oversized tomahawk from behind.

The blade of the battle axe is almost as large as the long shield of ordinary soldiers. The half-moon-shaped axe blade shines with cold light, and there are still strange blood-red runes flashing in the middle of the axe body.

At the top of the battle axe was a bronze cast with a spooky horned head, and behind the axe, there were uneven spikes standing.

Hakrain held such a huge axe, and a "charge" rushed towards Morin. At the same time as the "charge", the orc roared and swept out with an axe.

A blood-red half-moon cut off the edge of the axe, blasting towards Moline with a scream of oppressive air.

At this time, Morin was seriously injured and was naturally inconvenienced, but he still managed to move quickly to the side and escaped the blow.

"What a slick boy, I'll let you hide!" Hakrain yelled, slashing towards Moline again.

The attack range of this axe is extremely wide, and the speed is extremely fast. The giant axe seems to have inexplicable stickiness. Mo Lin felt that his whole body should stick to the axe blade for a moment.

Morin reluctantly lowered his body, the flames on the soles of his feet burst out again, and he flew out diagonally. However, because he was flying in a panic this time, Morin did not have a good balance, and he fell on the ground and rolled out a long distance.

Hacran shouted: "None of you will ever shoot, don't want to take my credit!"

Lak and Kezan, who were about to go up, heard these words, and they all showed their anger, so they had to collect their weapons and watch on the wall.

Hakrain carried the tomahawk as if the butcher ran towards the prey to be slaughtered. Mo Lin was bleeding because of the wound, and the pain was so abnormal that it was almost difficult to get up.

The cold light of the Tomahawk flashed, and Hakrain approached Moline with a playful smile. At this time, Moline no longer struggled to stand up, but secretly gathered magic in his palms.

At this moment, suddenly heard a shouting sound from afar, and then saw the densely invader soldiers screamed and flew into the air in batches.

Lights and flames flashed in the soldier's jungle, and in a moment a giant black wolf rushed out of the crowd with a mighty orc.

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"It's Wald!" Luck screamed at the sight of the person who rushed, and immediately withdrew two steps backwards, taking off the skull-like meteor hammer from his waist.

At the same time, Kezan also frightenedly pulled out his double-handed warp blade, united with Lak, intending to fight against the coming people together.

The orc who rushed over was Gaddra’s chief Ward. He rushed here and didn’t care about Lak and Kezan at all, but quickly came to Moline and blocked him.

"Morlin, how are you hurt?" Wald asked Morin with concern while staring at the approaching Hakran, "I saw you rushing behind the enemy, and I hurried over, okay, I didn’t come late."

Morin was very moved. In this situation, he really feels like he is in a desperate situation. The arrival of Wald will undoubtedly make him see the hope of living again.

"I'm fine, I can take a break after these injuries." Mo Linpan said sitting on the ground.

"What?" Wald said in surprise, thinking that he had heard Moline's idiot, and without the shaman's treatment, how could he recover from such a serious injury?

However, Wald did not have time to ask Morin for details, because Hakran had already attacked.

Compared to his two companions, Hakrain did not take Wald too seriously. Although he is only a senior warrior, he feels that his ability is enough to fight this chieftain.

"Walder, the legendary sword saint!" Hacran laughed. "You came just right. I was about to fight you. I want to see what strength this sword saint has!"

After saying this, Hakraen dragged the battle axe towards Wald, and when he was close to Wald, he was covered with a red blood light on his battle axe, and an axe was cut towards Wald. go with.

Wald looked at the battle axe coldly, and the rectangular black warhammer in his hand greeted him at random, neither saw any signs of anger nor felt how hard he exerted force. But that hammer was like a heavy mountain, almost blocking all the attack routes of Hakran's Tomahawk.

Tomahawk and Warhammer met in midair without any suspense. The seemingly gorgeous Tomahawk hit Wald’s unpretentious Warhammer. With a loud noise of “Dang”, Hakran was like a broken line. Like a kite, it flew backwards quickly.

"what!"

Hakrain screamed, and his battle axe came out, flying more elegantly into the night sky than his master. It is estimated that this battle axe is the most magnificent leap made since following the master.

"Boom!"

Hakrain fell to the ground. He felt that his entire right arm seemed to have lost consciousness, and the half of his body was also "crisp", just like the electricity.

He raised his right hand and saw that his huge right hand was already full of blood, and now he was numb and unconscious.

This is the power of Juggernaut. Only when faced with this power can those arrogant and arrogant people face their own insignificance.

Today, Hakrain was defeated by Wald in one face, and then he looked at the chieftain of the Gadra tribe in horror. thing.

However, instead of giving Hakrarn a second look, Wald instead leaned over to check on Morin's condition.

To be honest, the reason why Wald came to rescue Moline in such a positive and timely manner, in addition to his real concern for Moline, there is another hidden feeling in the heart of the big chief.

In Wald's subconsciousness, he felt that Moline was the last hope of the Gadra tribe. Whether Gadra could survive this difficulty was also in Moline.

Although this idea has no obvious factual basis, and according to Mo Lin's current strength, it seems that he is not enough to save the entire battle situation.

However, Wald had such a hunch. At the moment when Gadella was about to fall, he had to believe his hunch. Therefore, he must protect Mo Lin's comprehensiveness anyway.