Bright Era

The tiger warrior is only three meters tall, and among the orcs, his figure can only be regarded as ordinary.

And the height of the orcs is directly linked to their bloodlines and strength. This tiger warrior with the lower ranks of the heavenly power, he is at most the middle and lower warriors in the tiger clan. If placed in the human empire, it is the ordinary local guard army. The level of the elite fighters in it is not yet qualified to be the main force of the orcs clan of strong fighting legions.

It is such a tiger warrior. He is simply covered with a half-breasted breastplate to cover the vitals of his heart. He wears a short skirt of animal skin and a cloak made of ordinary burlap. All the armor on his body. The cold wind from the Odin Icefield swept the blizzard against him, but he did not feel cold at all. The heavy body hair on his body effectively helped him withstand the cold attack.

Holding a double-edged battle axe weighing at least two kilograms in one hand, the tiger warrior raised the huge tiger head, and yelled at Enzo and others standing on the castle wall with a grin, "Hey, Humans, how about the next one to play with me? You just won a game and we are not ready for the next charge, so let's play first?"

Enzo stared coldly at this inferior tiger warrior, the mere inferior combat power of the heavens, Enzo could penetrate his head with a single spit.

But Enzo couldn’t do that. On his resume, he was just an offshoot of a fallen noble family in the city of Mart, East Province. He possessed the power of heaven, and he came to Berriley to ask for a birth. Fortunately, he climbed all the way to where he is now.

He can't abandon this identity, so he can't reveal the power of heaven and above.

The tiger warrior saw the silence on the top of the city, he couldn't help grinning: "Look at how many of you have I killed these days? There are more than 300 old men and more than 500 old ladies. Hey. Unfortunately, there is nothing young. People let me kill, but you young women of humanity, I've forced no less than a hundred! Their skin is very delicate and their screams are very nice!"

An axe slashed **** the ground, splitting a crouching stone into two pieces, and the tiger warrior laughed loudly: "Also, I roasted those delicate human women, um, crunchy and crispy, Good taste! Hahaha, it's much tenderer than the meat of those monsters."

Enzo took a deep breath, looked at the soldiers with bloodshot eyes around him, and then jumped off the wall.

He drew the stabbing sword and strode towards the tiger warrior: "Orc, fight with me like a real warrior, don't scream here like a woman. Do you think killing the weak and torturing women and children? Is it a very interesting thing? Then one day, I will pay you back!"

The tiger warrior shook his head disapprovingly: "Give it back to us? Your weak humans can't do this!"

Enzo had reached a place less than three meters in front of the tiger warrior, his body suddenly rushed forward, a bit of cold light brought a terrible air-breaking sound, and it reached the tiger warrior's throat in the blink of an eye. The tiger warrior had never expected Enzo to be so fast. In a hurry, he flipped backwards embarrassedly, and the stabbing sword brushed his nose with a cold air.

Enzo had already rushed to the front of the tiger warrior. He twisted slantingly, his big hip shot fiercely, and the huge physical power burst out, smashing heavily between the tiger warrior's legs. He heard two crisp sounds of "Papa", and the tiger warrior made a hysterical howling. He dropped the double-edged battle axe, covered his lower body with both hands in embarrassment, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Before the tiger warrior stood up, Enzo had already pierced his throat with a sword, nailing him to the ground.

The orc's vitality was tenacious, and the blood spurted several meters high along the blood trough on the stabbing sword, but the orc's limbs were still crazily twitching and wriggling for a long time, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.

Enzo sneered. He drew the stabbing sword and tore open the cloak that was draped on the orc. A hidden pocket in the cloak was cut open. More than two hundred gold coins and more than 500 The silver coins were scattered all over the floor, and there were even more than 20 luxurious rings inlaid with pearls and gems. Several rings are engraved with a heart-shaped coat of arms and the names of a pair of men and women. These are wedding rings handed down by certain families.

"Robber!" Enzo raised his blood-stained sword, and then looked back at the warriors on the head of the city: "Look clearly, they are a group of robbers. They plunder money, plunder all wealth, kill the old man, The women and children who abused us! Even if we die here, we cannot let them pass through the Black Raven Gap!"

The soldiers stared at the money on the ground. They didn't look at the gold and silver coins, but stared at the simple and simple family rings with male and female surnames on them. This kind of ring has always been handed down from generation to generation. When the young people of the family enter into a marriage contract, the elders give them this pair of rings as a blessing and a symbol of family continuity.

When such an ancestral ring appeared in the hands of the orcs, it proved that at least one family had suffered a devastating blow.

This means that a large number of old people and children have been killed, and countless women have been looted. It represents the wolf smoke everywhere and the sea of ​​blood.

Such things are happening in the five major northern provinces. If these brutal orcs cannot be blocked from the north of the Black Raven Gap, then such things will happen in the central provinces around Berleigh and the core provinces further south. .

The population of the central provinces is more than twice as dense as that of the northern provinces. Many southern provinces, regarded as the eldest part of the empire, are even more densely populated. Most of the tax revenue of the Gaul Empire is provided by the southern provinces. . If the orcs were allowed to break through, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Even if they die in battle, they can't be allowed to move forward!" An ordinary soldier raised the heavy machete in his hand and howled hoarsely. The faint, thin vindictiveness on his body flickered, and he successfully broke through from the upper rank to the lower rank, from an ordinary soldier to the rank of high-ranking elite fighters.

The soldiers were full of blood, and they used the brave fighting spirit in their hearts to circulate their vindictiveness, igniting their lives without regard to their lives. In just a few breaths, more than two dozen soldiers stepped into the position, and hundreds of soldiers successfully raised their fighting spirit to one level.

Enzo smiled with satisfaction, and he could see that the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Corps were truly elites. Their daily drills were not mixed with water. After tragic experience on the battlefield, they could break through in such a fast time. Due to their own limitations, they are obviously true elites.

Turning around, Enzo walked slowly along the gentle **** towards the group of stunned orcs.

Standing in the middle of the gentle slope, Enzo hooked his fingers at the tough orcs: "Come and fight alone with me! Fight alone with me like a real warrior! You are the heroic beast gods Descendants, are you actually afraid of a human challenge?"

The orcs let out an angry gasp, and one of the tallest werewolf cavalry turned on his mount, urging the wolf to make a harsh and hoarse wolf howling, and rushed towards Enzo like a gray wind. .

With more than a hundred meters away from Enzo, the werewolf warrior had already waved his scimitar and firmly locked Enzo's neck.

The wolf sprints faster than the best steed in a short distance. Relying on this high speed, the werewolf warrior can easily pull the head of a rhinoceros with a light push of the scimitar, let alone ordinary The delicate necks of human beings.

The materials of the orcs were poor, and their civilization was extremely underdeveloped. The machete in this werewolf warrior's hand was ragged, and there were several thumb-sized gaps on the blade. Such a machete is placed in the human empire, even members of the militia joint defense team would disdain to use it.

But look at the shining blood on the blade of this machete. In this alien invasion, this machete has at least harvested dozens of lives. The blood and souls dyed the blade of the machete. This is the hallmark of the werewolf warrior's military service.

Enzo's gaze also locked the werewolf warrior's scimitar. He still didn't use any grudges. It was just that when the scimitar was about to hit his neck, he erected the magic stabbing sword, and the tip of the sword was gently there. Tap the biggest notch on the blade of the scimitar.

With a bang, the scimitar made of refined iron suddenly shattered, the werewolf warrior's hand lightened, and his body immediately lost balance.

Enzo's stabbing sword pierced through his soft underbelly like a poisonous snake, piercing precisely into the heart of the werewolf warrior. The face of the werewolf warrior suddenly turned white, and his body flew from the back of the wolf, and fell to the ground like a rag bag.

The wolf who had lost its owner let out a stern wolf howl, it turned around and rushed towards Enzo fiercely.

Facing this ferocious and huge hungry wolf, Enzo's faint purple-golden fighting aura flashed, and a sword aura shot out from the top of the stabbing sword, hitting the wolf's forehead and piercing its head with the thickness of a thumb. Of transparent holes.

The wolf fell on the ground, and his huge body slid forward more than ten meters away, and it happened to be lying at Enzo's feet.

Enzo grabbed the two coarse cloth pockets hanging from the wolf's ass, opened the tightly tied rope of the bag, and dumped the contents on the ground.

Some gold coins, some silver coins, some tea, and then a set of silver tableware. In the silver teapot, Enzo found a dozen pieces of exquisite jewellery, and there was even a precious necklace inlaid with thumb-sized rubies with blood stains on it. There is no need to ask about the fate of the original owner of the necklace. The blood stains are enough to explain her whereabouts.

Enzo dropped these things, defiantly grabbed the body of the werewolf warrior, and stabbed more than a dozen holes in his body with the stabbing sword.

"Come on, fight! Come to a real warrior, fight with me like a real warrior!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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