Broad World

Seeing that the chief was injured, the orc warriors behind rushed forward like crazy. Vaughan quickly got up from the ground and stood with Ares, resisting the surging enemies. Due to the loss of an adamantine golem, the entire battle line looked precarious and might be overwhelmed at any time.

Henry chanted a spell loudly, ready to give this legendary warrior a shot. Sackham sensed the danger, and immediately grabbed the ax on the ground and rushed over. Zuwosa drew out a long knife and stopped the guy. She knew that she was definitely not an opponent, but as long as she could buy a little time, it would be good.

"Woman! Go away! You are insulting me!" Sackham chopped off the ranger's long knife with one blow, and knocked her down with one blow.

He rushed in front of Henry quickly, and struck the "Iron Leather Art" with an axe, sparks flew everywhere in an instant. Henry was forced to stop casting spells, and these layers of protection were simply not enough to support him to finish the remaining spells. Seeing the critical situation behind them, Vaughn and Ares quickly gave up on the orcs in front and ran towards this side.

The spells on Henry's body were quickly exhausted, and Sackham smiled grimly and waved the giant axe. In the blink of an eye, a deep bone-deep wound appeared on his thigh. A large amount of blood gushed out, and it must have hurt an artery.

"Fraudulent human boy! Your life is about to come to an end. Don't struggle, let me see your head! Don't worry, I will use it to make a good wine glass! Hahahaha!" Sackham continued to attack, while stimulating the seriously injured opponent with words.

Henry endured the pain and continued to dodge. He knew very well in his heart that if he couldn't treat himself for a while, he might suffer from dizziness and other symptoms due to excessive blood loss. At that time, I am afraid that as long as one is negligent, he will be split in half by the extremely powerful warrior in front of him in an instant.

Amy saw Henry's dangerous situation not far away and was in a hurry. She had tried many spells to get out of the siege, but most of them were bounced off by the magic stance of the legendary warrior. Even if a few spells hit her occasionally, with the orc's strong physique, it would not cause too much damage.

Just when Henry felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, the half-orc warrior arrived. His eyes were bloodshot and his nostrils were blowing hot air. While violently waving his giant sword to suppress Sackham, he shouted loudly: "Head! Take the others away, I can't last long." After speaking, he activated his rage ability, and his muscles swelled and he completely lost his mind in an instant.

Henry drank the healing potion and glanced at the desperate half-orc warrior. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said to the others: "Let's retreat! Don't let Vaughn's efforts go to waste!" After finishing speaking, he carried Zuwosa on his back and ran to the depths of the cave. He had made up his mind to wait for the flood to pass, and he must find the body of the orc warrior to revive him.

Everyone quickly ran to the entrance to the lower pool. Amy cast an "invisible enchantment" at the fastest speed, and everyone disappeared in place in an instant. After finishing all this, no one said a word, and the sad atmosphere quickly spread to everyone. Even Ban Burke, who has always been the most talkative, bowed his head silently.

Vaughn's crazy attack didn't last long, but in this very short period of time, two half-foot-long wounds were added to the legendary warrior. When the rage ended, blood spurted from his nose and mouth, and then he stopped all attacks, panting heavily.

Sackham looked at the half-orc warrior covered in blood, and then touched the newly added wound on his body. "You are a very good fighter. You know, I haven't been injured for a long time since I became a legend."

"You are indeed very powerful, but you are not invincible. I don't know who vomited blood from the spell just now." Vaughan wiped the blood from his face and stared at his opponent closely. He felt the ability to regenerate in his body, he was repairing the injured internal organs, and wanted to use words to buy himself some recovery time.

Sackham didn't pay attention to what the half-orc warrior said. He turned around and shouted at the orc warrior behind him: "What are you idiots waiting for! Don't you see that those adventurers are all running away? Hurry up and chase me!"

Hearing his words, several centurions hurriedly led the team to set off, and the mighty orc army chased in the direction where Henry and the others were escaping. A pastor who was following the team came over and asked, "Boss, you are seriously injured, do you need some treatment?"

Sackham glared at him and shouted loudly: "Get out! Scars are the medals of soldiers! This little wound can't kill me!"

The priest lowered his head and followed the large army in a desperate manner. The other soul shamans and priests laughed to themselves, the guy who slapped the horse's leg on his ass. Because most orcs are very fond of scars, seeing scars from battle as a badge of honor and decorative scars as things of beauty. Therefore, unless the wound is fatal, they will not receive divine treatment.

After seeing that all the people had left, Sackham turned his head and said to Vaughn, "I am called Sackom the Beheader, the chief of the Khajiit tribe, the destroyer of thirty villages, the nemesis of the dwarves and the old enemy of the elves. Now report your name, and let us conclude this battle."

"My name is Vaughan, the son of the chieftain of the Otto tribe in Icewind Dale, the terminator of the great beasts, the nemesis of trolls and ogres, and finally I am a dragon slayer!" The half-orc warrior proudly told his achievements with his chest out.

Sackham was stunned for a moment when he heard the word "dragon slayer", and then recalled the spells used by several other people just now, and felt that these people could indeed kill a giant dragon. "From the perspective of adventurers, your record is brilliant, but it's a pity that it will end here today." He raised his giant ax and put on a posture ready to attack.

Vaughan laughed and took out the "water breathing potion" and drank it. The orcs had been in for a while, and it was estimated that they were about to run into the "drowned ghost" by now. "The head is not something you idiots can compare to. He has already left behind. It won't be long before your tribe is finished, and none of those guys who entered the cave will survive."

Hearing his words, Sackham felt a bad feeling in his mind, followed by a sudden eerie scream from the depths of the tunnel, and then the ground began to tremble violently, accompanied by loud rumbling noises. A few seconds later, the flood at the end of the cave rushed over, and there was still a pale, swollen corpse of a woman standing inside.

The "Drowned Ghost" has been completely enraged by these orcs, and the torrent she set off swept all the guys who entered the cave into it. Seeing this situation, Sackham immediately turned around and ran away. Although he was a legendary fighter, there was no good way to do it in this situation.

The half-orc warrior glanced at his opponent who was desperately fleeing and smiled. He took out another bottle of invisibility potion and drank it. Then he grabbed the spear used by the priest and inserted it into the wall, holding it tightly with both hands. The turbulent water rushed over in an instant, and the "drowned ghost" didn't stop at all, and chased directly towards Sackham in front.

In just a dozen seconds, the wave in front caught up with the legendary warrior, and the "drowned ghost" stretched out his hands and pulled him into the water, and then the two of them fought fiercely in the water. Sackham held his breath and swung the giant ax in his hand, trying to chop off his opponent's head.

The Drowned Man let out a piercing shriek, and a horde of dwarf spirits rushed out, grabbing him tightly by the limbs. Sackham struggled vigorously, but the resistance in the water was too great to help. The "Drowned Ghost" took the opportunity to rush up and grabbed his neck fiercely. Sackham tensed the muscles in his neck, and the two of them froze.

The old and weak women and children guarding the entrance of the cave also heard the rumbling sound. Just when they were a little hesitant to go in and have a look, the flood rushed out with a lot of swords, corpses, gravel and mud, and washed everyone away at once. The "Drowned Ghost" took the opportunity to expand its own water vapor, covering a large area of ​​orcs. It didn't take long for them to die from lack of fresh air.

As soon as Sackham's feet hit the ground, he shook off the dwarves' souls. He forcefully separated the hands that were strangling his neck, kicked the "drowned ghost" flying, and then panted heavily with his mouth open. The battle in the water just now was too dangerous, as long as you didn't hold your breath, you might be drowned.

The "Drowned Ghost" quickly got up from the ground and launched another attack. Sackm looked helplessly at his hands, the weapon had been lost in the fight just now, and now he could only fight with his fists. Seeing that the opponent was getting closer, he held his breath and rushed up to hit the enemy with his knee, then rode up and hit the head hard.

The "Drowned Ghost" was instantly stunned. She struggled desperately to get up from the ground, but these efforts were useless in front of the legendary warrior. Sackham beat him until he could barely hold his breath before letting go, and quickly retreated more than 20 meters and began to breathe with his mouth wide open. After the drowned ghost looked at him in fear, he screamed and ran towards the cave without looking back.

Sackm also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the monster leave. He glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground and knew that the tribe was completely finished. The half-orc warrior was right, he was severely calculated by that damned human kid.

Seeing that more than ten years of painstaking efforts were ruined, Sackham felt extremely uncomfortable. He roared loudly towards the sky, and kept beating his chest with his fists, venting the sadness and depression in his heart. After a long time, it gradually quieted down. (To be continued.)