Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The curses of the orc warriors consisted of two syllables.

The first syllable means "black, night".

The second syllable does not mean "short", but a proper noun, which is specially used to refer to the "dwarves" in the Holy Light camp, and it is the name of the race.

Added together, the second monk Meng Chaozhang was puzzled.

He couldn't see how he, who was of moderate build, with sparse hair, and fine skin, was any different from those "dwarves" from the Holy Light camp who were short in stature, had thick hair and even beards, and were extremely grumpy.

Besides, he's not black at all!

Moreover, it was different from the momentary suffocation on the field when he just landed.

After discovering his identity as the "black dwarf", the orc warriors all jumped up as if they had been stepped on their tails, as if they had been greatly insulted and stimulated. He cut his throat, disemboweled him, and even dismembered him.

Kasava recognized Meng Chao at a glance.

Of course, whoever turned the Bloodskull Arena upside down, looted the Bloodskull Temple, and abducted a large number of Ratmen servants from the Bloodskull Arena, making Kasava unable to hold his head up in front of his father. Come, and even become a joke of the whole family.

I am afraid that he will not forget them easily.

However, Kasava's anger was a hundred times more violent than Meng Chao expected.

The power of his totem was like a volcano erupting, unexpectedly crushing the mount under his crotch.

This mount is huge, like a hybrid of a rhinoceros and a hippopotamus. It seems that even anti-tank guns may not be able to blast away its innate bone armor condensed from spiritual magnets.

At this moment, the mount let out a shrill neigh and the sound of "crackling" bone cracking.

Intense blood gushed out from every gap in the mount's bone armor.

From this, it can be seen how terrifying the power of the totem blasted by Kasava in his rage.

And Kasava didn't bother to check the condition of the mount at all, so he swung a battle ax wider than the door panel from behind, and slashed towards the void of Meng Chao's Tianling Gai.

The owner of the Bloodhead Arena let out a hysterical roar: "Catch him! Catch this black dwarf spy! Chop off his limbs and break his spine! Send him to me, and I will torture him!" he!"

The surrounding jackals, tigers and leopards have not yet shown their claws.

The bull-headed warriors following Kasavar looked like ancient steam locomotives, gushing hot air from their thick nostrils.

The cow's hooves blasted a series of dents like bullet craters on the ground, adding up to tens of thousands of catties of steel and iron, and charged towards Meng Chao with a murderous aura.

For a moment, the whole earth trembled.

Even the air was ignited or even exploded by the anger of the tauren warriors.

"..."

Meng Chao was still struggling with how to deal with Kasava's problem.

After all, this guy is the son of Chief Bloodhoof. Regardless of whether "Black Mountain Bloodhoof" is the current war chief or not, at least within the Bloodhoof clan, he has great prestige and leadership.

And the Bloodhoof clan is the most stubborn, tough and violent clan among the five major clans.

In other words, it is also the die-hard faction most likely to raise objections to the agreement between Dragon City and Turanze.

Meng Chao couldn't guess what the consequences would be if he killed Kasava under the bloody hoof.

But it's not his style to let Kasava go easily.

Not only because of the past grievances between the two.

It was even more because Meng Chao at this moment represented the image of the entire Dragon City.

The Turan orcs advocated martial arts and bravery, and regarded "revenge for grievances and revenge for grievances" as the highest virtue.

Meng Chao once suffered the humiliation of being imprisoned in the deepest part of the Blood Skull Arena by Kasava.

If he didn't use Kasava's blood to wash away his shame, instead of being regarded by the Turan people as "magnanimous, let the past go", on the contrary, he would be regarded by the Turan orcs as "weak and deceitful, not daring to maintain his dignity". He thinks that people in Longcheng are a bunch of softies.

After all, only the strong are worthy of signing a covenant with the strong.

The weak are not worthy of forming an alliance with the strong, they can only be enslaved by the strong.

The phrase "no fight, no acquaintance" is perfect for the Turan orcs.

According to the logic of the Turan orcs, the stronger the friendship, the stronger the fist must be maintained!

Therefore, Meng Chao originally decided to break Kasava's limbs casually, add seventy or eighty ribs, and then pull out his horns and insert them into his nose. up.

did not expect--

"We people on Earth have always loved peace."

Meng Chao frowned and sighed softly, "But, it's your problem to take the kindness of people on Earth as weakness."

It was too late, but soon, the first bull-headed warrior had already bombarded Meng Chao's head like a ball of lightning.

The distance between the two sides was so close that Meng Chao could even count exactly how many iron nails were inlaid on the bloody mace that this guy swung, and how many cow hairs grew on this guy's head.

Then, there is no more.

Meng Chao obviously didn't activate the totem armor.

However, there is an invisible and invisible spiritual energy shield all over his body all the time.

Like a distorted force field that can deflect all attacks, the mighty mace slipped away strangely at a hair's length away from him.

Instead of breaking his skin.

Instead, under the continuous push of the master's explosive brute force, along the trajectory controlled by Meng Chao, he hit...his hoof.

The left hoof of the bull-headed warrior was instantly smashed into a cloud of blood by his mace.

Even though he was so brave that he had no fear of life and death, the bull-headed warrior still threw down his mace, hugged his bloody hooves, and screamed wildly.

Immediately after, two bull-headed warriors wielding tomahawks followed one after the other.

The battle ax engraved with gorgeous totems and inlaid with horn decorations weighed more than a hundred catties.

In the hands of the bull-headed warrior whose muscles were so thick as to be stuffed with bombs under his skin, he was light and nimble, like a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing. In an instant, dozens of shadows of axes flew up and down, covering every part of Meng Chao's body. The joints, from the joints between the spine and the pelvis, to the joints on the fingers, have not been spared.

However, when dozens of extremely fierce ax shadows swept across Meng Chao who was neither dodging nor dodging, and did not even raise his hand to block, they failed to leave half of the traces on Meng Chao's body deeper than scraping.

It was as if, at the moment when dozens of ax shadows hit Meng Chao at the same time, Meng Chao's flesh and blood body turned into a wisp of illusory smoke, allowing the two battle axes to pass through without any hindrance, and in the next instant , recondensed from the smoke into an entity.

Before the two tauren warriors could break free from the state of exerting too much force and almost falling forward, they felt a burning pain in their palms, and a layer of skin as rough as sandpaper was worn off.

Their tomahawk was unexpectedly grabbed by the blade by Meng Chao and pulled out of his tightly clenched fist!

Orc warriors have always valued their weapons more than their lives.

Likewise, it is more difficult to take the arms of an orc warrior than to take their life.

Meng Chao lifted the weight lightly, not even a single drop of sweat permeated his forehead.

He turned the two battle axes a hundred and eighty degrees.

Then he turned his wrist slightly, aiming at the chests of the two bull-headed warriors with the wide ax head instead of the sharp ax blade.

With two "slaps", the two rough-skinned and thick-skinned bull-headed warriors were all slapped out heavily by him, and they rolled hundreds of times in one breath, before they fell limp on the ground like drunk mud, how could they get up?

The fourth, fifth, and sixth tauren warriors, when their speed reached the limit, were as terrifying as an armored train full of explosives that was about to derail.

But when they rushed in front of Meng Chao, they were all swatted back by Meng Chao like a fly.

In addition to grabbing the opponent's weapons at will.

Meng Chao did not reveal his equipment.

But looking at the bull-headed warriors who rolled back in disgrace, like mud and couldn't get up, Meng Chao took a set of heavy battle armor thicker than two fingers, all of which had five distinct fingers, clear outlines, and palm prints that could not be recovered for a long time.

In the hearts of the rest of the orc warriors, how can they not be horrified and terrified, and regard Meng Chao's seemingly ordinary hands as a peerless weapon that is more terrifying than a war hammer and a giant axe.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Dozens of arrows surrounded by flames and lightning seemed to shoot from outside the sky.

It was the centaur scout Kasava brought from the Bloodhoof clan. Seeing that the situation was not good, he launched a long-range sneak attack on Meng Chao.

The arrow infused with the power of totem not only has faster speed and stronger destructive power than anti-material sniper bullets.

Even, as the totems engraved on the shaft of the arrow are lit up one by one, they can continuously change the trajectory and increase the speed, achieving an unpredictable and irresistible effect.

Meng Chao didn't even shake his eyelashes.

The seven or eight warhammers, giant axes, maces, and meteor hammers that had just been copied in the hands and fell to the feet, all flew out in all directions like cannonballs.

Turanze also had hand halberds and throwing axes specifically for throwing.

Usually, they are one size smaller than the short weapons used in melee combat, and have special air slots to ensure the stability of the attack trajectory during the rotating flight.

The warhammers, giant axes, maces, and meteor hammers that Meng Chao blasted out were out-and-out killers with an average weight of more than a hundred catties.

No matter the quantity, speed or accuracy, they are naturally unable to compare with the arrows fired by centaur warriors.

However, just when the lightning rain and the seemingly clumsy heavy weapons were about to pass by.

The surging spiritual energy that Meng Chao poured into these heavy weapons suddenly exploded, blasting the already cracked warhammer, giant axe, mace and meteor hammer into thousands of sharp fragments!