Orc Tyrant

"Your first level will be my most valuable trophy."

Yushkin was not surprised by the crude human language spoken by Shabal, after all, they are a group of beasts with extremely high learning ability.

He did not wait for Yushikin to release similar cruel words, but immediately began the attack.

He rushed into the crowd, crushed everything that stood in front of him, and then grabbed the long handle of the warhammer to activate it.

The force field of the hammerhead made a swarm-like buzzing sound when cutting the air. This sound was soon overshadowed by successive explosions. The battle had entered the fiercest moment at this time, and many soldiers had died. , They also produced certain results, not even worse than the compatriots who blocked the enemy in the front line.

But there is still a long way to go before destroying the enemy. There are still 70 or 80 Black Fire Guards fighting on the battlefield. They are bleeding a group every minute and every second. From the beginning of 800 people to the present, only one group is left. Less than five hundred people were dropped.

Yushijin was anxious, but helpless, he must now face this challenge himself.

But he is not strictly a samurai, let alone those street duelists. He is just an ordinary officer and has no talent for one-on-one combat.

Shabal's attitude is full of aggressiveness and contempt, perhaps because he thinks he is far superior to the opponent in terms of strength, or he thinks he is enough to kill this shoe shrimp before the blood flow is agitated.

In short, at the beginning of the duel, he immediately approached Yushijin and launched several attacks on him, but the opponent was able to avoid his attacks with inflexible moves.

In his training, Yushkin taught soldiers to familiarize themselves with Ok’s physical weaknesses and behavior patterns, but in terms of skills, he still relied on instinct and repetitive training.

The only combat skill instructor is a Yaba, who studies fighting in a scholarly way, discovering appropriate skills from martial arts schools full of philosophical thinking, and then blending them to focus.

Maintaining balance, acting and reacting, how to guide the opponent to expose the flaws of his martial arts, how to avoid all kinds of temptations from the opponent-all these aspects are a group of perennial training courses, Yushijin himself has also learned.

But in the face of more ferocious and barbaric enemies, this unique technique and tactics are not enough to smooth out the disadvantages.

Every time he evaded him, he had to retreat. Many Black Fire Guards shouted when they saw Yushikin fall into passive defense. They felt that the duel would end soon, and the humans swarmed towards Shabal. Go, intend to prevent this unfair duel.

Shabal was extremely violent at this time. The huge warhammer was flexible like a small wooden stick in his hand. A certain mysterious power gave him faster speed and more amazing reflexes than before.

Even the soldiers' life-death explosions couldn't shake him. Watching him keep rounding his warhammer and smashing the soldiers like walnuts, Yushijin had a terrible idea.

Maybe he was really just playing with himself before.

As Shabal’s frenzied killing continued, maintaining the integrity of the front became more and more difficult for Yushkin.

His concentration began to drain, and he gradually began to use his instinct to resist the attacks of the Ouke warlord, no longer relying solely on observing the opponent's posture or predicting through muscle movement.

More than that, he was feeling uneasy emotions spreading boringly in his heart like needles - it was a physical sensation, and a chill was spreading along his spine.

Suddenly, the Oukes erupted into harsh cheers, and the soldiers took a breath.

When he staggered with Shabal again, he took a stealth glance, and what he saw confirmed his guess.

The flag flying on the command post has been cut to the ground with the flagpole. An Ok is standing on the roof of the command post, howling and waving a rag. That is the dirty center, and the flame-shrouded Ok skull is facing outwards. Stared.

Around the command post lay the wreckage of more than a dozen soldiers. They tried to stop all of this, but they failed in the end.

Their regimental flag fell in a pool of blood, covering a corpse.

This is a terrible sign.

The morale of a group was falling in an avalanche, and even the other troops far away at the entrance of the valley had noticed this terrible fact that was happening, and General Prokhov was even more anxious.

"What happened to the group!? Who can tell me!"

Everyone is confused and confused. After all the blood and hard work, all you get is still bitter failure and death?

"Victory or death!!!"

A roar exploded like thunder.

Until the breath came out, Yuhijin didn't even realize that this powerful and angry roar came from his throat, and all his thoughts were left behind, leaving only crimson concentration.

He strode forward to Shabal, pouring all his weight into every blow, and the squeezed energy field burst out into a series of sparks, and the screaming sound accompanied every Libi's block.

He let go of all restraints, holding knives in both hands, and attacking his opponent at a speed that he had never seen before, so fast that he even surpassed all the expectations he had before.

He knew he couldn't win, he didn't care.

He wants blood, he wants the life of his opponent, because many brothers have already died.

He wants revenge.

On this day, when facing Shabal again, Yushkin gave up all attempts to survive, and the will to pay for the debts surging in his mind, flushing out rational thinking.

Shabal laughed. He allowed Yuhijin to leave a few nicks on his breastplate, and then used the long handle of the warhammer to knock him off.

The Black Fire Guards had the upper hand, the human soldiers were losing, and no one would come to bother him anymore.

He walked to the struggling Xiami boss who was lying on the ground. The other party's head was roaring like a church bell at this time, and Yushkin didn't even know whether he was standing or lying on his stomach.

A huge shadow covered the top of his head, and he turned around. Because his back was facing the sun, his face was a shadow, only two pairs of eyes were hot.

It stretched out its hand to grab Yushkin, because it needed a complete trophy, not a smashed meatball.

"Wow!!"

Suddenly, Ok, who was holding the flag not far away, fell from the command post with a miserable cry. Several clusters of blood mist exploded on his body, and armor fragments were sprayed into the sky like raindrops.

Immediately afterwards, there was a low but smooth roar, and Shabal was startled by the sound and turned his head to look.

I saw a slender figure leaping between the two black fireguards, carrying two huge heads at the same time.

"Ok!?"

He was still wondering, when the visitor suddenly threw a weapon in his hand at him, but it fell on Yushijin's hand.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint swords, Yushikin didn't even think, stretched out his hand to pull out the weapon of the situation saw, felt the vibration from the heart of his hand, and slammed it towards Shabal's arm.

"what!!!!!!!"

The rapidly rotating sawtooth easily tore steel, flesh and bones, and amid the howls that penetrated the sky, Shabal held his **** left arm and staggered back.

At the same time, Yushkin stood up and stabs forward.

He will never forget the pathological ease of this strange weapon when it submerged into the opponent's body, nor will he forget the painful curl of the huge Ouke when he reversed the weapon that had pierced the main intestines and stomach.

After a while, the chain saw was suddenly pulled out in Yushijin's hands, and at least half of the lung lobes were destroyed along the way.

The blood hissed and evaporated from the sawtooth.

A black fire guard rushed over, but a ghostly figure appeared beside him, and then with a backhand wave, the chain saw quickly and deeply cut into its side.

It turned around and avoided a blow that was enough to cut it in half, but serious internal injuries had slowed his actions.

The next moment, the chainsaw ran across his neck and took away this terrible life.