[The orc's anger can no longer be contained. He challenges you. If you fail, it will seriously affect the morale of the team. ]
The two sides confronted each other across the [Lubeck River].
Kane stepped onto the bridge with a steel sword in hand. Every step of the Flying Wolf left pale scratches, and he used low barks to express his fighting spirit.
The huge body of the Barmonro Boar made the stone bricks beg for mercy.
The orc leader's short axe kept hitting the shield, and the friction of steel produced tiny sparks.
His murderous intent continued to be revealed.
"Little thing from the south."
The orc clamped his legs together, and the wild boar smashed the stone bridge, stepped forward and charged, with his fangs pointed forward.
The Flying Wolf was not afraid. It stepped on the stone railing of the bridge, and its gray hair turned into a stream of light. Its roar could not catch up with the passing shadow.
The two sides kept closing the distance.
This is a contest between thunder and mountains.
"Watch out for your head, you're just a stink bug." The orc kept grinning, drooling, and took the opponent's dodge as fear. "You'd better never get close to it."
His mount was still brave, clearing everything in front of it.
The orc waved his round shield, and the steel scraps scraped a hurricane, and the axe hidden behind was the weapon to split the head.
Ken drove the wolf and dodged the impact while moving.
The steel sword drew an arc in the gap and chopped at the opponent's hand guard. The chainmail arm guard burst out sparks, and a fight was completed in the blink of an eye.
The wolf king was light and swift, and pounced on the wild boar, and his sharp claws penetrated its skin.
Ken couldn't break the orc's defense, so he simply inserted the steel sword into the wound on the wild boar, in exchange for a shrill roar.
He was like a ship overturned by the waves.
Both the man and the wolf were pushed to the back, and the positions of the two sides were exchanged.
The bandits' cheers were extremely unpleasant and not in unison. The snow lizards were restrained and could not move forward. The eager minions were hitting the metal.
Ken slowly adjusted his position.
After several rounds of thrilling exchanges, the Fae Wolf finally bit the boar's neck after a leap, and its limbs pressed together, its fangs firmly embedded in the flesh, and its claws repeatedly peeled off the skin.
Ken covered his entire body with blue flames.
He threw himself on the opponent's saddle, pretending to snatch the reins, raised his foot to avoid a slash, and used his sword to block and push the man out.
Two figures rolled on the stone bridge, covered with snow and mud.
Before Ken could get up, the shield enlarged in front of his eyes. He only felt a pain in his bones, and the surroundings became dizzy.
"Face me!"
The orc shouted and pursued the victory.
Ken raised his sword and thrust it into the ground to slow down, leaving a deep scratch. He dodged the attack by leaning sideways and cut into the opponent's gap, tearing open the defense with the storm of steel blade.
"You're not bad!"
The orc's axe drew a distance between the two sides.
Ken gripped the hilt tightly.
He could feel the blade getting hot due to friction, and just as he was about to continue fighting and break through, he felt a chill on his back.
Whoosh--
Two sharp arrows with tricky angles flew from behind.
Because the distance was too close, one of them was barely avoided, and the other one grazed his thigh.
"Despicable, this is a blasphemy of a battle, the old gods are ashamed of you!"
Kuima cursed.
He stood up and wanted to draw the bowstring, but the orc had already pressed close to him, and there was no suitable angle to support him.
Ken really didn't expect that the opponent would harass him in a duel.
[Challenging before the battle is about morale. A team with a despicable style will be excited by dirty means, and a team that advocates honor will be inspired by upright behavior. ]
"There is a flaw!"
He heard a thunderous roar in his ears, and then his abdomen ache, and a collision knocked him out.
The orcs chased forward quickly!
He raised his round shield high and smashed down sideways.
There was a clear sound of bone cracking in Ken's right arm, and the fingers holding the weapon also loosened weakly.
The bandit camp was laughing and shouting. They enjoyed the scene of tyranny, loved despicable means, and would also shout loudly when the opponent was in a desperate situation.
The wolf pack in Ke'e Village could no longer hold back...
The soldiers were anxious and angry, and everyone had anger in their eyes.
"You are so stubborn."
The orc pressed his knee against Ken's chest and stepped on his other healthy arm. This execution action can greatly increase the fear of the dead.
But the human in front of him was unwilling to groan in pain, neither begging for mercy nor cursing.
"I have killed many tough guys like you. It's too boring. I like to hear those people begging for mercy, and then, like this..."
The orc turned his back to the sun, his whole face was terribly gloomy, and he raised his axe high.
"Well, you know..."
Ken lay on the ground, spitting blood foam with his head tilted.
"Many things have tried to kill me."
When he turned around, his face was still calm. Death is something you can get used to.
He is fearless and does not succumb to any test.
The corner of the orc's eye twitched, and the feeling of aggrieved urged him to listen to what the dying man had to say.
As a result, there was only a light cold snort and a faint mockery.
"You won't be the one who succeeds, but you are definitely the one who talks the most."
"You bastard, die!"
The orc was completely furious, his thick eyelids were full of bloodshot, and he was about to chop down with his axe!
However, the vigilance he gained from years of fighting made him pause.
Ken's right arm, which had been fractured and dislocated, had actually recovered. The steel sword was like a cold lightning, passing across the opponent's face. After a while, a line of blood passed through his eyes, bringing a deafening scream.
What a pity, if the opponent didn't stop, he could have directly sealed his throat.
Ken exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and kicked the orc down with force.
Aww——
Feilang had come here at some point and directly threw the orc whose vision was blocked to the ground. His sharp claws cut through the leather protective gear, and his fangs were already above his throat, deeply immersed, and blood gushed out.
The Barmonro Boar was chasing behind...
It was also covered in blood, and it was mad and wanted to kill everyone.
Ken flashed out from the shadows, almost crossing with the Flying Wolf. His movements were decisive and clean, and the flames spread along his right arm to the entire steel sword.
The broken blade pierced through the air and pressed against the boar's head.
He felt a little resistance, passing through the extremely tough cortex, and piercing into the soft tissue from the weak and boneless place.
He hardly moved, but the huge inertia sent the prey to the sword!
Ken let go of his hand, and the huge Barmonro Boar shook its head violently, staggering, like an overturned chariot rolling down, directly pressing on the orc's body, its limbs twitched for a moment, and it slept in a pool of blood with its master.
[The battle is over, reputation X120, injury X1, and a number of trophies. ]