primitive evolution

() The pale half-orc looked at the "farmer" who made wild words not far away, and curled his lips indifferently: "You will become my dead soul after a while, as a reward for your bravery, I will Make fine wine glasses out of your skull."

"Actually, I would rather use your head as a toilet." The scavenger shrugged indifferently, with a few smiles on his delicate face: "It should be almost time now, and you can die in fear."

As soon as the scavenger finished speaking, he had already killed the half-orc. How could the brave half-orc leader fall behind?

The two fought against each other without too much damage. The pale half-orc relied on his strength to defeat ten times, and constantly cracked the scavenger's tricks. Attacks, constantly sending out tricky attacks, it was difficult for the two of them to tell the winner.

At this moment, the half-orc's face suddenly changed. It felt that its physical strength had been weakened a lot, and immediately flew back. The scavenger had already seen its mutated expression. How could he miss such an excellent opportunity? , a rounding slash deflected the half-orc's heavy hammer skillfully, he bullied forward decisively, and the hard hilt hit the half-orc's abdomen, and the situation at this time turned into a dramatic reversal.

At this time, the pale half-orc's own attributes were greatly reduced by the spiritual force field. Originally, it had an absolute strength advantage, but at this time its strength became equal to or lower than that of the scavenger, and its speed was being weakened. It was even more unbearable in the end. The scavenger believed that as long as ordinary humans who had exercised their bodies, it was not impossible to escape its attack at this time.

With one successful blow, the scavenger made a fierce slash, and the pale half-orc squatted down suddenly. It raised the prosthetic spear in its left hand to block the attack. It already fully understood that this guy in front of him was probably a person with A half-breed ranger of elves, a pervert who cultivates both magic and martial arts, his own strength has been weakened by half of the vicious magic. If he is fighting this skilled fighter, he will only be beheaded.

The only way it can save its life is to rely on these hundreds of orcs. As long as it enters the regiment, this hateful guy in front of him will have nothing to do.

Leveraging the reaction force of this confrontation, Asog abruptly ran back for more than two meters. As soon as he stood still, he immediately rushed to the corps fighting not far away, and said in his mouth Speaking the orc language, it may be that it knows that it is invincible, so it first summoned some miscellaneous soldiers to delay the strong enemy behind, and it escaped quickly on the giant wolf under the protection of some cavalry around it.

The half-orc miscellaneous soldiers who stormed the dwarf defense line around heard the leader's call, and rushed over in groups of dozens, which weakened the frequency of attacks on the dwarves in disguise and greatly reduced the pressure they faced.

The dwarves speeded up and moved towards their king Sorin, during which Xiao Fan wanted to rush to help "Wang Lie" but was dissuaded by Balin, the oldest in the team.

He pointed out that the mental state of "Wang Lie" at this time is a bit like a race in the ancient times of this continent. When they killed too much on the battlefield, they would stimulate their own blood to go berserk, and the warriors after berserk Both defense and attack power are multiplied. The only flaw is that it does not distinguish between enemy and friend, and attacks everything close to itself.

And in the process of resisting the attack of the half-orcs, the knowledgeable Bahrain of course had to pay attention to their dwarf friends. He found that "Wang Lie" might be a person of that race in ancient times, and in fact Wang Lie at this time can indeed be regarded as The above is another type of madness...

Batches of Orcs and Wargs flocked to Scavenger, even he had to deal with it carefully. He originally had 240 health points, but with the consumption of battles, his health was only 180 points now. It was saved a little bit by relying on his high evasion rate and recovering 9 points of health per minute.

There are at least 3 teams with a total of more than 80 people flocking to him. As the saying goes, too many ants kill elephants. Unless he has some powerful moves, he can't even think about killing so many people at once.

At this moment, the scavenger took out 11 poker cards from the equipment bar, took out one card and put it back in the equipment bar. He needed the additional attributes of the ultimate poker.

These ten poker cards are a big killer. Although it is exaggerated to say that killing seven or eighty people, it can also deter them from acting rashly. At this time, he is still disappointed that the pale orc escaped. At this time, he still wants to We must find a chance to kill this guy.

The orc team is approaching. Although they still look so brave, their own attributes have been weakened by half at this time, and their blood volume is probably only between 70 and 80 points. The explosion damage of poker It is 2~40 points, and it comes with a certain chance of splash damage of about 20 points. If you are lucky, the burst attack can reach about 60 points. These menacing orcs and wargs will almost be completely destroyed by a wave of such attacks. Entering the state of dying, when the time comes, he can only fall powerlessly on the cold ground, waiting for the master's kitchen knife like a lamb to be slaughtered.

At this time, the scavenger could even see the pale orcs surrounded by a group of subordinates behind the huge team of orcs, looking at him with a haughty and evil expression.

"Weak animals like to live in groups, while powerful creatures are always solitary. This habit is doomed for you to be a weak guy." A bloodthirsty light flashed in the eyes of the scavenger, and he rushed to him at this moment. Almost all the wolf cavalry had a feeling of retreat, but this retreat was quickly suppressed by them.

"Roar" a tall one-eyed half-orc let out an angry roar. It pulled out the rough iron blade hanging on the left side of the warg, and pointed it at the sky.

"Roar, roar, roar" the roars continued in an endless stream, which seemed a bit messy, but it successfully highlighted the sturdy character of the half-orc.

10 meters...

7 meters...

6 meters...

The scavenger suddenly and quickly threw out the ten playing cards in his hand. The force he used for each card was different, aiming to cover the half-orc team that was rushing as much as possible.

"Boom, boom!" Explosions sounded one after another, and there were screams, roars, and panic in the half-orc team, but in an instant there was only mourning all over the floor.

The scavenger took a playful look at the pale orc in the distance. The expression on its cold face was very exciting. It was like entering a dream five-star restaurant and ordering a delicious ginseng stewed chicken soup. He opened the pot, and when he drank the soup, he spit out a few disgusting flies. At this time, the pale orc looked like he had eaten the flies.

The half-orcs around didn't dare to approach the scavenger at this time. They didn't know that there was only one piece of unusable equipment in his pocket at this time. They only knew that being hit by something that could explode was either fatal or injured.

The scavenger walked into the team of half-orcs who were howling, and looked at the corpses and wounded all over the ground, he actually felt a bit of pleasure: "The murderer is benevolent, and if you want to blame it, blame your leader for being too rubbish. Run away." He ruthlessly cut the necks of the injured half-orcs one by one, and at this moment on the battlefield, you could only hear the "cuckoo" sound of blood rushing out of their throats.

After the explosion, the dwarves and the orcs had already stopped attacking, and they all stared at the scavenger in a daze. When they saw the brutal actions of the scavenger cutting their throats one by one, almost everyone was unconscious. Touched the neck.