Orc Tyrant

After Hagrid stripped off all the armor on his body, neither he nor the enchanter said a word, and the revealed scar was wrapped around Ok's upper body like a thick rope.

"There is only one standing."

As Hagrid said, in the end, his eyes remained fixed on the enchanter.

"Let's see who is stronger."

Varnarkus's face was trembling with rage, and at the same time Hagrid felt his heart beating faster.

Hagrid came to the side of the weapon rack, with long swords and various long soldiers inserted into it.

Next to the thick wooden stick is accompanied by a thorny meteor, as well as various short-stab daggers, small round shields, and various instruments during the listing period.

Hagrid's weapon had been broken during a reckless fight with the bloodletter, so he needed another weapon.

He chose a short machete.

Although the blade is rusty and blunt, the blade is so heavy that it is impossible to chop, but it can still break bones and flesh in Ouke's hands.

"Good choice--"

Varnakus also muttered and raised his deformed right arm, with the bone axe on it encircling the evil blush.

"——Your head will become a suitable sacrifice."

Hagrid laughed at this scolding, and he couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

Later, Oak picked up a long thick iron chain and wrapped it around his left hand.

"This will be a painful and **** battle."

Equipped, they are ready at both ends five steps apart from each other.

Hagrid had only opponents in his eyes.

Suddenly, a violent wind rushed into the stone hall, and the whistling as it scratched through the passage, gradually lowered with the roar of blood surging in Hagrid's muscles.

He leaned forward and tried his best to stay in place.

Hagrid tried to think of the first moment of their collision, when his knife knocked off the opponent's axe and slashed into his arm.

He could see the opponent's face shattering under the lightning strike of his fist.

He wants to beat him again and again!

The impending excitement of the desperate battle caused Hagrid to fall into a semi-violent state, as if he could hear his heartbeat beating along with the opponent's bone crack.

He could see the brokenness of the opponent in his eyes, but there was nothing else.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!!"

Varnakus roared and rushed towards Hagrid.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

He roared back in response, and a rumble of tearing roar accompanied Ork to the enchanter.

Varnakus held the axe high, Hagrid raised the blade to meet the axe that fell to his head.

Bang~!

The weapon shook four times when it collided, and the pain of the counter-shock spread across his arms, making Hagrid numb.

The power of this monster is awesome.

As the opponent's other arm grabbed his thigh, Hagrid squeezed forward, thrust his left arm down, and twisted it tightly when his forearm hit.

He dropped the machete, stretched his hand up around his shoulder, pulled him closer, and then hit the opponent's chin with his elbow.

Varnakus raised his arm to avoid it, and roared when Hagrid crashed into his biceps and slashed his arm and bone axe with a blunt knife.

"Green bastard!"

The weapon has been forgotten, and they are fighting for the initiative.

The enchanter's head hammered Ok's nose and his blood poured into his mouth.

Hagrid's fists attacked the enchanter's ribs, breaking into pieces.

The enchanter's teeth tore open Ok's shoulder.

The top of Ouke's head shattered the enchanter's jaw.

They persisted and endured the constant heavy blows that each other put on each other, so that both became broken bodies mixed with blood, sweat and saliva.

"God spit on you!"

Varnacus spit out.

"You guys—"

"Hit it! Shut up!"

Hagrid stopped the chatter and smashed his elbow into his cheek.

"I must do this..."

But Varnarkus was still talking to himself, as if he was talking to another being.

"They are never satisfied..."

Varnakus pulled Hagrid's head close to his mouth, and his voice turned into a blood-filled whisper.

"True rage cannot be artificially created, it is deeply rooted in blood."

As far as brutality is concerned, Oak’s anger is part of himself, and the person in front of him is forced to add to him, an invasion of his flesh.

His soul is not born to control these.

This is his weakness, Hagrid vaguely sensed that he could not control himself well.

Hagrid used the thigh of his left leg to turn into a small shield to block the leg strikes from the Varnakus hammer. He kept attacking, and the pain spread to the entire lower body.

"Get off!"

Oak groaned and gulped his throat, a blow that bought him a breather.

Enduring the pain, he knocked Varnakus away from his shoulder, then backed up to recover his legs and feet.

"You...have...lost!"

Varnakus's mouth twisted and moved forward in a fierce slap.

"Never... step back."

He shook when the enchanter's fist hit Ok's ear.

Hagrid started to be at a disadvantage, and the boys were also shocked by this brutal fighting method. Several of them wanted to use guns to solve the enchanter.

But Ur stopped.

He knew that Hagrid didn't want them to do this. This was his battle. Oak didn't talk about honor, but in the same way, the battle itself was a kind of "private property", and no kid had the right to handle another kid's battle.

Hagrid struggled to defend against a series of brutal punches and kicks, his arm hurting fiercely in the defensive blow.

They would soon be unable to resist, and Varnarkus would shatter his skull. Hagrid knew this very well.

"Blood God!"

Varnarkus opened his mouth and gave out a low growl, but Hagrid couldn't hear it at all.

His howling had been lost in the roar in Hagrid's head, and the thick blood mist that accompanied Ok's eyes was spreading.

Varnarkus's knees kept pushing into Hagrid's abdomen, and Ok was kicking loudly. Even if he lost an arm, it was still a cruel fighter.

Not to mention the damage that Hagrid caused him, it would soon be compensated by the red mist, except for the severed arm.

This gave Hagrid a little bit of inspiration.

"It's time for me!!"

Hagrid roared, pressing on Varnakus with all his strength, resisting the heavy blow that almost cracked his chin with a punch, and then wrapped the blade in his hand around his neck. The enchanter perceives the danger and rushes forward with all his strength.

Both of them fell over immediately.

Varnarkus kept hammering Hagrid as he fell, and he landed on Ouke, pressing the opponent's upper body under his double strands.

Hagrid covered his face desperately with his arms, and the enchanter hit them with his fists and elbows indiscriminately, trying to hit Ork on the head.

"Go to hell!!"

Hagrid roared in frustration, swallowing all his intuition, even though everything was asking him to fight back.

But if he moves his arm now, he will probably die.

Hagrid chose to wait and let Varnakus attack again and again.