Original God: People are among fools, working from nine to five

Anyone who can be selected to go out of the city to carry out the mission, there is naturally no need to say much about the leg and foot skills.

With the advantage of height and strength, coupled with quite good punches and kicks, there is no pressure to fight a group of ordinary hilichurls.

It was the hilichurl thugs who really caused a lot of casualties to the Millelith.

The axes in their hands spun unstoppable, and even though the Millelith were all in armor, they were still dwarfed by the hellish windmills.

The giant axe, cutting through the thin armor on the Millelith Army's body is like chopping melons and vegetables, and if you hit it lightly, you will be cut with a frighteningly long wound.

If the bleeding is not stopped in time, it will bleed to death.

In addition, the axes in the hands of hilichurl thugs were stained with blood for many years, breeding many deadly bacteria that were invisible to the naked eye, and the cut wounds could also cause infection, and finally had to be amputated.

However, aside from the threat of hilichurl thugs, it is better to deal with the ordinary hilichurls...

It's as if the difficulty of the Baby's Cup has returned from the national competition in an instant.

Soon, the group of ordinary hilichurls was almost disposed of by the Millelith.

On the other side of the battlefield, an even more brutal slaughter was staged.

Zhang Yuan was like an experienced practitioner with a sharp magic knife in hand, and the group of hilichurl thugs were all specimens waiting to be slaughtered on the stage, waiting to be disemboweled one by one by Zhang Yuan with precision.

After some fighting, all the hilichurl thugs looked at Zhang Yuan with a little straightened eyes.

Due to the weight of the axe, all attacks performed by hilichurl thugs will have a noticeable attack swing.

When swinging the axe forward, you have to lift the axe with great effort, and after smashing it to the ground, you have to pull it out again, and the big windmill has to turn several times before it starts.

This also allowed Zhang Yuan to quickly grasp the attack rhythm of this group of hilichurl thugs, so as to determine when to dodge and when to attack.

Just beating like this, this group of hilichurl thugs couldn't help but feel numb.

The human in front of him seemed to be able to find a chance in their attack interval every time.

The worst thing is that from time to time, one of them can be approached by a pair of iron fists in the face and abdomen.

After fighting for a long time, they were stunned that they didn't hit the axe, and their faces were all red, and they all looked like monkey butts.

This feeling of not being knocked down with an axe, but being greeted with more than a dozen punches is simply an ordeal.

Gradually, they had the idea of quitting the war, but they did not dare to stop attacking.

These hilichurl thugs, though not very smart, are not really demented to the point where they can't understand anything.

They saw the death of that companion just now, and they saw it very clearly.

It didn't have time until the human had time to touch its side and send the stick in its hand down its throat.

And if he kept swinging the axe, the human would be afraid of the power of the giant axe and would not dare to approach.

Therefore, although they feel extremely tired and tired, they still wield the giant axe in their hands.

This group of hilichurl thugs was tired, but Zhang Yuan was actually even more tired.

The hilichurl thug in front of him is very similar to the famous Lone Cloud Pavilion F4, some hilichurls are responsible for blocking the movement of the big windmill, and some hilichurls are responsible for slashing with big axes, trying to predict his position.

This tight pace of attacks made it difficult for Zhang Yuan to find an opportunity to counter.

Zhang Yuan still remembers that when he was clearing the wasteland, he once strayed into the Lonely Cloud Pavilion, but was hammered around by the four ruin guards, and before he landed, the character's HP was cleared and the dog took him.

Of course, there were also reasons why he didn't practice enough at that time, but after the training was very high, Zhang Yuan still overturned repeatedly when he crusaded against Guyun Pavilion F4.

In the end, Zhang Yuan, who recognized that he was a big handicap, chose the Red Horn Maid Gundam Sweep, and since then, there has been no new monument in the combat history of Guyun Pavilion F4.

But now in the face of this group of hilichurl thugs, Zhang Yuan could not open his shield to avoid injury like a maid, and he did not have the Red Horn Stone Pestle, an IMBA weapon that increased attack and defense at the same time.

Therefore, every action of Zhang Yuan is as if he is dancing on the tip of a knife.

Thankfully, his improved physical fitness also improved his reflexes, which allowed him to survive the hilichurl thug's onslaught.

However, as the time of the battle grew, a strong sense of exhaustion suddenly appeared in Zhang Yuan's heart.

He felt like his brain was about to smoke, overloaded for so long that he couldn't support it.

Fortunately, hilichurl thugs are not like ruin guards, they can fire long-range biubiubiu missiles, otherwise Zhang Yuan would not have been able to support it for so long.

It's a battle of stamina and stamina, with one side having absolute strength and offensive ability, and the other using advanced body skills to rotate around and constantly add wounds to its body.

Finally, during a hand-to-hand encounter, Zhang Yuan felt that the movements of a hilichurl thug were obviously delayed a little.

It also gives him plenty of time to attack.

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he secretly changed his move in his hand, and a fierce slash fell on the hilichurl's face, causing its brain to dizzy.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan jumped up and kicked the hilichurl thug to the ground.

After doing all this, Zhang Yuan subconsciously dodged sideways, and in his impression, the next axe was about to come.

But after dodging, he didn't hear the dull sound of the giant axe coming into contact with the ground behind him.

Zhang Yuan was shocked in his heart, could it be that this hilichurl thug had changed his tricks?

He hurriedly looked back, only to find that the hilichurl thug who was supposed to split the axe was entangled by several Thousand Rock Army and could not be separated.

Zhang Yuan turned around again and found that the battle with the ordinary hilichurls had ended, and a large number of Millelith troops stopped a hilichurl thug and began to encircle and suppress these monsters in an orderly manner.

Around Zhang Yuan, there were only two or three hilichurl thugs left.

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but smile dumbly, and easily inserted the short stick in his hand into the throat of the fallen hilichurl.

Blood splattered, making the already dark red look even more gray.

The slaughter began!

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After the war, the Millelith Army began to simply clean up the battlefield.

This was done by gathering all the hilichurl corpses and burying a pit to fill it.

Zhang Yuan also slowly faded the gauze wrapped around his hand, and the originally white gauze was already soaked with blood.

But the blood was not his own, it was all hilichurls who died under his hands.

After that, he took off the blood-stained Millelith uniform.

He couldn't help but admire his foresight, and put a Millelith uniform over his clothes so as not to stain them.

Just now, the leader of the Millelith Army held his hands tightly, and thanked him with a thousand words.

Zhang Yuan said polite words while staring at his hands with wide eyes.

Just touching the gauze soaked in hilichurl blood, he really didn't dislike being dirty.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake.

A vague figure appeared not far away, and with each movement, the earth shook.

As the figure approached, its silhouette gradually became clearer.

It was a figure as majestic as a hill.

"Goo

-"

Swallowing a large mouthful of saliva, Zhang Yuan's expression couldn't help but become solemn.