Tales of the Calamitous Lighting

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||||->-> The text is not satisfying with other mercenary group Franco earning a little money. Finally, he pulled up a team. Just with his strength. It is already the limit to be able to dig a few second-tier combatants. In terms of the uneven strength of this group of mercenaries. There's really nothing to gain by making a small fight in the French Empire. And enter the Forest of Warcraft. But it was too risky.

however. Most mercenaries and adventurers. Can be seen as a group of desperate interests. Compared to taking some risks. Driven by greater profits. The Franco squad still entered the Forest of Warcraft.

In fact, most of them are around the first order in the French Empire. At most second-order Warcraft. The chance of encountering third-order Warcraft is already very small. But in the Forest of Warcraft. Second-order, third-order Warcraft is the most common existence. Franco and others were just two days into the Forest of Warcraft. Just killed four second-order Warcraft and two third-order Warcraft.

of course. Good luck doesn't always favor Franco and others. Meet twice with the fourth-order Warcraft. Let Franco's original team of twenty. Suddenly two less. It became eighteen people. Today, I met two third-order ogres at once. Will it die again. Franco couldn't tell for himself.

"The shield soldiers in the front row are flexible. Don't be hard to resist the attack of the ogres. It's your small body. If you are accidentally hit. The serious injuries are mild."

"The archers watched when they were shooting. Try to greet the ogre's head and face. The arrows you shoot at people are not enough to tickle them. In case the shot misses and hurts yourself. Update the first time carefully I can't get any money. "

At the moment, Franco rushed up and slashed two knives at the ogre's legs. Then it doesn't matter how much damage it has caused to it. A spin turned directly out. As a junior sword dancer. Franco faced this thick-skinned enemy. Very little damage can be done directly. And compared to his combat effectiveness. How much he has mixed in the medium-sized mercenary regiment. I really understand what my real responsibility is.

"Ah, who the hell. Fuck away. You're a thief. Okay ... not a warrior. Just poke your buttocks behind. Just don't **** stand in front of the ogre. What's wrong with it ..."

With Franco yelling. The young thief risked a tumbling escape of the hammer that was hit by the ogre in front of him. Update the first time if it is not for the other party to ignore the roll of the image. Even if not dead at the moment. This reckless thief kid had to say goodbye to some part of himself.

Wait until the thief stumbles and crawls out of the attack area of ​​the ogre. He dare to raise his sleeves and wipe the cold sweat from his face. However, it just turned. A lot of dirt was stained on his clothes. Under such a wipe. Suddenly let the young thief's face. There was a noticeable, screaming stain. But he didn't know this at all. Compared to his current embarrassment. Instead, the thief kid was more worried about being misunderstood by his new boss.

"Boss. This really doesn't blame me. The ogren's buttocks are not only thick and fleshy. They are so strange and stinky. Don't talk about it. It's just a little closer. It makes people spit.

For the complaints of his men. Franco is naturally aware. As his sword dancer. It should have been posted to attack. But it's because of the strong odor that ogres emit. Let him change his attention early. Choose an aggressive guerrilla. Not only does he understand this. Look at the few Ding Ding Ding Ding who is at the front to do everything possible to attract the attention of the ogre. But always avoid the shield warrior behind the ogre. Can guess one or two.

There is no time to sigh the team's difficulty and monsters. Franco with a little experience knows. If the two ogres cannot be resolved as soon as possible, then leave. In case of repeated encounters with ogres coming to the reinforcements. It's light that these dozen people can escape. After all, ogres are not the loneliness of Warcraft. They are social creatures.

Think of here. Franco had to stare hard at the mouthful thief. Then he sacrificed his morale killer. Screamed angrily:

"Just give me more effort. This adult ogre's head is worth no less than the third-order magic core. That is a hundred gold coins. Who can kill these two guys first. Go back and divide When. Get 20 more gold coins ... "

After hearing the number of rewards Franco shouted. The mercenaries around suddenly brightened. Twenty gold coins don't seem to be much. But for their team. Live out as hard as you can. Every ordinary member can get two or thirty gold coins. Update for the first time if someone can really make a fatal attack on this ogre. Then after this hunt. The gold coins he got almost doubled in an instant.

So and so. Under the temptation of gold coins. Whether it is the front shield soldier. Still the archer in the rear. Even the thief who was afraid of smelly mouth and Franco himself. Both stared at the two ogres and launched a fierce attack.

For this level of fighting. Zhang Yang just wanted to see it and left. But in terms of his powerful perception. I accidentally found a low footstep approaching here about 300 meters to the east. Listen to the two ogre warriors roaring all the time. Zhang Yang has reason to believe. Those masters with heavy footsteps. It is these two ogres' reinforcements.

Zhang Yang is not a saint. But they will not watch these people die as ogres. Furthermore, although these two ogres can still wield a huge wooden mallet in their hands, they can still bring the wind. But he was besieged by a group of people for a while. There are countless large and small wounds and a feather arrow that is deep or shallow into the meat. Now look at the scene. It seems that you just need to add more effort. These human mercenaries will be victorious.

But when Zhang Yang decided to show up to remind this group of mercenaries. The two **** ogre warriors yelled up in the sky. At this time Zhang Yang was surprised to find. It was when the human mercenaries took the opportunity to add a few wounds to them. The two ogres that were originally gray in color. It turned red instantly and swelled up.

"Oh. Oh my god. You **** **** me. The two ogres are going to be dying and violent. Damn. Don't get hit by them."

Franco is going crazy. He was still pondering when he was a classmate. Although this ogre is a third-order social creature. But when people hear about it. I didn't realize how powerful it was. But the adults in the group always look like they don't want to provoke them. Even occasionally encountering scattered ones. Also under full attack. It will be done soon. Now Franco knew it by himself. The attack by myself and these men is still too weak. And these ogres fighters are about to die. It will be violent and violent.

I watched the ogres that had swelled again in these two instants and had reached a height of four meters. Franco's words just fell. The slow-moving ogres picked up the mallet quickly. Then dragged a faint afterimage. With a puff, the thief who was stabbing their buttocks was smashed into a pool of meat.

"Oh no ~"

this moment. Franco, who was splashed by the flesh and blood of the dead thief, was found in horror. The speed of the two ogres was only twice as fast as before. And only this one. That's enough to show the power of a big living man from top to bottom. Its power has almost doubled. After one plus two. Franco suddenly found despair. The fighting power of this ogre has been infinitely close to the fourth order.

(Are we going to die here today. More and faster chapters are here.)

The biggest gap between rookie and veteran is still reflected in the mentality. under these circumstances. The rookie will be confused and lose hope because of fear. And the veteran. Will fight hard. Seek hope for yourself.

Franco is not a mature veteran. Although his strength is not weak. But that only shows that Franco's training talent is good. At this time he was splashed with blood and minced meat. Really want to leave his men and run away alone. But the reason in his head told him. Once you run away. Then he would no longer be able to gain a foothold in the mercenary world around Moratis.

Fortunately at the moment. The shield warrior Erge, who was the first to leave the mercenary regiment of the "Three Swords Alliance" with him, is a qualified veteran. At this critical juncture. Erg saw Franco's delay in speaking. He actually shouted:

"Don't mess with everyone. Attack. Keep attacking. They are dying and violent. They can be killed with more effort. Kill."

Shouted. Erge desperately urged the grudge in his body. He and Franco's strength is just a second-level bronze senior shield warrior. The total amount of grudge in the body is not much. Coupled with frequent consumption of grudge, it is used to dodge and strengthen the body. Not to mention the end of the strong crossbow at this time. The remaining amount can only let him go all out to insist on a miss.

It is true that the Shield Warrior was wearing heavy armor. With a large shield in hand, they are the strongest barrier between teammates and Warcraft. However, facing the powerful ogres that are already violent. Erg really has no confidence to resist the crazy blow of the ogres.

Only a few of the mercenaries followed Erg's call. Attack with their inadequate power. It is difficult to cause enough fatal damage to the ogres that have become faster during the rage.

Instantly leaned over to avoid the sweep of an ogre. Erge had no time to drag a **** deep mouth on the thick thigh of the ogre in front of him. The sledgehammer's heavy hammer knocked back Ergo again. Unfortunately, not all shield fighters present have the strength and resilience of Erge. It was just that Franco had just recovered. When the ogres attacked in front of Erge. A shield warrior wearing heavy armor suddenly reacted a little slower. He was overturned to the ground by the other ogre with a hammer handle.

At this moment, the shield soldier who fell to the ground was about to be smashed into meat patties by ogres. It was too late to stop Erg's eyes, which instantly turned red. The young man named George. Only twenty-two years old. Although the strength has reached the second-order bronze primary. But on weekdays he always treats Erge as a mentor. But now this cute guy is going to die in front of Erge. This made him feel embarrassed. .

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