The Khajiit warrior is only about three meters tall. Among the orcs, his figure can only be considered average. wWW!qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo!CoM
The height of the orcs is directly linked to their bloodline and strength. This tiger warrior with a low-level combat power in the sky is at most a middle- and lower-class warrior among the tiger clan. If placed in the human empire, he would be an ordinary local garrison. The level of elite warriors in the country is not yet qualified to be the main force of the orc clan's strong fighting legion.
He is such a tiger warrior. He simply wears a half-unzipped breastplate to cover his heart. He wears a short animal skin skirt and a cloak made of ordinary burlap. This is All the armor on his body. The cold wind from the Odin Icefield whipped up the blizzard and beat at him, but he didn't feel cold at all. The thick body hair on his body effectively helped him resist the cold invasion.
Holding a double-edged battle ax weighing at least two thousand kilograms in one hand, the Khajiit warrior raised his huge tiger head and shouted carelessly towards Enzo and others standing on the castle wall: "Hey, Human, how about you come down and play with me? You just won a game, and we are not ready for the next charge, so let's play first?"
Enzo looked at this low-level Khajiit warrior with cold eyes. His combat power was only at the lower level of heaven. Enzo could pierce his head with just a spit of foam.
But Enzo couldn't do that. On his resume, he was just a branch of a declining aristocratic family in the city of Malte in the Province of East. He had the power of heaven, and he came to Borelli to seek a birthplace. I was lucky enough to climb all the way to my current position.
He can't give up this identity, so he can't reveal his combat power above the heavenly level.
The tiger warriors saw silence on top of the city. He couldn't help but grinned: "Look at how many of you I have killed these days? There are more than three hundred old men and more than five hundred old ladies. Hey. Unfortunately, there are not many young people for me to kill, but you human young women , I raped no less than a hundred of them! Their skin is very delicate, and their screams are very nice!"
The ax struck the ground with force. Splitting a sleeping cow stone into two pieces, the tiger warrior laughed loudly: "Also, I roasted those delicate human women and ate them. Well, they were crunchy and crispy, so delicious! Hahaha. Better than those Warcraft beasts The meat is much more tender.”
Enzo took a deep breath, looked at the bloodshot soldiers around him, and then jumped off the city wall.
He pulled out his bayonet and strode towards the tiger warrior: "Orc, fight me like a real warrior, don't croak like a bitch here. Do you think killing the old and weak, abusing women and children? Is it a very interesting thing? Then one day, I will return it to you!"
The tiger warrior shook his head disapprovingly: "Give it back to us? You weak humans can't do this!"
Enzo had walked less than three meters in front of the Khajiit warrior. His body suddenly rushed forward, and a bit of cold light caused a terrible sound of breaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, it was at the throat of the tiger warrior. The Khajiit warrior never expected that Enzo could be so fast. In a hurry, he turned back in embarrassment, and the stabbing sword wiped his nose with the cold air.
Enzo had already rushed in front of the Khajiit warrior. He twisted his body sideways and flicked his hip hard. The huge force exploded and hit hard between the legs of the tiger warrior. Two crisp sounds were heard, and the tiger warrior let out a hysterical howl. He dropped the double-edged battle axe, covered his lower body with his hands in embarrassment, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Without waiting for the Khajiit warrior to stand up. Enzo had already stabbed his throat with a sword, nailing him to the ground.
The orc's vitality was tenacious, and blood spurted out several meters high along the blood groove 'chichi' on the stabbing sword. However, the orc's limbs still twitched crazily and squirmed for a long time, and his eyes slowly lost their luster. …,
Enzo sneered, he pulled out his stabbing sword, and tore open the cloak on the orc with one sword. A hidden pocket in the cloak was opened, and there were more than two hundred gold coins and more than five hundred gold coins. Silver coins were scattered all over the floor, and there were even twenty or so luxurious rings inlaid with pearls and gemstones mixed in. Several rings are engraved with heart-shaped crests and the names of a man and a woman. These are ancestral wedding rings of some families.
"Bandits!" Enzo raised his blood-stained stabbing sword, then looked back at the soldiers on the city top: "You see clearly, they are a group of robbers. They plunder money, plunder all wealth, kill old people, Abuse our women and children! Even if we die here, we can’t let them pass through Black Crow Gorge!”
The soldiers stared at the money on the ground. They did not look at the gold and silver coins, but stared at the simple family heirloom rings with the male and female surnames on them. This kind of ring has always been passed down from generation to generation. When the young people of the family enter into a marriage contract, the elders will give them this pair of rings as a symbol of blessing and the continuation of the family.
When such an ancestral ring appears in the hands of an orc, it proves that at least one family has suffered a devastating blow.
This means that a large number of old people and children were killed, countless women were robbed, it means that there is smoke everywhere, and it means that there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
This kind of thing is happening in the five major provinces in the north. If these ferocious orcs cannot be blocked to the north of the Black Crow Gap defense line, then this kind of thing will happen in the central province around Beleli and the core province further south. .
The population density of the central provinces was more than double that of the northern provinces, and many southern provinces, considered the cradle of the empire, were even more densely populated. Most of the Gallic Empire's fiscal revenue relied on the southern provinces. . If the orcs were allowed to break through, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Even if they die in battle, we can't let them move forward!" An ordinary soldier raised the heavy machete in his hand and howled at the top of his lungs. The faint and thin fighting spirit on his body flickered, and he successfully broke through from the upper level to the lower level, from an ordinary warrior to a high-level elite warrior.
The blood of the soldiers surged, and they all used the brave fighting spirit in their hearts to activate their fighting spirit, regardless of their lives. In just a few breaths, more than twenty soldiers stepped into the position, and hundreds of soldiers successfully raised their fighting spirit to the next level.
Enzo showed a satisfied smile. He could see that the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Corps were real elites. Their daily training was not watered down. After going through brutal training on the battlefield, they were able to break through in such a short time. Despite their own limitations, they are obviously all truly elite.
Turning around, Enzo walked slowly down the gentle slope towards the group of stunned orcs.
Standing in the middle of the gentle slope, Enzo raised his fingers at the powerful orcs: "Here comes someone who dares to fight me alone! Fight me alone like a real warrior! You are the heroes of the invincible beast god. Descendants, are you actually afraid of a human challenge?"
The orcs let out angry gasps, and one of the tallest werewolf cavalry climbed on his mount, urging the warg to make a harsh and hoarse howl, and rushed towards Enzo like a gray wind. .
Still more than a hundred meters away from Enzo, the werewolf warrior had already waved his scimitar and firmly locked Enzo's neck.
The short-distance sprint speed of a warg is faster than the best horse. With such high speed, the werewolf warrior can easily pull off the head of a rhinoceros with just a push of the scimitar in his hand, not to mention ordinary The delicate human neck. …,
The orcs' supplies were poor, and their civilization was extremely underdeveloped. The scimitar in this werewolf warrior's hand was in tatters, with several thumb-sized nicks on the blade. In the Human Empire, even members of the militia joint defense team would disdain to use such a scimitar.
But look at the shining blood on the edge of this scimitar. This scimitar has harvested the lives of at least dozens of people during this alien invasion. The blood and innocent souls dyed the edge of the scimitar red, becoming This is a symbol of military merit of a werewolf warrior.
Enzo's eyes were also locked on the werewolf warrior's scimitar. He still didn't use any fighting spirit. Just when the scimitar was about to scratch his neck, he raised his magic stabbing sword and gently touched the sword tip. Gently touch the largest notch on the scimitar blade.
With a 'clang' sound, the scimitar made of hundreds of refined iron suddenly shattered. The werewolf warrior's hand was light, and his body immediately lost his balance.
Enzo's stabbing sword pierced through his weakness like a poisonous snake, and stabbed accurately into the heart of the werewolf warrior. The werewolf warrior's face suddenly turned white. His body flew off the warg's back and fell to the ground like a rag bag.
The warg that lost its master let out a shrill howl, turned around, and pounced toward Enzo fiercely.
Facing this ferocious and huge hungry wolf, Enzo's faint purple-gold fighting spirit flashed, and a sword energy shot out from the top of the stabbing sword, hitting the wolf's forehead and piercing its head with a thumb-thickness. transparent hole.
The warg landed on the ground, its huge body slid forward more than ten meters, and lay just at Enzo's feet.
Enzo grabbed the two coarse cloth bags hanging on the warg's buttocks. He opened the tightly tied ropes at the bag mouth and poured the contents onto the ground.
Some gold coins, some silver coins, some tea, and then a set of silver tableware. In the silver teapot, Enzo found more than a dozen pieces of exquisite jewelry. There was even a precious necklace inlaid with a thumb-sized ruby, with blood stains on it. There is no need to ask more about the fate of the original owner of the necklace. The blood stains are enough to explain her whereabouts.
Enzo dropped these things, grabbed the body of the werewolf warrior provocatively, and stabbed more than a dozen holes in his body with his bayonet sword.
"Come on, fight! Come on and fight me like a real warrior!" (You are welcome to come and your support is my greatest motivation.)