Sharp double-edged battle axe, superb combat skills, unparalleled power and passion.

One by one, the dark swamp monsters fleeing in panic fell under the knife of the dwarf butcher who was less than half of their height.

Bogur roared, and his battle axe split the ankle of a low-level swamp monster, and another battle axe roared and cut into its other sole. The scarlet blood splattered on the face of the dwarf butcher, making him feel very satisfied.

Accompanied by the sound of snoring, Bogul pulled out the battle axe and cruelly split the abdomen of the swamp monster. Blood and intestines flowed out along the terrifying wound. Amid the painful screams, Bogul aimed at the next target.

Butchers, the alien among dwarves, have excellent combat skills and are as passionate as fire. They wander among the forests and mountains, looking for every opponent worth fighting, and in order to die gloriously in the bloodthirsty battle. It can be said that the dwarves butchers are a killing machine, and they are fighting all the time, looking for their own opponents.

On the battlefield, these little dwarfs usually don't wear heavy armor, but go into battle with their bare arms and use their best weapons to instantly kill their opponents in battle. They are bloodthirsty beasts, and once they fight, they can't stop. They will use their axes to cut the enemy into pieces until they can't even resurrect the undead spell.

They are butchers, who only seek death in battle to clear their past shame.

The reason why every butcher becomes a butcher actually has his own story. Before they become a butcher, they might be an ordinary person. Like all dwarves, they brag and drink fine wine all day long, kill enemies on the battlefield, dig treasures in mines, etc. Generally speaking, they are because they encounter some heavy blows and cannot get out, so they embark on the bloody path of the dwarf butcher.

No matter what rules the butchers are not subject to any restrictions, they may be ordinary in their first half of their lives, but once they become butchers, they will devote all their energy and enthusiasm to the battle. They keep running, running around the world, looking for the most powerful opponent. Being able to die in gloriously is the greatest wish of every dwarf butcher.

Bogur is one of them. He was born in Dulong City and is one of the members of the Dulong City Expedition Team. As a former Ranger, he repeatedly helped his teammates explore unknown maps and areas with his Ranger ability and investigate intelligence. He is an important member of the Dulong City Expedition Team.

However, during an exploration of the Troll Mountains, he and his friends met the Troll King Zorong. The Troll King killed all his companions with his extremely powerful combat power and seriously injured him.

The dying Bogur hid in the cave and waited for death. However, death did not come to him. After a week in the cave, he was rescued by the later dwarf expedition, but facing the Troll King became his nightmare. He could not forget his companion and believed that it was a great shame for him not to die with his companion.

A month later, he returned from injury and resolutely gave up the Ranger and became a dwarf butcher. He sold his beloved battle crossbow, and at the same time sold all his assets in Dulong City. He went to the Craftsman Guild and built two double-edged battle axes. With these two weapons, Bogur embarked on the butcher's path of no return...

He wandered between Dulong City and the Troll Mountains, and went south to hunt his prey.

A group of swamp monsters could not withstand the crazy slaughter of the butcher and fled to death. However, Bogur would not give up the glory he received easily. He pulled the battle axe from the back of a fallen swamp monster, and then threw it out with all his strength.

The sharp double-edged battle axe was spinning wildly in the air. After a moment of howling, it hit the body of a swamp monster. Blood suddenly ejected from its body. The falling swamp monster struggled for only a few seconds and completely lost its vitality. Its body was like mud soaked in the water for a day and a night, quickly rotting.

When Rhode arrived with his large army, the dwarf butcher was sitting on the head of a dead swamp monster, wiping his beloved battle axe. The huge double-edged battle axe was stained with a small amount of blood and broken internal organs.

The scene in front of him shocked the Noska people behind Rhodes. They saw at least six or seven corpses of swamp monsters lying in a row on the muddy forest ground. This dark creature with powerful brute force and amazing body was very powerful in combat. Even regular soldiers trained by regular soldiers need three people to work together to barely beat them. However, this dwarf actually slaughtered at least six swamp monsters with one person's strength. What kind of combat power is this? Rhodes already has a clear idea of ​​what kind of combat power.

He could at least be able to match the Taurus Lord... This was the first impression Rhode gave in his heart and the initial evaluation.

"Human, tell me, why are you here?"

A low voice came from the butcher Bogur's throat. His orange-red hair in Shamatt's shape fluttered in the wind, like a cockscomb, and was particularly conspicuous. He had various tattoos tattooed on his body, and his raised muscles were covered with the disgusting blood of the swamp monster. This image was an alien among the dwarves, but the Noskas could tell that this was a dwarf butcher.

At the same time, the dwarf also realized that these humans who hunted swamp monsters were actually the Noska people. The dwarfs had a bad impression of the Noska people. Since they believed in the Four Gods of Chaos, the Noska people in the north have always been symbols of darkness and evil. Therefore, when they met, Rhodes vaguely felt the smell of gunpowder in the air.

"I want to ask you, a short man, what should you do in the dark forest? At this time, shouldn't you hide in a cave with your companions in a mining area?"

Celta returns with contempt.

It can be seen that the two of them looked bad. The dwarf butcher stood up from the dead body. His battle axe was almost wiped. At a special angle, it could even reflect dazzling light spots. Celta also placed his hand on his weapon. If they hadn't hunted these swamp monsters together just now, I'm afraid they would have already started to meet.

"Be kind, the Norskas, don't think that you have too many people and I will run away. On the contrary, if you say another contemptuous word from your mouth, my axe will chop off your head and make a wine pot."

Bogul approached, and his big red beard almost reached the position of his belly button. In the world of dwarfs, the beard is a symbol of status and dignity.

Celta was about to pull out the battle axe, and at this time, Rhodes stood up to stop the meaningless conversation between the two.

"We are from Kisliff, Black Hammer Castle. Thank you for killing those swamp monsters for us just now. I am the Lord of Black Hammer Castle, Rhode Lawn."

Rhode walked over, took off his gloves, and extended his right hands, which were also blood-stained.
Chapter completed!