"Miss, don't come here, it's dangerous here! Their people... damn! There are too many of them!"

All kinds of shouts of death, the clash of swords and guns, accompanied by little sparks, turned into a grand war drama, so realistically staged around Marshall.

"Haha! How can you, a mob, possibly win! Your leader has been held back, and no one will come to save you now no matter what!"

Tong spitted blood, and the flail in his hand seemed to respond to his master's fatigue, and became sluggish accordingly.

"Drink -" Even though the bear orc was physically exhausted, his eyes still flashed with unyielding ferocity, "I won't let you hurt the lady even a hair!"

He hit the ground with both feet and pulled up the blood-stained flail in his hand. The muscles on his arms were beating like a rushing river. Even though the armor on his body was dented and even if his tiger's mouth cracked, he still gritted his teeth.

Use your strength to your limit!

Bang! Bang bang! Bang!

"Huh?" Tong discovered that sporadic cracks appeared at the connection of the flail in his hand!

He doesn't even know now that if he swings the flail a few more times, the cracks on it will continue to expand and eventually fall apart! If this is the case, his life may not be saved!

But Tong did not hesitate. If Marshall's life could not be saved, then what was the purpose of his coming here this time? Was he just trying to earn money to survive?

Maybe so...

But after getting along with each other for a period of time, Tong seemed to have discovered the extra things he should do in his spare time.

"Haaah!" Tong ignored the damage to the weapon in his hand and waved the huge flail in his hand again, "Get away! You are not allowed to get closer to the lady!"

Crack! The flail actually cracked sharply in mid-air as it was being swung. The chains were flying, and the hard fragments exploded in all directions, slicing the bodies of several orc companions. There were heart-wrenching groans from the tired grunts.

Little by little, it emerged from the depths of the throats of all the orc followers.

They are at the end of their rope and may not be able to hold on much longer.

Now, William was holding on to his falling body and rushing toward the battlefield not far away with a look of resentment on his face.

The concentration of light attribute rune magic power at night is really too low... He has to spend three minutes to extract the non-attribute magic power from the underground [Original Rune]...

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"Damn...this beast is such a waste of time..."

Why can he last for so long? Why?

William worked hard to adjust his breathing, and moved bit by bit towards the battlefield that was so tragic just by listening to it. If his silent murmur was interrupted, Marshall would have no hope of survival.

His body was wandering in an illusory and translucent state, and crackling sounds bounced inside his body. This unstable situation was a manifestation of the strong absorption of the magic power of the non-attribute runes.

This detracts from the overall magic quality and should not be used more than once.

"You have to hold on... you must hold on!" William, who made a mistake, has no room for regret. He must seize every opportunity to recover!

Tong on the battlefield has not yet reacted to the broken situation of his weapon, and his hand still maintains a waving posture.

Of course, no one else reacted, and a flail as big as a tung head hit an orc warrior who was caught off guard in the face!

Snap!

Blood burst out, and the wolf-orc was killed on the spot before he could even scream!

"Damn! He killed one of our brothers, what should we do?"

Suddenly, there was a roar of people! Enemy troops coming from all directions instantly surrounded the huge bear orcs!

"Kill him! We should have killed these gnawing beasts a long time ago!"

Tong's armor had been scratched off in pieces in the battle, and the feeling of pain disappeared in the face of the endless sting. The blood scabs fell off and then knotted, and then fell off again. The blood was scattered in the gaps between the thick fur.

It dripped out from time to time, but was quickly dried by the dry night wind into rough crystals, which reflected a shiny oily luster in front of the flame.

"There's no way you can succeed! Tong! We're here to save you! Waaaah—get out of my way!"

Tong was very relieved to hear calls from friendly forces outside the layers of enemy troops, but he knew that without weapons, he would not be able to defeat these dead soldiers who went in with white knives and went out with red knives.

.....

"Don't worry about me, hurry up and protect Miss Marshall, don't let her get hurt!" Although the flail is not there, the stone handle in his hand is still there. As long as he still has the weapon, he can keep fighting until the last moment!

Even if there is nothing left, he still has his hard iron fist and thick fur!

"But she seems to be protected by a shield! They can't get in, but we can't get close to her! Damn it, get out of my way!"

"Haha, as long as you all die first, no one can stop us! Our leader will never lose to your weak human employers!"

Tong's brows suddenly knitted together, and his face suddenly turned half pale. In anger, he clenched the stone handle in his hand even tighter, and tightened his short rear tail suddenly, and all the muscles in his body were unknown.

How many are overloaded again!

"You guys, please stop this!" Tong put his hands across his chest and blocked the blades in front of him, "If the princess dies, we will be left with nothing to eat!"

"Do you think we will believe you? You humans who talk through your anuses... are just farts!"

After saying this, the crowd immediately burst into laughter. Unexpectedly, there were several knife marks on the back of the bear orc. Tong immediately turned his head, only to see four or five wolf orcs with sarcastic faces looking at him.

Holding his bloody scimitar, he nakedly showed that the blade on his body was their masterpiece.

"Damn...damn...should you change your stupid habits brought from the tribe?" Tong spat blood-streaked phlegm, "Today, I won't die.

, then don’t even think about stepping over me!”

"Hahaha! You're so stubborn, hahahaha!"

The orcs around him seemed to have known their victory, and they burst into laughter. The cold light struck one after another, and the blood marks bloomed one after another. As the blood spurted, Tong's roar inevitably brought some decline!

Tong turned sideways and blocked several knives on his neck with his hands. Since the stone handle on his hand had been cut off, he had no other way to defend himself now.

"hiss......"

That's a knife to the flesh...these sharp blades cut through his own fur with ease, passing through the thick fat of the bear orcs, reaching the hard muscles, and leaving deep marks on the bones and flesh connecting the muscles.

traces!

"Tong——!"

Haru was dead, and Tong, who was surrounded by water, was also hacked to pieces. The tragic situation made all the orc followers here feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Give me, get out of here!"

He can still move! He still has thick fat! He still has solid muscles! Why can't he break through the encirclement... At least he can buy Marshall a little more time!

The thick bear legs came in handy at this time. With his thighs bent upward, Tong directly hit the orc warrior's blade with his body and kicked forward with his right foot. He was actually among the layers of enemies.

I kicked a bulge in my middle!

This is the power of the bear. One against ten, or even one against one hundred. Such a heavyweight character is not so easy to defeat!

"Haha..." But this time, there were dozens of very deep wounds on his body. After all, he just hit the knife edge by himself...

"Damn you..." A tiger orc in front of him caught the opportunity for Tong's attack and kicked hard into the fat belly of the bear orc!

"Haaah!"

In an instant, the knives on the Ursine Man's stomach were all torn apart. The huge pain caused Tong to bend down and try his best to stop the flow of blood, but the attack behind him did not stop, but became more rampant!

"No...I can't..." Tong tried to keep his body from falling, "You...damn-"

Buzz-bang!!

It was a burst of golden light that shot up into the sky and made everyone present dizzy!

"What, what's wrong?"

"That's where that damn little beast is! Damn...what happened? It's so bright! I can't see clearly..."

The light at the right time gave Tong an opportunity to take advantage of it. He leaned down, put his hands around his head, and rushed out with all his strength!

The howls of terror continued, and the roars of pain followed closely. Tong gritted his teeth, and the expression on his face was as dejected as a lost dog. Every time he was hit, the blood splashed could dye the body of an orc warrior a red blood.

.

"Damn, damn..." Tong's steps gradually became frivolous, and he had to close his eyes as he stumbled, taking one step at a time...

If you knock down one, hit another! That’s considered a profit!

"Ugh! Who bumped into me!"

"Uh-huh!"

puff!

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, the soft and cold evening breeze blew by, and it seemed that there was not much blood left on his body.

"Haah..."

The bear-orc, covered in blood, lifted his leg and took two steps forward.

He ran in the direction of that beam of light. Even if he closed his eyes, even if the blood blurred the corners of his eyes, that pure light would still reach the bottom of his heart.

Snap! Snap!

It was as if these two feet were as heavy as a mountain, and the sand and gravel were flying. The soldier who had experienced hundreds of battles could no longer support his body, and finally his knees gave out and he knelt down.

So bright...too bright...

"I...I...ahem..."
To be continued...