Taking advantage of the movement of the green man sweeping the grass in front of him, Brutus quietly moved his position to the left, intending to avoid the direction of the green man's advance as much as possible.
But this movement did not last long. He only moved a few meters, and Brutus had to stop his movements to prevent the approaching green man from noticing something strange in the grass that fell from time to time in the distance.
"There is no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation." As the distance between the two gradually shortened, Brutus finally managed to see the opponent's appearance clearly. From the comparison between the big stick in his hand and his arm, he realized
confirmed this conclusion.
According to his opinion, this was clearly a green wild boar that could walk on two legs. The long tusks on the right side of the cheek seemed to be broken, and on the big belly were huge pectoral muscles that symbolized strength.
Naturally, such a beast has no clothing to cover its body. If the surrounding environment were brighter, Brutus' good eyesight could still detect the dense small wounds and cracks on its body.
"Keep calm, and-" Brutus suppressed the discomfort and secretly told himself, "Don't vomit."
After the heavy footsteps and the sound of breaking wind got closer, he gently pushed aside the weeds in front of him and confirmed the direction of the orc's advance for the last time. If nothing unexpected happened, his current position would be on the right side of its path.
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The orcs were still unaware of Brutus lurking in the grass. As if he was venting his bad temper, he used the big stick in his hand to vent his negative emotions towards the grass in front of him.
When he advanced to about two meters in front of Brutus's right, and once again waved the big stick in his hand from right to left towards the grass in front of him, Brutus finally started. He jumped up
He rushed toward the orc with the fastest sprint speed in his life, preparing to insert the dagger in his hand into the orc's lungs from behind.
When he was about to succeed, the orc who heard the movement in the grass behind him turned his head. When he discovered the enemy, he roared angrily, stopped his movements abruptly, and prepared to turn his body back in the direction of Brutus to attack.
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"In battle, unless you are confident enough, try not to jump up to attack." Fabrice easily kicked the jumping Brutus to the ground. "Otherwise, if you lose your focus,
This is what happens now."
"When facing an opponent who is stronger than you, you have to be careful if he takes such an action. Such an action is usually accompanied by a heavy blow. If you don't have a shield or a strong enough weapon in your hand, it's better to avoid it.
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Brutus used the wooden sword in his hand to lift himself up from the ground and patted the ashes on his butt: "So how to judge when to use which attack method? I still don't understand this."
"This cannot be explained clearly in a few words. You have to practice it yourself. But one thing is quite clear. Make less unnecessary movements and try to kill with one hit in various ways."
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The weapon in Brutus' hand is said to be a dagger, but in fact it is still about 60 centimeters in length. In the sprinting state, he only needs three steps to insert the dagger into the orc's back, and then insert the dagger into the orc's back.
When withdrawing from the wound, cut the skin tissue toward the left side to expand the wound.
The surface layer of orc skin is much harder than that of humans, but it cannot surpass the limits of carbon-based organisms and cannot compete with copper weapons.
Warm blood splashed from the orc's back onto Brutus' face. Brutus endured the discomfort of blood splashing into his eyes and continued to accelerate to the left.
The stabbed orc let out a furious roar, which made Brutus's ears hurt. Although it hadn't completely turned around, the big stick held in its right hand had already been swept over.
If Brutus didn't do anything to dodge, his neck could be broken by the height of the sweep, which forced him to lean forward desperately and lose his original center of gravity. He put his left hand on the ground and did a roll.
The orc missed the target, and took advantage of Brutus's inability to get up quickly, holding a big stick with both hands and smashing him down. This forced Brutus to do another roll to avoid the attack. At this time, he no longer had the ability to sneak attack.
The first-mover advantage has even turned into a passive defense.
He had never considered such a passive situation in his previous plans. According to his most pessimistic estimate, it was just a missed attack. He had to distance himself from the orcs before they could fully react and hid in the forest.
Brutus used the remaining strength from another roll to force himself to stand up. The many plans he had originally constructed in his mind were obviously useless, and he could only adapt to circumstances. In the end, he chose to turn around briefly to fight.
But the big stick that was smashed down again didn't care about so many things. He had to hold the sword in his right hand and support the sword with his left hand to prepare to parry the attack. A huge force was transmitted from the wooden stick to the sword and then from the arm to all parts of the body.
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Unable to withstand the pressure, Brutus was beaten to the point where he knelt down on one knee to barely resist the orc's power. He could already feel a warm liquid flowing out of the tiger's mouth on his right hand.
The orc's legs, which were pressing the wooden stick with both hands, were not idle. It kicked Brutus. Now Brutus could only use his body to catch the kick. His body flew far away, holding the hand in his hand.
The dagger also fell to the ground during the flight.
"Ahem." Brutus stood up again and spat out a mouthful of blood. He reluctantly took out the dagger from behind with his left hand and held it in his hand. He looked at the orc who was charging towards him and prepared to make a death struggle. "I'm really going to die now.
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When the two were only a few steps apart, a bolt of lightning struck the orc, followed by a fist-sized fireball that streaked into Brutus' field of vision from the left of the orc at lightning speed and hit him.
The orc was struck by lightning and stagnated, completely breaking it into two pieces from chest height.
Looking at the lower body of the orc that collapsed and the head and neck that fell directly on the corpse without support, Brutus couldn't help but become more nervous. The burn marks were clearly visible from the fracture of the corpse, and the previous fireball passed through the orc's body.
Then it flew into the forest on the right and disappeared after punching through several tree trunks.
Brutus looked in the direction of the fireball and saw a figure wearing a robe and a hood, holding a wooden staff in his hand. He used the corner of his eye to search for the location where his dagger fell, but unfortunately
Nothing was found.
"I hope I didn't just get out of the fire pit and fall into the trap again."
"Thank you for your help. I came here with no ill intentions. I came here to save the civilians in Tatto Town." Brutus shouted to the figure opposite, "If you disturb me, I will leave now."
In the blink of an eye, the other party came to Brutus. He glanced at Brutus coldly, then turned around and walked towards the forest.
Brutus didn't understand what the other party meant for a while, but since the other party neither made clear what he said nor asked him to leave here, it should be right to follow him...