Several Stromgarde soldiers leaned down, and countless pieces of rubble flew past their heads. If they had moved even half a beat slower, their heads might have exploded.
"You bastards, besides hiding behind that broken door, what else do you have?" an ogre in hard armor shouted loudly, judging from the huge stick in his hand that was as thick as an adult's leg.
, this guy’s status among the ogres who respect strength will never be too low.
"Bah! Don't be so proud of yourself, pig-headed Mock!" A soldier raised his head and cursed. It seemed that this was not the first time they had dealt with these fat men. "Bullying our few soldiers guarding the city is nothing, your Highness Jialin."
I'll come over and take care of you later..."
"boom!"
The strong ogre named Mok hit the iron city gate with his stick again, causing the entire city tower to shake. The soldiers who were cursing just now quickly turned back.
"Hahaha!" Seeing how stupid humans are, the ogres under the city gate laughed unbridled. Although they had never invaded the West City, it did not prevent them from laughing at these weak pink skinned guys.
"See? Even if your Prince Laoshizi comes, I can still beat him into a meat pie!" Mok waved his wooden stick triumphantly. As the leader of the Stone Fist tribe who speaks with strength, he will naturally not let go.
It is a chance to establish prestige in front of the companions, and the fans of the Syndicate have said that if they can keep the people in the city huddled in for one more day, they will be given an extra bag of gold coins!
As a smart ogre chief, Mork naturally knows how magical these shiny little things are - even though the Stonefist tribe does not need currency, other races like them, and smart Mork can use these money to exchange for more
food!
"One bag, two bags, three bags..." Mok drooled while imagining the fresh ale he could buy and the golden roasted piglets. He couldn't help but get excited and wiped his mouth.
With saliva dripping from his side, he carefully picked up his fingers and began to calculate how much salary he could get.
Just when he was wondering whether seven was followed by nine or three, a heartbreaking sound of door latch pulling sounded from the city. As the iron door slowly opened, hundreds of red-clothed humans who looked untouchable came out from inside.
come out neatly
"Chief Pighead, the pink guys are out... Ouch!" The guard who kindly reminded him was hit hard by Mok. Although he didn't die, it still made him dizzy for a while.
"You idiots, how many times have I told you to call me Chief Mok, and all the other damn nicknames will be thrown into the cesspool!" Mok roared at his subordinates. Ever since he learned this nickname,
After understanding the meaning of "Pig Head", he resolutely refused to allow others to call him "Pig Head", even though he did look more like a pig.
The humans on the opposite side took advantage of Mok to teach his men and arranged their formations in an orderly manner. Several leaders-looking guys were discussing something in low voices in front of the formation. One of them was very familiar to the ogres, that is, they had dealt with them several times.
Prince Jialin, but the others are very unfamiliar. Could they be the foreign aid they invited?
"Hey, fat guys on the other side!" It seemed that the discussion had been completed. A sturdy orc walked out of the human team, carrying a strange-shaped giant ax on his shoulder. "I heard from His Highness Jialin that one of you is called a pig-headed one."
This guy is very good at fighting, right? Do you dare to have a fight with Mr. Roxas!"
Mok, who was despised, suddenly flew into a rage. He didn't bother to care about why orcs mixed with humans. Anyone who insulted him would be killed! The ogre chief waved his giant stick angrily and shouted: "
Damn greenskin, I'm going to beat you until you can't even recognize your parents!"
"Come on then, Mr. Pighead!" Roxas raised his fingers at the other party, and the soldiers behind him burst into laughter.
"Ah! Go to hell!" The murder weapon covered in brains and blood brought up a gust of fishy wind. The enraged Mock raised the iron rod high and ran towards Roxas.
"Well done!"
The orc swung his battle ax without hesitation and fought the ogre forcefully.
Amidst the deafening collision, Roxas's enchanted weapon obviously took advantage. Except for some cracks on the blade, everything was intact. However, the iron rod in Mok's hand was not so lucky - it was shaken without any suspense.
into pieces
The ogre took two steps back with blood on his hands, and shouted as if he had been deceived: "How is this possible! I actually lost to a weak orc... despicable greenskin! You must have used the dirty blood of humans.
You can't defeat magic!"
"You speak Common Tongue well, Fatty! It seems that the nickname they gave you is a bit undeserved," Roxas said with a joking smile, "But I didn't use any despicable magic just now, you know Saurfa
The Er family only has invincible warriors, and there will never be a little mage who hides behind others and waves a magic wand."
"Then do you dare to throw away the magic weapon in your hand, and let's fight with bare hands!" Mok shouted unconvinced, and Regan, who was watching the battle, actually saw a hint of cunning in the ogre's eyes.
the light
"Wait a minute, Roxas!" Regen stopped the orc who was about to challenge him, "This guy is not as stupid as you think, don't agree easily!"
"Don't worry about it, my Lord Commander," Roxas said nonchalantly, "I can handle ten fat guys like this with my bare hands, more than enough! Watch out, I'll take care of his fat man later.
Fathead brings it to you!”
Before he finished speaking, the orc dropped the weapon in his hand, jumped in front of the opponent with a leap, and headed straight for Mock's head with a fist the size of a bowl.
"Hi!"
A flash of light flashed in the ogre's eyes, and he leaned back suddenly with agility that was not consistent with his stature, avoiding the inevitable punch of Roxas. The fat man who seemed to be obese was able to flexibly support the ground with his hands.
He bent his legs and kicked out suddenly, hitting the orc's chest with a blow that could have killed an ox.
"Bang!" Roxas's mouth was filled with blood. He opened his eyes in disbelief and flew backwards, hitting the city wall firmly.
From Mok's backward dodge to launching a counterattack, this series of actions was almost completed in an instant. Before most people could react, the orc was completely defeated and fell, while the fat ogre looked even more arrogantly.
Roxas
"Orcs who only know how to talk are as useless as your stupid ancestors!" Mok said disdainfully, "Without weapons, you are just an insect worth mentioning!"
"Shut up...cough!" Roxas broke free from the support of several soldiers and was about to step forward for a showdown, but the severe pain in his chest forced him to give up the idea.
Strictly speaking, he lost unjustly. After all, in the universal concept of the mainland, only a fight with weapons is called a battle, and a bare-handed contest is at best a brawl. Except for the legendary pandaren in Pandaria, who are proficient in this skill?
A fighter, there are few professions in Azeroth that specialize in boxing and kicking kung fu.
But now it seems that this arrogant fat man must have some connection with the mysterious martial artist - whether it is luck or cleverness, as an ogre famous for his stupidity in the mainland, it is impossible for him to understand these skills on his own anyway
Thinking of this, Reagan made up his mind to capture this ogre alive and dig out his hidden secrets.
"Have a good rest, Roxas, and leave this guy to me!" Regen walked up to the orc and patted his shoulder comfortingly, "As I said just now, I will take care of his fat head.
Make you a chamber pot.”
"Be careful, Ragen..." the orc said with regret, "I shouldn't have ignored your advice just now. This guy does have some skills. You must not fall for his fool and act foolishly.
Empty-handed duel!”
"That's right, Mr. Regen, we are now much more numerous than the other party. We can just swarm up. Why fight alone with these fat men?" Garin and Herod also advised.
"It doesn't matter, my mentor also taught me some boxing and kicking skills. This fat guy's three-legged cat-handle style may not necessarily defeat me!" Regen smiled slightly and walked forward slowly.
"Are you next?" Mok picked his nose and asked disdainfully, "Looking at your bones, they are worse than the green skin just now. Are you going to let me carry it home directly to be used as firewood?"
"Of course, as long as you have the strength!" Regan took off the Great Royal Sword, threw it to the guard standing behind him, and hooked his fingers at the opponent, "Let me see the first ogre fighter in the mainland.
, what kind of skills do you have!"
"Ha, you idiot! Since you are in such a hurry to be reincarnated, Chief Mock is here to give you a ride!" The ogre smiled ferociously and stretched out his right arm, and saw that the fat and loose fat suddenly jumped.
In an instant, he became as muscular as a giant, and there was a looming air flow on his fist, which was very similar to the state after bloodthirsty surgery.
Seeing this vision, Regan couldn't help but frown slightly. Although there are many shamans among the ogres, Mock is obviously just a pure warrior. Even if he is the leader of the tribe, he cannot master this kind of magic.
level magic
Could it be that...this flow of gas is related to fighting skills? Reagan's eyes lit up, and he became more determined to capture this fat man alive.
"Crack!" After a heart-wrenching sound, Mock's limbs completely changed their shapes. Although the bloated body still looked a bit nondescript from the outside, anyone with a little common sense in the scene understood that this cannibal
The devil is different from ordinary fat guys!
"Pink guy, take the move!" Mok hit each other hard with his strong fists, and twisted his left and right feet into an incredible angle, "Spiral strength!"
He shouted loudly, kicked out his legs violently, and his whole body shot towards Regen like a spinning cannonball!
Almost at the same moment, Regan, who had been observing, also moved!
A strong golden light suddenly erupted from his palms, and his feet followed Mok's movements just now, and a large spiral that was not inferior to the opponent was formed in an instant - but with the blessing of powerful holy energy, this
The golden "humanoid cannonball" is even more powerful!
"Boom!" Before everyone had time to marvel at the knight's imitation ability, two high-speed flying "cannonballs" collided violently in mid-air, and after a slight delay, the golden spiral pierced through like a spike.
On the gray side, countless tiny bits of minced meat and bones floated down with a deafening sound.
"Oh my god..." Prince Garin was so surprised that he could hardly speak. Although he had long thought of Ragen as being as powerful as possible, he unexpectedly underestimated the true strength of this dragon-slaying knight—
-After all, as the leader of the Stone Fist clan, Mork is by no means a weakling. His ability to defeat the mid-level warrior Roxas is enough to prove it. But even so, the ogre leader was torn to pieces by Regen in a single encounter.
Not even the whole body was left behind.
Seeing the chief's tragic death, the remaining ogres fled in all directions with a tacit understanding. The human soldiers only had time to catch a slow one and brought him to Regan, who jumped from mid-air.
"These damn fat guys are really good at what they do." Roxas, who had recovered from his injuries a little, shook his head disdainfully and looked at the unhappy knight, "Let me tell you, Ragen, you won't make people look like flour."
The earth is not satisfied yet!”
"You know nothing!" Regan said a rare curse word to his companion, "That fat guy has a lot of secrets, how could you just let him die like this!"
"Forget it, Lord Regan, Roxas doesn't know about it either, so just calm down for now!" Herod advised from the side.
"That's right. Besides, it seems that you were the one who killed him. Why are you so angry at me..." The orc muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Huh?" Regan glanced at him threateningly. Roxas immediately raised his hands and shouted helplessly, "Okay, I surrender. It's because I don't understand the wise decision of the commander. I deserve death for my low duty!"
"You guy..." Regan shook his head in confusion. He simply didn't bother to care about the orcs who were trying to show off their treasures, and began to interrogate the only ogre that was caught.