Zhao Mai has been besieged many times. Not only have he become accustomed to it, but he even likes the feeling of turning on the "unparalleled mode" in a group fight. The feeling of focusing on fighting, focusing on physical control, and focusing on demarcating the boundaries between life and death is an experience that cannot be seen in any other environment.

The dire wolf opened its big mouth, its fangs were like bayonets, followed by four rows of saws, which could easily cut the skin, flesh, bones and blood. It is possible that the voyeuristic goblin was still watching, so there was no need to take out all the cards. Therefore, Zhao Mai was not going to let any dire wolf bit him. He held a dagger in one hand and a dagger in the other.

Every blow must have a real effect. The easiest thing to hit is actually the back of the dire wolf, but it is the tightest part of its defense and the most inefficient blow point. The weak spots of the dire wolf are the throat and lower abdomen, but these two places are hidden very well by it.

However, after the dire wolf opened its mouth, it was equivalent to opening a convenient passage. The dagger held in Zhao Mai's left hand was one foot long and stabbed it accurately from the wolf's mouth. His wrist was stirred in a small range, and the tip of the dagger turned a terrible circle. The soft throat broke from the inside, and blood flowed continuously. Zhao Mai pulled back the dagger and aimed at the next beast that dared to open his mouth.

The dire wolf that hurts the throat will not die immediately. It staggers, coughing up blood while blocking the trachea and suffocating by its own blood. Before it falls, it will block the dire wolf that charges behind it, causing the entire attack rhythm to become chaotic. Zhao Mai uses the cover to chop the knife and kick it, force the dire wolf to open his mouth with pain, and then stab the dagger hard in.

While attacking, he made a scream of intimidation. If it were a normal animal, he should feel fear at this time. The dire wolf is indeed a predator, but it is impossible to compare with the behemoth or the dragon, and it is even less impossible to compare with Zhao Mai's position in the food chain. From the roar, the dire wolf can clearly feel Zhao Mai's cruelty and terror, but there is another power to deceive their natural nature.

The evil dark power makes them angry, madly full of hatred, which has long made them survive and the natural force of evolution is suppressed. The death of companions will only arouse the greater desire for fighting for the dire wolf. Zhao Mai's eyes are filled with eyes, and the accelerated pulsation of the heart makes the blood flow at high speed, bringing greater motility to the body. Despite being separated by the thick fur, Zhao Mai can still feel the heat flowing in the blood.

This unnatural phenomenon exposes more weaknesses to the dire wolf. Zhao Mai's machete can find the main blood vessels, whether it is cut or hook pierced, which can cause heavy bleeding. The limp wolf will die after a while. Zhao Mai hopes that this tragic scene can continue to strengthen his intimidation power.

It is necessary to overwhelm the opponent's dark power so that these group of dire wolves can know that they are afraid. Zhao Mai also hopes that the escaped dire wolves can help him find the goblin's nest, or at least indicate the danger along the way. If this is not done, the dire wolves will have to be slaughtered cleanly.

No matter which direction the dire wolf pounced over, it could not escape Zhao Mai's perception. The rotating black machete never stopped and always appeared where it was needed most. Zhao Mai did not use the combat method taught by Ranger Carl, but used Logan's fighting skills. It was more barbaric and primitive, like a beast. The goblin peeked from afar, unable to see any structure, and could only clearly feel the terrifying combat intuition like a beast.

"Can such a guy appear among the orcs?" The goblin's dry fingers were suspended on an obsidian ball. The sharp nails were only a few inches away from the sphere. Although they were shaking, they never touched. Only the evil power of darkness connected his hands and the obsidian ball.

A ball of white clouds rolled in the middle of the ball, and nothing could be seen with the naked eye. Only by using the induction of the mind and using magic. Through the obsidian ball, the goblin clearly saw Zhao Mai's rolling blade. It was an efficient and terrifying killing machine, which was storming out of the crowd of wolves in a pool of blood. Although he knew that it was hundreds of miles away, the murderous aura still penetrated the sky and passed from the obsidian ball to the goblins.

In a trance, the black-footed orcs stepped on layers of corpses and walked towards the Black Stone Fortress. Whether it was the dire wolf, the stone monster or the brainwashed "free slaves", they all died under the waving blade. No one could obtain a clean and neat death. The painful wails were stacked layer by layer, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, like a tsunami, or an avalanche, and they were constantly squeezed into the earth in the middle, and they wanted to bury the goblins.

His shriveled body could no longer sweat, only blood as sticky as glue seeped out of his pores and slowly slid down the deep wrinkles. He could not get rid of the illusion in front of him, and the fear of death tightly grasped his heart. The orc machete was extremely hot, and the orc dagger was biting with ice. Each of them was a terrible weapon that could kill people. When he met him waving his staff, every spell, no matter how powerful, was bounced away by these two weapons without mercy.

The death of ice and fire was getting closer and closer to him, as if he had already broken into the gate and rushed into the hall. The goblin exclaimed, and his hand bounced away from the obsidian ball. He fell to the ground, and his staff fell heavily beside him.

"We must kill him, kill him!" The goblin shouted hysterically, his voice echoing in the empty steel hall, turning into waves of "He, He, He, He, He..." The obsidian ball was able to foresee the future, and there was no mistake every time. But as long as there was enough mana, the future was not unchanged! The goblin reached out and grabbed the staff, and then felt the warmth and strength. He slowly got up and regained his confidence.

"Black Foot, you are just a local challenge! Just like the previous challenges, they will eventually be my stepping stone!" He said viciously, and gained power from his words. The will of the dark world burned on him like a flame, and he could not see or feel all of this. "I don't need to worry about him, I can also control him and let him become my help. As long as..."

"As long as I have a period of time, I will gain my own Ring of Power, a truly powerful Ring of Domination. The Lord of Mordor is gradually surrendered to my rule. The Demon King Zoro is just a quasi-god who is surviving. He doesn't even have a body that can stand on the ground!" In fact, the goblin also staggered and barely stood, bent down and hunched without any momentum, but he still felt that he was standing on the top of the clouds and overlooking the earth. "Black feet, your flesh and blood are so strong. Not bad, not bad... I'm starting to hungry again."

His mind was already a little unclear, and his thinking was jumping violently. However, the dark power of the goblins retracted into the fortress of heavy deterrence and began to prepare for the next attack. The dire wolves who were far away on the battlefield began to gradually wake up, or gradually return to their true nature. The terrifying orc butcher, the tragic scene of blood flowing into a river finally stimulated their nerves.

"waaagh!" Zhao Mai's roar was responded by all the orcs. The wailing sounds in the despairing wolf pack became a signal of retreat. Zhao Mai snorted coldly, confirming that there was no surveillance around him, and threw out a larva of the z-worm and drilled into the skin of the despairing wolf.
Chapter completed!