The tiger warrior is only about three meters tall, and among the orcs, his stature can only be regarded as ordinary.
And the height of the orcs is directly related to their bloodline and strength, this tiger warrior with the lower level of the heavenly rank, he is at most a middle and lower level warrior in the tiger clan, if it is placed in the human empire, it is the level of elite warriors in the ordinary local garrison legion, and he is not qualified to be the main force of the orc clan's strong battle legion.
It was such a tiger warrior, he simply hung a half-pulled cuirass to cover his heart, and wore a short skirt of animal skin, and a cloak made of ordinary burlap, which was all the armor of his body.
The cold wind from the Odin Ice Field swept the blizzard on him, but he didn't feel cold at all, and the heavy body hair on his body effectively helped him resist the invasion of the cold.
Holding a double-edged battle axe with at least two thousand catties in one hand, this tiger warrior raised the huge tiger head and shouted at Enzo and the others standing on the castle wall: "Hey, human, how about playing with me just now, you won a game, we are not ready for the next charge, so let's play first" Enzo looked at this inferior tiger warrior coldly, with a mere combat power of the lower rank of heaven, Enzo could penetrate his head with a mouthful of foam.
But Enzo couldn't do that, and on his resume, he was just a side branch of a fallen aristocratic family in Malte, in the province of East, who had the power of the heavenly throne, and he came to Berelli to ask for a birth, and luckily climbed all the way up to his current position.
He can't give up this identity, so he can't expose his combat power above the heavenly rank.
The tiger warriors saw that there was silence on the city.
He couldn't help grinning: "Look at how many of you I have killed these days, there are more than three hundred old men, and more than five hundred old ladies, hey."
It's a pity that there are no young people for me to kill, but you young women of humanity, I have raped no less than a hundred of them, their skin is very delicate, and their screams are very good."
A powerful axe slashed into the ground.
Splitting a lying cow stone into two pieces, the tiger warrior laughed loudly: "Also, I roasted those delicate human women and ate them.
Well, crunchy, so good taste hahaha.
It's much more tender than the meat of those monsters. ” Enzo took a deep breath, looked at the bloodshot soldiers around him, and jumped off the wall.
He drew his bayonet sword and strode over to the tigerman warrior: "Orc, fight me like a true warrior, don't croak here like a girl."
You think it's funny to slaughter the old and the weak, to abuse women and children, then one day, I will give it back to you."
The Tiger Man Warrior shook his head disapprenously: "Give us back to us, you weak humans can't do this" Enzo had already walked less than three meters in front of the Tiger Warrior, and his body suddenly rushed forward, a little cold light with a terrifying sound of breaking the air.
In the blink of an eye, it was at the throat of the tiger warrior.
The Tiger Warrior didn't expect Enzo's speed to be so fast, and in a hurry, he flipped backwards in embarrassment, and the stabbing sword brushed his nose with a cold air.
Enzo had already rushed in front of the Tiger Warrior, and he twisted diagonally and flicked his crotch hard.
The huge force exploded and smashed heavily between the legs of the tiger warrior.
There were two crackling sounds, and the tiger warrior let out a hysterical howl, and he dropped his double-edged battle axe, covered his lower body with his hands in embarrassment, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Without waiting for this tiger warrior to stand up.
Enzo had stabbed him in the throat with a sword, pinning him to the ground.
The orc's vitality was tenacious, and the blood spurted several meters high along the blood groove on the bayonet, but the orc's limbs still twitched and squirmed wildly for a long time, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.
Enzo sneered, he drew his sword, and with a sword in his hand, he tore open the cloak that the orc was wearing, and a hidden pocket inside the cloak was cut, and more than two hundred gold coins and more than five hundred silver coins were scattered all over the ground, and there were even more than two dozen luxurious rings inlaid with pearls and precious stones.
Several rings are engraved with a heart-shaped coat of arms and the names of a couple of sons and women, which are the ancestral wedding rings of some families.
"Robber" Enzo raised his blood-stained sword, then glanced back at the warriors at the head of the city: "You can see clearly, they are a group of robbers.
They plundered money, plundered all wealth, killed the elderly, and abused our women and children, and even if we die here, we can't let them pass through the Black Crow Gorge."
The soldiers stared at the money on the ground, not at the gold and silver coins, but at the family heirloom rings with the surnames of men and women.
These rings have been passed down from generation to generation, and when the young people of the family are married, the elders give them the rings as a blessing and a symbol of the continuation of the family.
When such an ancestral ring appeared in the hands of the orcs, it proved that at least one family had suffered a devastating blow.
This represents the killing of a large number of old people and children, the plundering of countless women, the wolf smoke everywhere, and the sea of corpses and blood.
This kind of thing is happening in the five major provinces in the north, and if these murderous orcs can't be kept in the north of the Raven Gap defense line, then such a thing will happen in the central provinces around Berelli and the core provinces further south.
The central provinces were more than twice as populous as the northern provinces, and many of the southern provinces, which were considered the riches of the empire, were even more densely populated, and the vast majority of the Gallic Empire's fiscal and tax revenues depended on the southern provinces.
If the orcs were allowed to break through, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Even if they die in battle, they can't be allowed to move forward," an ordinary soldier raised the heavy machete in his hand and howled hoarsely.
The faint and thin fighting spirit on his body flickered, and he successfully broke through from the upper level to the lower rank, from an ordinary warrior to a high-level elite warrior.
The blood of the soldiers was surging, and they all used the fierce fighting spirit in their hearts to run their fighting spirit, regardless of their lives.
In just a few breaths, more than twenty soldiers stepped into the position, and hundreds of soldiers successfully raised their fighting spirit to a higher level.
Enzo showed a satisfied smile, he could see that the soldiers of the Imperial Capital Garrison Legion were real elites, their daily drills were not mixed with water, and after a tragic experience on the battlefield, they were able to break through their limitations in such a quick time, they were obviously real elites.
Turning, Enzo walked slowly down the gentle slope towards the stunned group of orcs.
Standing in the middle of the gentle slope, Enzo hooked his finger at the tough orcs: "Come and fight with me alone, like a true warrior, you are the descendants of the heroic and invincible beast god, are you afraid of a human challenge?"
The orcs let out angry gasps, and one of the tallest werewolf horsemen flipped onto his mount, causing the wolf to let out a shrill and hoarse howl as it slammed toward Enzo like a gray wind.
More than 100 meters away from Enzo, the werewolf warrior had already swung his scimitar and firmly locked on Enzo's neck.
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The speed of the wolf in a short sprint is faster than that of the best steeds, relying on such high speed, the werewolf warrior can easily pull the head of a rhinoceros off with a gentle push of the scimitar in his hand, not to mention the delicate neck of an ordinary human.
The orcs were poor, their civilization was extremely underdeveloped, and the werewolf warrior's scimitar was tattered, with a few thumb-sized notches on the blade.
Such a scimitar is placed in the Human Empire, and even the members of the militia joint defense team disdain to use it.
But look at the shining blood light on the edge of this scimitar, this scimitar has at least harvested dozens of lives in this alien invasion, and the blood and souls stained the edge of the scimitar red, becoming a symbol of this werewolf warrior's military exploits.
Enzo's gaze was also locked on the werewolf warrior's scimitar, and he still didn't use any fighting energy, but just as the scimitar was about to slash his neck, he raised his magic stabbing sword, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the largest gap in the scimitar's edge.
With a loud bang, the scimitar forged by a hundred refined iron suddenly shattered, and the werewolf warrior's hand was light, and his body immediately lost its balance.
Enzo's bayonet stabbed through his soft underbelly like a viper, pinpointing into the werewolf warrior's heart.
The werewolf warrior's face suddenly turned white, and his body flew off the wolf's back, falling to the ground like a rag bag.
The wolf that had lost its owner let out a terrible howl, and it turned and pounced on Enzo fiercely.
Facing this ferocious and huge hungry wolf, the faint purple-gold fighting aura on Enzo's body flashed, and a sword qi shot out from the top of the stabbing sword, hitting the forehead of the wolf, piercing its head through a transparent hole the thickness of a thumb.
The wolf landed on the ground, and its huge body slid forward more than a dozen meters away, lying right at Enzo's feet.
Enzo grabbed the two coarse cloth pockets that hung from the wolf's buttocks, and he opened the tightly tied ropes of the pouches and dumped the contents on the ground.
Some gold coins, some silver coins, some tea leaves, and then a set of silver cutlery.
Inside the silver teapot, Enzo found more than a dozen pieces of fine jewelry, including a precious necklace set with a thumb-sized ruby and stains of blood on it.
There is no need to ask about the fate of the original owner of the necklace, and those bloodstains are enough to explain her whereabouts.
Enzo dropped these things and defiantly grabbed the corpse of the werewolf warrior, and the sword stabbed a dozen holes in his corpse.
"Come, fight a real warrior, fight me like a true warrior":