The door creaked open.
It has been a habit for so long that it can wake up like professionals like Rudolph and Gordon.
Even when he was the most tired, Cheng Qianxun continued to lie on the bed. . . .
I was thinking about where to draw a knife, and then I remembered, yes, now that she has magic power, she didn't bring a knife at all.
Otherwise, in the survival competition area, she would definitely have knives hidden on her body, sometimes even several.
With the ability and confidence, she used her magic power to secretly form a barrier around her body.
She turned over and pretended to ask in a lazy tone: "Who is it?"
A black figure roared softly and rushed over, holding a stone hammer in his hand and smashing it towards her. . .
Not the elves, the elves with noble natures would either use swords or arrows.
Even if they lack weapons, they would not use stone hammers.
The stone hammer is cumbersome and looks ugly when fighting.
Listen to the voice, and the figure. . .
He's an underage orc.
Sure enough, when the other party ran to the window, the firelight from the window could clearly see that the other party was an underage orc.
It was grinning, imitating the way an adult orc would attack, and raised the stone hammer in its hand to hit her head hard.
"Be careful."
Several torches appeared at the door, but it was too late.
The stone hammer had already arrived.
With a "bang" sound, the stone hammer hit the barrier.
Not only did it not penetrate, it also bounced back, making a vibrating sound like hitting metal.
Everyone was obviously stunned, including the little orc.
Obviously, this little orc was attacked when his group was attacked.
Tan Wan ran away to play somewhere else and escaped the disaster.
Seeing that the tribe was being destroyed, he came to take revenge.
She slowly got up.
He stood on the ground and looked indifferently at the person who might be the only bloodline of this tribe: "You are lucky to be able to save your life.
You can leave now.
If you don't leave, you will have no chance."
The little orc looked at her in shock, then looked down at the stone hammer in his hand, and then. . .
He raised the stone hammer and hit her again.
What an idiot.
But you can't blame it, the orcs originally had low IQs. . .
She stood there, motionless, watching the little orc smash towards her.
To the head, to the face. . .
"Bang, bang, bang..."
With the protection of the barrier, every hammer was blocked.
She stood there quietly, watching the little orc come at him with a blazing fire of revenge.
And the elves at the door.
They all stared.
"What's the matter?"
Thurnhill came.
Different from other elves, his hand emitted a light blue-white light like the morning sun, and it turned out that he was holding a luminous gem.
"This..."
Omrod, who was also at the door, asked softly, "What should I do?"
Thernhill tilted his head slightly, without any other expression, and stood at the door and watched along.
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Orcs are also living beings, and they will always get tired.
Finally, the little orc got tired of smashing and couldn't produce any results.
He stopped for a moment and stood there catching his breath.
"Are you ready?"
she asked calmly.
There was no wave in the words.
There was nothing wrong with this orc, it just came to avenge its tribe, and it would be fine if it vented its anger.
"Okay, let's go."
She tapped the window with her chin, but it was better not to leave the door.
There were elves there, not only the housekeeper, but also the prince and king who came from behind.
It would be wisest to jump out of the window, and the elves would not embarrass an underage orc.
The little orc stood there, panting, raising his head suddenly, staring with red eyes, then raised his hammer and rushed towards the elf at the door.
"Be careful."
Omrod immediately raised his sword and guarded in front of Elleras and Thernhill.
Although the little orc is underage, his stature is comparable to that of an adult human, and his strength is even greater than that of an adult human.
If you are hit by a hammer, your head will be bloody even if you don't die.
"Ouch!"
The little orc shouted, holding up a crude and heavy stone hammer and trying to smash it, but it soon found that it could not move.
Omrod and the other elves saw it clearly.
Cheng Qianxun, who had been standing motionless by the bed, raised a hand and pointed at the little orc.
The little orc could not move at all.
Cheng Qianxun flipped his palm, and the little orc rose into the air, suspended in the air, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground.
"Ah, ow..."
No matter how hard the little orc struggled in the air, he could not return to the ground.
"It's amazing."
What one elf said was what all the elves said and thought.
No matter how powerful the elves are, they only live longer, have higher agility, jump higher, and run faster than other races.
And what this woman has done is beyond the capabilities of all races.
Even witches and wizards who are pretending to be gods will definitely be willing to give in and stop messing around.
Is this the power of the gods?
She controlled the little orc floating in the air with her hand and flew directly to the window, because there was a yard outside the window, so it was faster than walking through the door.
When she got to the yard, she used enough magic power, then pushed out and threw the little orc far away like a baseball.
"Don't" Alelas wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
The little orc had already been flown high into the air, rolled and fell far away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
She turned around and looked at the many elves at the window: "Please excuse me, I want to enter the house."
The elves stepped back and she jumped up and through the window.
At this time, the expressions of the elves were a bit wrong.
If they were filled with admiration before, now their eyes were filled with awe. fear. . .
She smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said calmly: "I'm sorry to bother you all.
Please come back now.
I can handle these little things."
The elves didn't know if they had yet to wake up from what happened just now, and turned to look at Thurnhill.
Thurnhill raised a hand and shook it slightly, indicating that they could go.
The elves retreated, but Thernhil did not leave.
The door was closed, but the beautiful king was still in the room, holding the shining gem in his hand.
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What is even more gorgeous than the gems is his beautiful face and eyes as bright as stars.
There must be something to say to her, and she was waiting.
After a brief silence, Thurnhill finally found the right words, and said slowly and noblely, meaningfully: "At such a long distance, it will fall to death."
She also thought about her answer: "This way it won't stain this place."
When she threw it out, she just wanted to let it fall to death.
Thernhill looked at her, his eyes even brighter under the light of the gem, but he couldn't hide his deepness: "You can let it go."
"Yes."
She took a deep breath, and if she wanted to be a big evil, let her do it alone: "After you release it, wait until it grows up, come back here, and hit me when you see me.
If You can’t see me.
I saw who the weapon was pointing at just now.”