Sword and Magic and Taxi

The dire wolves surrounded us like a black tide, like locusts. Each dire wolf has a body length of about two meters, a huge and protruding lower jaw, upturned fangs, and is covered with thick and tough hard skin from the top of the head to the back of the neck. Under the influence of dark power, the hard skin of some dire wolves is like scales, covered with layers of shell material, and their claws and teeth are sharper.

Orcs love war, but they are not fearless. The orcs in the house looked out from the gaps in the windows and walls, feeling desperate under the heavy pressure brought by the dire wolf. It's dead, we're going to feed the wolves!

The first cry came from inside the house and reached Duchard's ears through the door panel. The tall orc stomped his feet, and his iron boots hit the ground with a loud clang: Shut up! I'm still here, and the leader hasn't fallen yet. Whoever dares to cry and become discouraged, I will definitely pull off her head!

Daryl was squatting on the roof with a few orcs. It's not safe here either. The dire wolf might rush up as long as it steps up its run-up. With so many beasts, the crossbow arrows are definitely not enough and cannot be wasted on miscellaneous soldiers. Give me the crossbow bolt and I'll shoot the leader of the dire wolves.

Why should I give it to you, half-orc! You... Before the orc could finish his words, a arrow had been shot into his mouth and penetrated straight to his brain. Daryl reached out and grabbed the orc's collar to prevent the body from rolling off the roof, then took off the crossbow bolt from its body and placed it at his feet.

Just attack the dire wolves that are charging up. Don't be dragged down. He reloaded his crossbow, and this time no one objected. He collected more than forty crossbow bolts, which was basically the limit of his shooting. Even if he still has plenty of arm strength, the crossbow will fall apart.

Zhao Mai pretended to complete the prayer ceremony, stood up with a machete, and greeted the tide of dire wolves on the front of the house. Unexpectedly, the dire wolf stopped about ten steps away from the house, baring its teeth in a threatening gesture. After a while, a black cloud emerged from the ground out of thin air, spraying into the sky, and then a goblin looking like a dead man walked out of it.

No matter how you look at it, this goblin only has half a second left before dying. His body has withered, and the water of life has disappeared without a trace - oh, just like a ghoul - the rubbery membrane covers the angular bones, and the muscles seem to have no blood vessels to bulge, and the blood vessels are full of cyan and Black, as if it has solidified. A pair of eyes were almost covered by cataracts, with only a black dot the size of a grain of rice remaining in the center.

This goblin was holding a thick and long cane, with the top made of gold and a giant sapphire embedded in the complicated pattern. He stood there, the power of darkness in his body pouring out like a fountain, giving the surrounding land an evil aura. But the goblin didn't really stand there, everything was just a shadow.

Zhao Mai can distinguish authenticity from fake, but Orc Blackfoot logically cannot tell the difference. Goblin? Are you a lowly creature worthy of commanding a pack of wolves? Come here and surrender. I, the Blackfoot of Mordor, will make the best use of my resources and give you the job of a stable master.

The goblin snorted, Are you the Blackfoot of Mordor? I have heard your name and was about to find you. You have a more important mission and should serve me. Come on... come on...

The goblin let out bursts of whine, and the harsh sound mixed with evil power came towards Zhao Mai. Control thoughts? Why don't evil guys have new tricks? Zhao Mai roared WAAAGH! Before the evil force came over, he rushed forward himself.

The huge roar formed a sound wave visible to the naked eye. More than a hundred dire wolves took a step back together, and the dark power was stagnated. Zhao Mai's steps became harder and farther, and after four steps he had already crossed a distance of sixteen to seventeen meters. The black and wide soles stepped on the face of a dire wolf. It didn't even have a chance to react. The entire head had been stepped into the soil and turned into a puddle of sticky glue that exuded the stench of blood. Zhao Mai used his strength to fly into the air, the machete in his hand burning with purple-black flames, and an equally powerful evil dark force attached to it, rushing directly towards the withered figure of the goblin.

The goblin's little black eyes suddenly widened. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fear. Anyway, the skin on his face was too dry to make a normal expression. Two dark forces collide head-on, with each trying to defeat and control the other. When they meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. The evil of orcs depends on their courage and violent fighting power, while goblins are originally a subordinate race. Maybe the abilities of the two time travelers are different from each other, but the will of the world still follows the rules of Arda's beast chess: orcs eat goblins.

Zhao Mai slashed hard, cutting the goblin's figure into two pieces. Although this was a phantom, the collision of forces still caused considerable losses to the goblins, and the dark forces quickly retreated. Blackfoot stared blankly at the machete that was not stained with any blood, while Zhao Mai was paying attention to the direction in which the goblin power was retreating.

That guy must have some kind of treasure that can increase the casting distance! The dark aura rose up and disappeared into the void. Later from the same place, the goblins gave the dire wolf the order to attack. With just these few words, Zhao Mai already roughly knew the general direction of the goblin's location.

It's actually quite far to the east, at least five hundred miles. No matter what he is using, it must be an unusual and extraordinary treasure, which can be called a quantum communication satellite in the magical world. Zhao Mai stepped on the goblin's shadow a few times, roared twice in anger, acted out the scene, and then began to face the siege of the dire wolf.

He wasn't the first to kill the enemy! Big Eyes took away the first blood of the ghoul, and this time it was Daryl who took away the first blood of the dire wolf. While the wolves were still in place, Daryl took careful aim and accurately hit a powerful dire wolf that had grown scales. The crossbow bolt shot directly into its brain from the side ear hole.

He fired continuously, but this time the dire wolf began to charge, and his crossbow bolt was blocked by the scales on his head and neck, causing a spark to fly away. Damn it! He reloaded as quickly as possible, trying to fire as many rounds as possible.

Duchart used the tower shield to block one side of his body, and the other side was a spinning meteor hammer. This is a weapon processed by Zhao Mai himself. Although it looks inconspicuous and cheap, it is actually a very strong and durable thing. Dwarves are proud of their craftsmanship in forging weapons and armor, but in fact it is only as good as this meteor hammer. Duchard didn't have any ideas, he just remembered to stand firm on his feet and then circled. Even though Duchard never hit any of the opponents he wanted to fight, the density of enemies was too high, so at least he would gain something every time. He wielded the meteor hammer with such strength that he would die if he touched it, or get hurt if he rubbed it.

Daryl hit wherever he pointed, Duchard hit wherever he pointed, and the orcs chanted WAAAGH!. They kept fighting back with spears, machetes and maces, and actually blocked the strongest attack of the dire wolf. The first wave of offensive.

Then it was time for Zhao Mai to counterattack.