Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai has been besieged many times. Not only has he become accustomed to it, but he even likes the feeling of turning on the unparalleled mode in group fights. The feeling of focusing on fighting, focusing on body control, and focusing on drawing the line between life and death is an experience that is impossible to have in any other environment.

The dire wolf opens its mouth, its fangs are like bayonets, followed by four rows of saws, which can easily cut through flesh, bone, and blood. It's possible that the peeping tom goblin is still watching, so there's no need to bring out all his cards. Therefore, Zhao Mai was not prepared to let any dire wolf bite him. He held a machete 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's neck, but that's the part with the tightest defense and the least efficient point to hit. The weak points of the dire wolf are its throat and lower abdomen, but these two places are well hidden by it.

However, after the dire wolf opened its mouth, it was equivalent to opening up a convenient passage. The dagger held by Zhao Mai in his left hand was just over a foot long, and he stabbed it accurately from the wolf's mouth. With a small movement of his wrist, the tip of the dagger turned in a terrifying large circle. The soft throat was broken from the inside, and blood was flowing. Zhao Mai withdrew his dagger, always aiming at the next beast that dared to open its mouth.

A dire wolf that hurts its throat will not die immediately. It staggers, coughing up blood, and suffocating as its own blood blocks the trachea. Before it falls, it will block the charging dire wolf from behind, confusing the entire attack rhythm. Zhao Mai took advantage of the cover, slashed and kicked with the knife, used pain to force the dire wolf to open its mouth, and then stabbed the dagger in hard.

As he attacked, he let out threatening shouts. If it were a normal animal, it would be scared at this time. The dire wolf is indeed a predator, but it can never be compared to Beamon or the giant dragon, let alone Zhao Mai's position in the food chain. From the roar, the dire wolves could clearly feel Zhao Mai's ferocity and terror, but there was another power that blinded their natural nature.

The evil dark power makes them angry, crazy and full of hatred, and the natural force that has allowed them to survive and evolve for a long time has been suppressed. The death of his companions only arouses the dire wolf's desire to fight even more. Zhao Mai saw that the wolves' eyes were filled with blood, and his accelerated pulsating heart caused the blood to flow at a high speed, giving the body greater exercise capacity. Even though he was separated by thick fur, Zhao Mai could still feel the heat of blood flowing.

This unnatural phenomenon exposes more weaknesses of the dire wolf. Zhao Mai's machete locates the main blood vessels. Whether it is chopping or hooking, it can cause massive bleeding. The limp dire wolf will take a while to die, and Zhao Mai hopes that this tragic scene can continue to strengthen his intimidation power.

The dark power must always overwhelm the opponent's power to make this group of dire wolves know to be afraid. Zhao Mai also hopes that the escaped dire wolf can help him find the goblin lair, or at least mark the dangers along the way. If this is not possible, then the dire wolf will only end up being slaughtered.

No matter which direction the dire wolf came from, it could not escape Zhao Mai's perception. The spinning black machete never stops and always appears where it is needed most. Zhao Mai did not use the fighting methods taught by Ranger Carl, but used Logan's fighting skills. More savage, more primitive, like a beast. The goblin peeped from a distance and could not see any rules. He could only clearly feel the terrifying fighting instinct like a beast.

Can such a guy appear among orcs? The goblin's dry fingers were suspended on an obsidian ball. The sharp nails were only a few inches away from the ball. Although it was shaking, it never touched. Only the evil force of darkness connects his hand to the obsidian ball.

A white cloud is rolling in the center of the ball. Nothing can be seen with the naked eye. Only telepathy and magic can be used. Through the obsidian ball, the goblin could clearly see Zhao Mai's tumbling blade. It was an efficient and terrifying killing machine, fighting its way through the wolves in a pool of blood. Although he knew he was hundreds of miles away, the murderous aura still penetrated the sky and reached the goblin from the obsidian ball.

In a daze, the Blackfoot Orcs stepped on layers of corpses and walked all the way towards the Blackstone Fortress. Whether it was dire wolves, gargoyles or brainwashed free slaves, they all died under the waving blades. No one can get a clean death. There are layers of painful wails, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, like a tsunami or an avalanche. The earth is constantly squeezing into the middle, trying to bury the goblins.

His shriveled body could no longer shed any sweat; only blood as thick as glue seeped out of his pores and slid slowly along the deep wrinkles. He could not shake off the vision in front of him, and the fear of death gripped his heart tightly. The orc machete is extremely hot, and the orc dagger is bone-piercing ice. Each of them is a terrifying weapon capable of causing death. He found himself wielding the staff, and every spell, no matter how powerful, was mercilessly deflected by the two weapons.

The death of ice and fire is getting closer and closer to him, as if he has broken through the door and rushed into the hall. The goblin exclaimed, his hand bouncing off the obsidian ball. He fell to the ground, his staff falling heavily beside him.

Must kill him, kill him! The goblin shouted hysterically, and the voice continued to echo in the empty steel hall, turning into bursts of He, he, he, he... The obsidian ball can predict the future, every time There are no errors. But as long as you have enough mana, the future is not unchangeable! The goblin reached out and grabbed the staff, feeling the warmth and strength. He slowly got up and regained his confidence.

Blackfoot, you are just a local challenge! Just like the previous challenges, they will eventually be my stepping stones! He said viciously, gaining strength from his words. The dark will of the world burned in him like a flame, but he could not see or feel it at all. I don't need to worry about him. I can also control him and let him be my helper. As long as...

As long as it takes a while, I will obtain my own Ring of Power, the truly powerful Ring of Dominance. Mordor will gradually submit to my rule. The Demon King Sauron is just a lingering quasi-god. He doesn’t even have a body strong enough to stand on the ground!” In fact, the goblin staggered and barely managed to stand. He was hunched over and showed no momentum at all, but he still felt like he was standing on top of the clouds overlooking the earth. Blackfoot, your flesh and blood are so strong. Not bad, not bad...I'm hungry again.

His mind was already a little unclear, and his thoughts were jumping wildly. However, the dark power of the goblins retreated into the heavily deterred fortress and began to prepare for the next attack. The dire wolves who were far away on the battlefield began to gradually wake up, or in other words, gradually returned to their true nature. The terrible orc butcher and the tragic scene of rivers of blood finally stimulated their nerves.

WAAAGH! Zhao Mai roared again, getting a response from all the orcs. The wails of the dire wolves became the signal to retreat. Zhao Mai snorted coldly, made sure there were no surveillance eyes around, and casually threw out a Z-worm larvae and burrowed under the dire wolf's skin.

The next thing is to wait.