"Haaaaa————"

After a roar that made people's eardrums numb, a burly figure suddenly jumped up, jumped over the low wall, and landed outside the village of Dore.

It's that guy Orwell!

On his forehead and eyebrows, the mark of the warrior of light that crossed the sword and the axe was shining brightly...

His skin had become copper and iron at some point, with white air radiant on the surface, his hair stood up like thorns, and his muscles were coiled around like vigorous vines, and his eyes were filled with amazing fighting spirit.

Outside the wall, it is the home court of the lost monsters.

After the emergence of the mutated goblin king, the little indifferent goblins had entered an extremely crazy state, jumping and jumping towards the wall, looking like a green wave. But the intermediate warrior dragged his giant axe and rushed straight up and crashed into the "wave".

Such a move is truly worthy of the words he never leaves his mouth - the most important thing about the warrior is courage!

“Huhu——”

Just a moment after the green wave submerged Orwell's figure, a "torna" appeared on the battlefield, a whirlwind blowing from the black axe blade. You can see from afar that the bodies of goblin assassins were unable to fly, looking like fish and shrimps swept into the sky by a tornado... Of course, they were already dead when they landed.

Both Delen and Gene feel very familiar to this move!

That's right... it's [Tornado Slash], a classic axe warrior skill known to everyone in the mainland! Little Hans often used his big axe to imitate this move to show off his natural divine power. But that was just a rough imitation. How could a little guy who hadn't even awakened his mark master the essence of "skills"?

Orwell used the real whirlwind slashing skill!

Behind the low wall, Daren stared at him intently, his high little chin and red face fully demonstrated the brunette's heart surging at this moment.

[This is the adventurer!]

However, Orwell is not the only one who shows off his skills on the field.

Gene's eyes were staring at the other side.

There, the equally intermediate blonde archer, Lord Eddie, was showing his strength in another way - he saw flying arrows as fast as meteors fired from his longbow like a bead bullet, breaking through the air one by one, and all accurately hit the Goblin King who was wandering hundreds of meters away.

The latter suffered pain, kept making irritable roars, wandering around the edge of the woods to avoid, covering his face with his arms, and the fierce light in his eyes only occasionally leaked between his fingers.

It seemed that he was afraid that the Goblin King never took any further. Instead, he kept hiding in the distance and shouting, driving many crazy Goblin assassins to take the lead in launching an impact on the walls of the Dor village.

The battle undoubtedly entered the second stage.

This brings us to the wall structure of the Door village... It is made up of a half-man-high earth wall as the base, and then a solid fence composed of sharpened white wooden stakes were inserted on it. The most common exercise of the Self-Defense Forces is the thorn, which is used to teach the monsters who are trying to climb over the wall at this stage through the gaps in the fence!

Simple, but effective!

In addition, Orwell alone attracted a large number of monsters outside the wall, so the self-defense regiment was not under great pressure and defeated the first wave of monsters without retreating.

Judging from this efficiency, it doesn't seem too difficult to keep it to the end.

However, outside the wall, Orwell's whirlwind slashing skill had ended. His rotation momentum gradually stopped, and he breathed a few breaths with a giant axe. The crazy goblin assassins immediately seized the opportunity and jumped onto him like a group of small green-skinned monkeys, scratched and bitten, or attacked him with the stone dagger in his hand.

But no matter it is nails, teeth or daggers, they cannot penetrate Orwell's copper-iron skin. The stone dagger poked on it, and even broke it suddenly.

Although not injured, these crazy goblins are enough to upset the intermediate warriors!

There were so many of them that Orwell could not get rid of them all. He was upset and quickly made a decision - his eyes were fiercely staring at the huge figure in the distance.

[mutated goblin king!]

If it weren't for the existence of the Goblin King, these little Goblin Assassins should have been far from being the opponent of the intermediate warriors, and they wouldn't even jump on him and tangle him. However, the Goblin Assassins' strength and speed increased, which gave Orwell a headache.

As long as the Goblin King is destroyed, the world will be pure.

With this idea in mind, Orwell roared suddenly, and his indomitable fighting spirit rose again in his eyes. He no longer cared about the pile of green bags hanging on his body, but dragged his giant axe to take big steps and rushed towards the thin, hunched huge green figure a hundred meters away.

Move forward!

He cut off all the thin tree demons along the way, and the arrows of the little fairy archers also fell into the sand.

On the other side, blonde Eddie's face changed.

"Orwell!" he screamed.

...But the other party turned a deaf ear.

"Damn... This guy is getting on the ground again. Have you forgotten that this is not taking risks, but defending a village?" Eddie cursed inwardly!

But he was not idle... Since Orwell had already rushed forward, Eddie, as an old friend and teammate, must of course cooperate with him with all his strength, and try not to waste Orwell's efforts!

He narrowed his eyes, and the marks of the bow and arrow on his forehead lit up slightly.

The next moment, a strange feathered arrow shining with a faint green light had already flew out.

Very quiet.

This arrow strangely did not emit the harsh whistling sound of other arrows, only the slight echo of the trembling bowstring... But the next moment, this arrow with a blue light shining suddenly appeared in front of the Goblin King, and the speed was particularly insufficient to describe it as lightning-thunder!

Too fast!

However, because the Goblin King was keeping his arms up, he finally blocked the arrow with his claws. However, he also roared and his upper body raised high backwards.

At this time, Orwell, who was dragging the giant axe, rushed over, and in front of him was the green belly of the Goblin King.

"Hahaha, good Eddie!" Orwell was so satisfied with his old friend. He was simply a role model in the archer world. It would always be so comfortable to fight with him!

"Eat my axe!...Hmm?"

Just as Orwell was about to swing a fatal axe to break the damn mutant monster open, a sudden change occurred.

Behind the Goblin King, who was like a green monster ape, was the forest in the dark valley. It had been wandering around the edge of the woods before... At this moment, a big tree on the edge of the woods suddenly moved, and countless thorny vines as thick as bowls surged out of the crown, entangling Orwell's body!

Then the towering tree stood up like that.

This is actually a tree demon!

But if those five or six meters tall tree demons who are attacking the small village of Door are considered tall monsters that need to be looked up to compared to humans, then they all become saplings compared to the huge tree demon in front of them! This giant tree is already more than ten meters tall, and after standing up, it is close to twenty meters. If you count the vines waving in the sky, it may be more than thirty meters.

This scene certainly shocked everyone.
Chapter completed!