Zhao Mai stood on the hill, carrying a flat and wide stone in his hand, called "brick". What he faced were three fires in the valley, three roasted lamb legs, a stewed lamb that was steaming on the fire, and more than 30 hungry orcs.

A pair of red eyes looked at Zhao Mai, as if it was a group of wolves. They stared at Zhao Mai, with teeth like wild beasts warning, and a humming sound was made in their throats. They were obviously different from ordinary orcs. They were more burly, but they were more like giant apes or bulls, rather than intellectual creatures.

"Is this a new change for orcs?" Zhao Mai scratched his head. He didn't seem to have created such a "degraded" orc. What's going on in front of him? However, this does not affect his original plan. Whether these orcs are smarter or stronger, they will be Zhao Mai's manpower, and he is qualified to continue to challenge upwards. To obtain these manpower, only a reason for fighting and subsequent victory is needed.

Zhao Mai snorted, pulled off the useless iron armor on his chest, and swung it casually. The iron plate made a howling sound, spinning through the orcs, accurately inserted into the soil in front of the roasted sheep. With a bang, sand and gravel splashed, half of the iron plate fell into the ground, and the half on the ground shook continuously. "The meat is mine!"

The battle for food is different from the battle for leadership. The former always fights in groups, while the latter is a one-on-one fight, while the others are either a wheel fight or a group fight. Whether it is Zhao Mai fighting this settlement alone or a group fight in groups in this settlement, there is actually no difference in the result. The orcs rushed up bare hands and howling, full of enthusiasm, but they have no rules. Walking up at them and slapping a brick on everyone's face.

Facing the orc's fists, he did not dodge at all, and let them hit his body. This little power could no longer cause harm to him. Instead, he had to make his skin not too hard to avoid breaking the orc's hand bones.

He held up the brick in his right hand and would always accurately pat the orc's face closest to him. With every bang, an orc fell down with his face covering his face and lost his combat ability, no exception. The brick itself did not have such divine power, but Zhao Mai used the fear effect of his spiritual power in it, which could shock the orc's brain by slapping. One fell to the ground, another one. The one fell to the ground did not dare to moan or roar, but just covered his face with his hands silently, kneeling or lying quietly, as if he was crying.

An orc pulled the opportunity to kick Zhao Mai in the thigh, but felt like he had kicked the big tree. It was still a big tree with vines and moss on the surface, and the feet didn't hurt. Zhao Mai raised the brick, and a beam of moonlight shone down from the edge of the brick, forming a halo. The orc hurriedly raised his arms and crossed to protect his head and face, thinking that there was no problem this time, right?

But a huge force came from his elbow, and then his shoulders suddenly became sore and his arms were involuntarily hanging down. Zhao Mai pressed the orc's arm with his left hand, and still covered his face with bricks, as if he was old and stubborn with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In a blink of an eye, nearly twenty orcs were kneeling or lying on the ground, all of them were slapped by bricks and covered their faces with their hands. This cruel scene was unheard of in previous orc battles, and they had never seen it. The other orcs immediately stopped and slowly retreated, leaving the road between Zhao Mai and roasted sheep.

"Well, it's not bad." Zhao Mai walked straight up with the brick, and was about to reach out to grab the grill, but there was a whistle sound, and then his right hand shook. A steel crossbow arrow was inserted into the brick accurately, still emitting a violent vibration. Zhao Mai wrapped the brick with his spiritual power, giving it a great strength. If it weren't for the vibration caused by the crossbow arrow to be enough to break the brick.

"This skill is very good, but I don't know if it's a shooter or a weapon." Zhao Mai looked at the bricks and smiled. It seems that the leader of this community should be the one who shoots the crossbow, right? Zhao Mai competed the path of the crossbow arrow and saw a round figure jumping in the black shadow.

At that moment, another crossbow arrow shot straight towards Zhao Mai's heart, and the flight process was silent. Zhao Mai snatched it with three fingers and grabbed the crossbow arrow directly, put it in front of him to see. It was a specially hollow copper tube, with a knife slashed at the top to facilitate puncture. There are two slightly inclined holes at the back end of the tube, and the air discharged from here can also give it a rotational force. But Zhao Mai didn't understand such a structure, how did it be silent?

Zhao Mai's ability to grab crossbow arrows with bare hands shocked the orcs around him. Amid the sound of "Oh my god" sucking, two more crossbow arrows flew towards Zhao Mai, one aimed at the forehead and the other aimed at the navel. "No, is this a crossbow or a bow?" Zhao Mai still used his left hand and snatched two times in a row, grabbing all three crossbow arrows in a total of three fingers. In addition to the one on the brick, the four crossbow arrows all have the same structure, and the hand-polished fine products have very small errors.

This is an amazing guy, Zhao Mai whistled. "Catch it, I'm useful!"

The reserve grain rushed over immediately when it heard the order. It had been lazy on the hillside and had no intention of participating in Zhao Mai's bullying with bricks, but it never compromised the execution of clear orders. The monster, which had become almost three meters long and was burly and stronger than a lion, soaring and strong in the air, accompanied by the change of direction in the air that had an illusion, gliding towards the flesh crossbowman halfway up the mountain.

"It's too extravagant to use instant teleportation to change the speed vector to adjust the fall trajectory! o.o#" Zhao Mai was as surprised as other orcs, and he found that this approach seemed to be more advanced than his second-step jump. Things that could be directly run over to solve must be made such a big move. This is obviously showing off, and there is absolutely no other possibility!

"You win!" The orc threw away the crossbow in his hand, opened his palm and placed it in his ear. The reserved food was stopped in front of him, and slightly raised his nose and reached his chest. The faint black smoke from his mouth froze on the orc's face. It still bared its teeth and let out a low roar in its throat, which means it could still feel the hostility emitted by the orc.

"It's okay, retreat first." Zhao Mai called the reserve grain, then walked up and looked at the orc carefully. The crossbowman was a mixed-blood, and his body should be of human blood, so his orc characteristics were relatively weak. "A half orc?"

"Yes." The man's voice lacked a low guttural voice, so he was more like a human. This characteristic would make him discriminate among orcs, but his shooting skills were indeed good.

"What's your name?" Zhao Mai said: "I've won, do you know this?"
Chapter completed!