In the big forest land under the night sky, the home of the orcs, the thin girl looked to the west, and a familiar and unfamiliar aura came from that west.

"It looks like... the breath of that axe?" She glanced at the old orc beside her, who raised her head, looked at that direction, and sighed: "It's that axe."

In the old era, when orcs were still falling apart and failed to form an alliance, there were some legends who wanted to use their own power to unify the orc tribes. During this period, a great warrior appeared, a Bill Bearman, tall and powerful. He had a battle axe called the Tearer.

But he prefers to call it Bloody Roar.

Blood symbolizes death, and roars symbolizes glory.

That was a great warrior. His battle flag had gathered more than half of the orc tribes. If there was no Chaos invasion, he might be the king of the orc kingdom and the eternal Goddess of Nature.

But he failed. During the Chaos Invasion, his army faced the Blood God's Legion, and everyone fought to the last moment.

He and his legion eventually turned into an army of dead souls, and the weapon disappeared.

"It's almost seven hundred years old. Why did that axe appear in that direction?" The old orc was puzzled and puzzled: "That's the world of humanity... It seems that we have to make some adjustments to our previous itinerary, Oli."

The thin girl turned around and saluted the old orc: "Chief, what are your orders."

"I was thinking before, let Mina go to Carter Castle to meet the child, and Carter Castle is also in that direction... Go and see who raised the axe and see if he has obtained its recognition. If not, we must bring it back." The old man said this and was silent for a moment, then continued, "You don't have to worry about this matter. Leave the recycling work to others. You just need to find the axe, confirm it, and then go and see the child in Carter Castle."

"But you didn't say before that if Mina saw her, then it might be an opportunity for Mina."

"But it will take her half a year to return to the Great Woodland. A sage from a foreign race said that time will not wait for anyone." The old orc stretched out his hand and patted the little girl in front of him: "Go, my child, everyone must measure their own destiny. Mina is no exception, and you are no exception."

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"What is that?" Old Hoffman was a little surprised-he could feel the breath coming from the south, which was a palpitations that could only a very evil creature come.

Is it a prince?

No, compared to it, the Prince of Chaos is just a dog without a chain.

It's a great devil.

Old Hoffman looked at the direction south, and he knew that Marin was there. If Marin encountered this monster, he would be afraid of a lot of danger.

Old Hoffman wanted to rush over, but his duty made him unable to escape. Just as I walked over and looked over there with a shocked and suspicious expression, Old Hoffman felt the breath disappear.

It was like tears falling into the rain.

There was no longer any feeling, nor the feeling of palpitations, and the aura that followed surprised them - it was a sense of aura that only legendary weapons had.

It seemed to be angry, and it seemed to be roaring, as if it was summoning its own master.

"The great demon of Chaos left a legendary weapon?" Old Hoffman looked at his old friend, and he felt that the world became a bit incomprehensible.

"How do I know?" Constantz said and widened his eyes: "It's cheering."

Yes, it was cheering, as if it had found a new owner, as if it had returned to the best time it could recall.

Then the cheers from the south came like boiling, which made the two old men frown. Finally, the old Hoffman waved: "You go to the south to see what's going on."

"No problem, sir." The dwarf, who was a messenger, nodded and then led his teammates to the alley quickly.

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"Why do we want to help humans fight to death?" The bear man sitting behind the street fort cursed, and his leopard friend patted his shoulder: "Our enemies now are called Chaos. They won't let you go just because you don't look like humans, man."

The bear man snorted—it was not that he didn’t understand, but as a traveler, he hated trouble, and this was a human world, and his size made it difficult for him to hide himself.

Have you ever seen a street fort half a body smaller than yourself?

I haven't seen it before, but now I've seen it.

The bear man hid himself a little sadly and waited for the next rush of Chaos - they and some humans protected hundreds of young children in this small courtyard, which is a school in the human world, and this area is a neighborhood where humans and orcs live in a mixed area. Among the children are humans and orcs.

In order to prevent the fighting race among the orcs from hammering the wall or something with one punch, there are solid walls and small buildings, plus the firearms and weapons given by humans, and a skillful armored tool maker has made a batch of cotton armor for them, so there is no need to worry that the Chaos believers can rush in.

The Chaos Warrior is here, and the bear man is not afraid - he is strong, and ordinary Chaos Warriors are afraid that he can't fight yet. The only thing he is afraid of is the Chaos Warrior.

It is already very good for bears who are born with weak styling to recognize whether a gesture is a simple gesture or a styling styling.

You ask the bear man to perform magic? Unless it is a profession that can be born with magic, the only thing the bear man can do is to hammer the brain of the guy who has come up with this idea out of his head.

"Wait a minute, I seem to hear something." Toby's rabbit companion suddenly stood up, his speech made everyone's attention turn to him. The bear man was called by him. He held the rabbit with both hands and lifted his ears over the top of the wall.

"There was a lot of cheers, as if approaching us! Oliver, raise me a little higher!" The rabbit patted the Bear Man's hand, so the Bear Man raised it a little higher.

"I saw it! It's our people and humans! The west side of the street!" The rabbit shouted excitedly: "It's reinforcements! They have killed the Chaos Boy's defense! I knew that these Chaos Bastards had nothing to be afraid of... Wow, look at that axe, what a big guy!"

Then the rabbit shrank his head, and then everyone saw an axe flying over his head—there was a Chaos Warrior on the side of the axe.

"Oh my god." A man exclaimed.

"How much power does this take?" The rabbit looked at the axe and the Chaos Warrior finally flew across most of the playground, and then fell... Maybe it would be better to use the concept of smashing?

Only Oliver was stunned for a moment. As a bear man, he had heard that story since he was a child.

The story of the great Bear Man legend with his battle axe.

The axe in the story... seems to be the axe in front of you.

He put down the rabbit, then walked towards the battle axe, reaching out his hand, trying to remove it from the corpse.

When he touched the axe handle, a small rattan was added to the axe handle. It sucked Oliver, and then in full view of everyone, the axe handle of the battle axe seemed to have become a creature, and the dense rattan was like a foot, helping the axe to walk towards the street fort like a human.

The humans and the orcs gave up a way and let the axe go out.

Then everyone couldn't wait to poke their heads out and saw a child like a child... No, this is the child. Everyone watched him reach out and hold the axe, and then carried it on his shoulder.

"Are you protecting the school? Thank you for your hard work. The neighborhood heading west is safe now. You can protect your children to the central city and seek protection of the temple. Remember not to go to the Temple of God of Wealth. It has been blasphemed. If you lose your life, I will not be responsible." The child said this and saw Oliver standing at the end of the crowd in confusion and uneasy: "Bear man, what do you seem to know?"

"I, I know the axe in your hand." Oliver was a little uneasy-he found that the artifact of his race fell into the hands of a child, and the child held it with only one hand. You know, even Oli himself did not think he could hold it with one hand: "It is called the Blood Roar."

The child was silent for a moment. An old man stood beside him and said something. Oliver saw the child and smiled: "Now it is my blood roar."

Oliver was angry, but could not do anything. Such a legendary thing would naturally choose its master, and those who were not recognized were only worthy of being incompetent and furious.

Then Oliver saw the child and the old man walking forward, and saw the same tribe following him, and there were countless humans and orcs. Their equipment was varied. Oliver actually saw the chef in a white coat and his meat-cutting knife from them.

How can such a guy be worthy of following behind the Holy Axe?

Oliver picked up his big hammer and shotgun and walked out of the street fort.

The rabbit called him from behind him: "Oliver, where are you going!"

The bear man turned around and pointed to the east: "I'll follow that axe, it's the blood roar, the holy thing of our Bill Bear man! You protect the children and go, if I don't come back, tell Dadasomim not to wait for me!"

After saying that, Oliver strode forward.

The rabbit turned his head and looked at his leopard companion: "Didn't you tell Oliver about Dadasomie?"

The latter shook his head, pointed at himself, and then gestured at the Bear Man's height: "Look, Oliver is that tall, his fist is so big, and I, I'm just a poor Nanpans O'Cat Man, do you want me to tell Oliver that Dadasomei doesn't like him at all? That big guy will kill me with one punch!"

"Then what you mean is to let me tell Oliver that the goddess of nature is on it! I'm just a small rabbit!" The rabbit screamed and pointed in the direction of Freo's disappearance: "This fool follows him, I'm afraid he will die!"

"Then what you mean is that we call him now, tell him the truth, and then let him do a multiple-choice question about whether to kill me with one punch or kill you?" The leopard asked in a deep voice as he looked at the rabbit in front of him.

"I'm so anxious that I can get into the dog's hole!" The rabbit replied with a serious expression.

"...You are cruel, Goddess of nature, how could I have friends like you! Let me tell you!" The leopard rolled his eyes, then put the helmet in his hand on his head, and trotted out of the street fort.

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Marin turned his head again. He had just finished rushing to the formation and was performing a reformed "surgery" on the Chaos believers with the axe in his hand. This thing is indeed strong enough, cutting iron like mud and chopping people like firewood.

But the big bear behind him was really inexplicable - from the time he rushed forward, the bear man's tears were as uncontrollable as a broken bridle. While crying, he followed Marin and collided with the defense line composed of the body of the Chaos believer. He rushed with him and four dead and seven injured, only he was intact.

Shouldn't this be happy? As a result, this guy was fine. He cried when he rushed forward, cried when he was hammered, and even when he was hammered, he could cry like a 580-pound bear.

Marin thought this guy was following him and using crying to attract firepower for him?

...I think it's impossible. Just crying. As long as he is, the Chaos believers have a little brain, the bullets in their gun barrel should be aimed at this bear man no matter how hard they say.

So he reached out and waved the leopard. The leopard didn't notice that Marin was calling him at all. But the other leopard beside him saw Marin and patted the silly leopard's head. The latter ran over after realizing it: "You call me?"

"What's going on with your friend? I heard that after you talked to him, the bear man stopped crying." At this point, Marin was silent: "Is the closest relative passed away?"

Marin could only think so, otherwise he would never have thought that a bear would be a male, who could cry so shockingly.

"Uh... Actually, it's because he thinks his girlfriend has never liked him, and she even asked me to tell him." The young male leopard looked embarrassed: "Sorry, yours."

Marin finally controlled his expression - "What's this? Can you cry like this if you are dumped by your girlfriend?"

"That's because you are still young." Someone, who was a middle-aged man, sighed.

"Yes, you are still young, and you don't know how heartbreaking this pain is." The young Southern man holding a double knife sighed.

"I originally wanted to say something, but when I think that you are so young, I don't know what to say." The man from the north with a sparse stubborn man glanced at the big bear.

"It's great to be young." The retired old man put his hands on his hips.

Marin looked full of question marks: "Wait a minute, isn't it just a broken heart? I know, it's really a bit sad, but is it really? I'm so sad for someone who doesn't like me."

"So I'll ask, do you have anyone you like?" asked Mr. Paladin who joined the middle of the journey with his hands crossed his chest.

"Yes, there are five girls, and they like me too. We love each other until death." Marin said this with a gentle expression.

He thought of his own girl, and each of them was his treasure.

The mage turned his head and tears poured out from the corners of his eyes.

The sword in the Southern hand fell off.

A man from the north lies his own face.

The old-age punishment man sighed.

Mr. Paladin shrugged, looking at this scene, he was helpless.

Mr. Xiong Ren there cried even louder.
Chapter completed!