The group of dire wolfs surrounded it in black, like a tide, like a locust. Each dire wolf has a body of about two meters long, with huge and protruding jaws and upturned fangs, and thick and tough crusts from the top of the head to the back of the neck. Under the influence of the dark power, the hard skin of some dire wolves is like scales, covered with layers of crust matter, while their claws and teeth are sharper.

Orcs love war, but they are not fearless. Orcs in the house look out through the gaps between windows and walls, and the heavy pressure brought by the dire wolf makes them desperate. "Diet, we are going to feed the wolf!"

The first cry came out of the room and reached Dushat's ears through the door panel. The tall orc stomped his feet violently, and his iron boots hit the ground and made a loud loud noise: "Shut up! I'm still here, the leader hasn't fallen yet. Who dares to cry and be discouraged? I'll definitely pull her head off!"

Daryl and a few orcs squatted on the roof. It was not safe here. The descendant wolf could rush up as long as it strengthened its run-up. With so many wild beasts, the crossbow arrows must not be enough and cannot be wasted on the miscellaneous soldiers. "Give me the crossbow arrows, and I will shoot the leader of the descendant wolf."

"Why do you want to give it to you, half-orc! You..." Before the orc could finish his words, a arrow was shot into his mouth and penetrated into his brain. Darryl reached out and grabbed the orc's collar to prevent the corpse from rolling down the roof, and then took the crossbow arrow from its body and placed it at his feet.

"Just attack those dire wolf rushing up, don't be dragged down." He refilled the crossbow, and no one refuted this time. He collected more than forty crossbow arrows, which was basically the limit of his shooting. Even if his arm strength was still abundant, the crossbow would have to fall apart.

Zhao Mai pretended to complete the "prayer ceremony", stood up with a machete, and greeted the tide of the dick wolf in the front of the house. Unexpectedly, the dick wolf stopped about ten steps away from the house, revealing his teeth in a threatening posture. After a while, a black cloud appeared from the ground out of thin air, and squirted into the sky, and then a "dead" goblin walked out of the way.

No matter how you look, this goblin has only half a second left before he dies. His body is already withered, and the water of life disappears without a trace - oh, like a ghoul - a rubber-like membrane covered with angular bones, and the muscles seem to be swelling without blood vessels, and the blood vessels are blue and black, as if they have solidified. A pair of eyes are almost covered by cataracts, and only black dots the size of rice grains are left in the center.

The goblin was holding a thick and long cane, with gold at the top, and a giant sapphire inlaid in the complex patterns. He stood there, and the dark power on his body continued to surge like a fountain, causing an evil aura to be brought to the surrounding land. But the goblin was not really standing there, everything was just a phantom.

Zhao Mai can tell the authenticity, but "Orc Black Foot" can't tell the difference. "Gomin? You are also a lowly creature like you, and you are also worthy of commanding the wolf pack. Come over and surrender quickly. I, the Moduo Black Foot, will do my best to give you the job of the beast clan administrator."

The goblin exclaimed, "You are Moduo Black Foot? I have heard your name and are about to find you. You have a more important mission and should serve me. Come on... Come on..."

The goblin let out a burst of wailing sounds mixed with evil power to envelope Zhao Mai. Control his mind? Why don’t the evil guy have any new tricks? Zhao Mai roared angrily, "WAAAGH!" Instead of waiting for the evil power to come, he rushed up himself.

The huge roar formed a wave of sound visible to the naked eye. More than a hundred dread wolf retreated one step together, and the dark power was also stagnant. Zhao Mai stepped farther and harder, and after four steps, he had already crossed a distance of sixteen or seventeen meters. His black and wide footsteps stepped on the face of a dread wolf, and he had no chance to react. His entire head had been stepped into the soil, forming a pool of viscous gel with bloody stench. Zhao Mai took advantage of the force to rise up in the air, and the machete in his hand burned purple-black flames. An equally powerful evil dark force attached to it, rushing directly towards the shriveled figure of the goblin.

The goblin's little black bean's eyes suddenly opened wide, not knowing whether it was excitement or frightened. Anyway, the skin on his face was too shriveled and he couldn't make a normal expression. The two dark forces collided head-on, and neither tried to defeat and control the other. The brave man won when he met on a narrow road. The evil of the orcs depends on courage and violent combat power, and the goblins were originally affiliated with races. Perhaps the skills of the two time travelers were of each other, but the will of the world still followed Arda's rules of fighting beasts: orcs eat goblins.

Zhao Mai slashed down heavily, placing all the figure of the goblin. Although this was a phantom, the collision of power still caused the goblin to suffer a lot, and the dark power retreated quickly. Black feet stared blankly at the machete without any blood, while Zhao Mai was paying attention to the direction of the goblin's power retreat.

That guy must have some kind of treasure that can increase the casting distance! The dark aura rose and disappeared into the void. Then, from the same place, the goblin issued an order to attack the dire wolf. In just a few short words, Zhao Mai had roughly known the general direction of the goblin.

It was actually far east, at least five hundred miles. No matter what he was using, it must be an unusual treasure, a quantum communication satellite in the magic world. Zhao Mai stepped on the position of the goblin phantom, roared twice, played the role well, and then began to face the siege of the divine wolf.

He was not the first one to kill the enemy! The big and small eyes snatched the ghoul's blood, and this time it was Darryl who snatched the blood of the dire wolf. While the pack was still standing still, Darryl aimed carefully and accurately hit a powerful dire wolf that had grown out of scales. The crossbow arrow shot inward from the side ear hole into its brain.

He shot continuously, but this time the dire wolf started charging. His crossbow arrow was blocked by the scales on his head and neck, and a Mars blasted away. "Damn it!" He loaded as fast as possible, trying to shoot as many rounds as possible.

Dushat blocked one side of his body with a tower shield, and on the other side was a rotating and flying meteor hammer. This was a weapon that Zhao Mai personally processed. Although it looked inconspicuous and cheap, it was actually a very strong and durable good thing. The dwarves were proud of their weapons and armor forging skills, but in fact it was the level of this meteor hammer. Dushat had no rules, just remembered to stand firm with his feet and then swung it in a round way. Even though Dushat had never hit any opponent he wanted to hit, the enemy was too dense, and at least he had a chance to get it every time. His strength was to swing the meteor hammer, and he was really dead when he touched it, and injured when he wiped it.

Darryl hits wherever he pointed, Dushat shot wherever he pointed, and orcs shouting the slogan "WAAAGH!" kept fighting back with spear, machete and mace, and actually blocked the first wave of the strongest attack of the dire wolf.
Chapter completed!