The first thing that attacked Gaogen was a thick axe. The tip of the axe's blade was polished so sharp that Gaogen could even be seen reflected on it. The sharp axe was held in a muscle-filled palm.

The owner of the axe was sure that his attack could perfectly hit the senior who was two circles smaller than him in his eyes. So much so that there was no room for this attack. The muscles connected by the thick palms were stimulating like an explosion, and the wind brought about a lot of gray-black robes for covering.

But Gao Gen, who still has the strength, can even look at the person who came here carefully. It was a typical Brooke, with a golden hair like a lion, and a green light shining like their so-called lion ancestors in his eyes. His face was tilted to the side as if someone had punched him. His crooked nose and air leaked, making the Brooke look even more fierce. His light blue leather armor was worn randomly, and his muscles were swollen because of excitement and tension, which tightened the originally loose leather armor tightly. The blue shirt pants and cowhide boots rolled out in a row, looking fierce.

"For the town!" The person who came shouted, holding the battle axe in both hands, driving the round wheel in the air, making a sound that rotated and aimed at the red-haired human who seemed unprepared. He was sure that even if the human dodged with this blow, he would definitely be seriously injured. Because this battle axe was not an ordinary person, but had certain magic.

But what surprised the Brock man was that the senior who looked extremely weak was standing there with a grin on his mouth, as if he hadn't seen the attacking axe. Perhaps the mysterious magic on the axe was also invisible? Thinking of the mysterious wizard, Brock man also had some confidence. He roared and waved his axe even harder.

But soon, he realized that he had made a mistake. It was not that he could not hide, but that senior didn't have to hide at all.

The senior stretched out two fingers and clamped the axe that the strong man used with all his strength, just like he was clamping a small insect. The strong man felt that his axe was like cutting to the steel city gate. He was shocked and his hands were numb. He subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand and let the vibrating force disperse. If he hadn't realized that the axe that had finally been attached to the magic was in the hands of the enemy, he might have abandoned his weapon and swung his fist to hit the man.

"I remember that my face is not as weak as you?" Listening to the man expressing his greatest pain, the Brooke also roared with a red face, and the muscles on his arms exploded with dark green blood vessels. The sharp axe flashed several times, and it was obvious that a lot of magic style was shown.

"Use some force, use some force. Haven't you eaten? Or is the so-called fighting race Broker people just like this?" Looking at the man's bored look, the crooked Broker people shouted even more angrily, their hair standing straight up as if they were electrocuted, and a pair of dark green eyes became red as if they were tall. The axe on his hand screamed squeaking, and the light flashed on it became more and more frequent. But the terrible weapon that could clearly chop the city wall with one blow was steadily sandwiched between his fingers by this senior. No matter how he roared, he could do nothing.

"The glory of the Brocks cannot be defiled! You outdated guy! Try the rage from the ice and snow!" The crooked man who had left some room to yelled, his fierce face covered with terrifying blue veins. His mouth that was sunken and leaked was sprayed with stench, making a leaky howl. The remaining teeth trembled with a trembling scale, and the muscles began to climb up a little red and unlucky mist.

If there was another Broker, it would be possible to see that this appearance would inevitably inspire the Brokers as a combat race to be the most talented and bloody. As long as you use this ability, the Brokers who have burned their strength will grow almost a geometric multiple. No one of the same level can suppress the Brokers.

"Bullock's glory!" The man with a crooked face covered in red matter cried, feeling that the pressure on his fingers seemed to be less than that. It seemed that he could break through the iron walls blocked by the two fingers with just one force. The battle axe trembled involuntarily, as if he could break free from the confinement between his fingers at any time.

"I'll help you!" Behind him was the unique sound of the elves like singing. The second black robe gloomyly held the elves' sword with his pale hands, pressing the sapphire on it with his slender fingers. He muttered a few words in a low voice, and his slender body began to accelerate like a stream of light, and directly flashed out a few afterimages and rushed to Gaogen's side. The sharp sword was flashing with spiral patterns made of golden lines. They rotated rapidly and aimed at Gaogen's shoulders.

The golden thread that seemed to be flashing with star dots was clearly an improved version of the sharp technique, ring-shaped cutting. It seemed that this elf was vicious and cruel. He wanted to directly destroy Gaogen's hand and liberate the Brocks who were in a stalemate there. He wanted two people to attack Gaogen, who had not much dodging space at the entrance of the alley and had his hand destroyed. Anyway, as long as he was not beaten to death, he could always save him.

Thinking of this level, the three people behind who were originally slow to move stood still and began to stretch out their palms with different skin colors and make different gestures and postures. Three different spells began to echo in this space, and the real space began to gradually distort. The magical aura emerged from the hands of the three people like a spring water.

The spells that the three people mumbled were different. Two of them were like curses and ironies, full of aggressive hints. The twisted time and space were formed in curses and languages, turning into lightning and air conditioning. These phenomena that were not naturally occurring are now wandering in the hands of the three people, preparing to find an opportunity to release the power in their hands. The other one was viciously cursing the ground under Gaogen's feet, making the solid stones hesitate and soften.

Gaogen, who originally carried the impact force, began to deform because the land at his feet was weak. The Brock man also seized the opportunity, roared with red eyes, and took advantage of his height to exert force, and squeezed Gaogen into the softened ground. The elf also held his long sword insidiously and trembled, revoking his original attitude of attacking his arm. Instead, he did not let Gaogen discover his true intention.

"You will definitely leave here today!" The third person was a purebred human. He opened his hood and shouted excitedly at the exquisite cooperation of the people around him. He held the sword in his hands and rushed towards Gaogen. His hazel hair tied a clumsy ponytail because it was easy to get into trouble. The tip of the nose like a hook was emitting smooth sweat beads, and the acne on his face turned red due to excitement. The brown eyes were filled with excitement of defeating his predecessors, and even the wielding posture of the sword in his hand was changed.
Chapter completed!