The mage arrives

The guy holding the bard hostage was huge, more than two meters tall, and besides his skin color, which was completely different from that of a human, he also had an ugly face with thick lips, fangs turned out, nostrils upturned, and a pair of pointed ears.Of course, his pointed ears are absolutely incomparable with the elegant and slender ears of elves.

This is an orc.

From his skin color, it can be seen that this orc is not from the tundra orcs in the north. Those green-skinned guys are extremely hostile to humans and civilized society, and launch large-scale attacks on Freyton every winter.

Lilac skin is characteristic of the hill orcs that live in the south and west of the empire.This ethnic group has integrated and adapted to human society. Although some racial problems are inevitable, they are still able to live together with other groups in general.

However, due to nature and talent, hill orcs in a civilized society can only engage in occupations that focus on physical strength and violence—such as adventurers and mercenaries.

In the dangerous ruins of Danzig, it is not a good thing to encounter a brutal and violent hill orc-as most of them are.What's more, behind the big guy who held the bard hostage and blocked the door, there are a dozen other big guys in full armor standing like him.

"An adventure party composed purely of hill orcs," the halfling whispered.

Now that the other party has held Gregor hostage, the hostile position is already obvious. The lucky coins took up weapons one after another, and the atmosphere on the field was like a ignited powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

"Don't move, human, your companion is in my hands!" said the orc who held the bard like a baby, his voice was as rough as sandpaper, "I am the leader of the Sword Mercenaries, Uka Zululu, if you You have heard my name, so you should know that the best choice now is to obediently hand over all the property you just got."

"This kind of threat is only useful to rookies." Ronald held the weapon in his hand, and pointed the tip of the gun directly at Uka's eyebrows. His whole body was like pouring steel, unwavering, showing the firmness in his heart.

Uka showed a cruel smile, stuck out his thick tongue, and actually licked the bard's face: "Really...then you don't mind if I enjoy this little boy's body?"

This action of his made the handsome silver-haired guy's face instantly white. He could maintain his composure under the threat of the blade, but now his whole body became stiff.

In the world of Telos, among the three medium-sized humanoid races of humans, elves, and orcs, only the orcs are born of chaos, so they are reproductively isolated from the other two races.In other words, although the reproductive organs of orcs and humans and elves are similar in appearance, and the mating process is the same, hybrid creatures such as half-orcs and beast elves will not be born.

Moreover, most human and elf females are too thin for orc tastes to withstand the intense mating with orcs.

That is to say, if the factor of reproduction is excluded, and the mating is purely for the purpose of pleasure, the orcs prefer those human and elf males who are handsome and strong.

Unfortunately, Mr. Bard fits the bill very well.

Thinking of the possibility of being dragged away by these purple-skinned barbarians to pick up soap, Gregor winked fiercely at Gordon and the others.

Of course, what the bard meant was not to ask everyone to put down their weapons and do what Uka said—it was impossible, but to signal his teammates to hurry up, because he couldn't stand every minute of being with this smelly orc anymore.

Seeing no response from the lucky coin crowd, Wuka tightened the sword in his hand towards the bard's neck, and the blade cut a shallow wound in the throat, oozing blood.

"My patience is limited." The leader of the Sword Mercenary Group said, "I'll give you one, two, three... three seconds, if you don't put down your weapons, then I can only use violence. Hehe, my men The boys would love it if you did, you know, they like blood and fighting."

Of course Ronald would not do what the other party said.Because he knew that if he did this, not only would he not be able to keep the box of ancient gold coins he just found, but he might even lose his weapons and equipment.Losing a weapon in the Danzig ruins is equivalent to being sentenced to death.

Adventurers are greedy, and hilly orc adventurers have to multiply the attribute of greed by five times.

This battle is inevitable. The reason why Lucky Coin and his party did not speak is because they are relying on Gordon's communication skills to formulate a battle plan.

"It's time!" Uka shouted suddenly.

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly saw the sorcerer standing opposite him in the back row raise his hand, and a beam of white light shot out from his fingertips, casting a spell on the female ranger holding the bow beside him.

Serra holds the bow in his left hand, and his right hand has already pulled the bowstring to the extreme.After Gordon blessed her with spells, the little girl immediately let go of her right hand controlling the strings.

hum...

Made of ferocious animal tendons and seaweed gel, the elastic bowstring shrank violently under the action of potential energy, and the arrow was shot out.The rapid trembling of the bowstring, which was invisible to the naked eye, moved the air, making a strange buzzing sound.

In the blink of an eye, under the influence of the "guided shooting" spell blessed by Gordon, the arrow hit the tiger's mouth in Wuka's knife-holding hand with perfect precision.

No matter how thick the orcs were, they couldn't withstand this attack.Under the severe pain, Uka instinctively let go of his hand, and the saber that had been on the bard's neck clanged and fell to the ground.

When Sela's arrow hit Uka's palm, the blood of the orc leader splashed out, but before it fell to the ground, the halfling rogue and dwarf shield who had already been ready to go rolled over at the same time, Bully the side of the orc.

At the same time, Cynthia's holy emblem burst into brilliant light, she slightly parted her vermilion lips, and chanted "Evandra", and the bard immediately obtained the blessing effect of the second-ring divine spell "Power of the Wild".

After gaining a bonus of two points each on the three attributes of strength, agility, and constitution, the bard broke free from the shackles of the orc.

Uka instinctively wanted to grab the bard again with his uninjured hand, but was shocked to find that the black dagger and the shiny dwarven battle ax greeted his knees.

"Don't look at me being small, but I'm good at smashing the knees of you big fools." The halfling smiled slyly and inserted the sharp dagger into the orc's knee. The process was as easy as cutting cheese with a hot knife, "Let you try Taste the feats I've learned from the halfling combat master, 'Kneebreaker' Beet Kwok!"

Suanli exerted force on her wrist, and twisted the dagger that was inserted into the orc's knee, and there was a bone cracking sound that made teeth ache.

"what!"

The sharp pain from both knees made the orc howl.The two injured legs could no longer support his body, and as soon as his body weakened, he fell down.

But greater pain was waiting for him.

After the bard broke free from control, he didn't run away. Instead, he turned around and aimed between Uka's legs. His right leg was full of strength, and he slammed it up!As a bard, Gregor not only needs the talent to use music to guide and control arcane energy, but also has certain attainments in swordsmanship, fighting, and archery.The strength of his kick is definitely not light.

All the men who witnessed this scene would subconsciously tighten their legs.Even if this orc leader survived by luck, he might completely lose a certain function in the future.

After the bard's kick to vent his resentment, Ronald followed up, pierced Uka's throat with a shot, and then kicked it out.Uka's body flew out of the door and fell on several orcs from the Sword Mercenary Regiment.

Only then did the enemy realize that their leader had been killed.

The blood of the orcs surged up, and their bodies were filled with anger. They immediately took up weapons, wanting to avenge Uka.But what greeted them was the second spell that Gordon had prepared: Freeman's Missile Storm...

The battle was quickly over.Although the number of people is dominant, this advantage cannot be exerted at all in the narrow indoor aisle.The leaderless orcs were no match for Lucky Coin at all. Soon, they left a pile of corpses and fled in embarrassment.

Therefore, regardless of the difference in level and equipment, if you just think you have a numerical advantage and want to gank, you can only end up being counter-killed in the end.

At the beginning of this battle, although faced with the disadvantaged situation of his companion being hijacked, relying on Gordon's meticulous planning, he finally won a complete victory.Gordon once again proved his worth in the team.He smiled and enjoyed the adoring gaze of Sera's little girl, the generous praise of the dwarf, and the grateful gaze of the bard.

In "Ancient Era", Gordon has rich experience in leading novice players to open up dungeons, so to him, the command skills just now are nothing at all.Compared with the female players who screamed in fright at the sight of virtual skeleton zombies, the Lucky Coin players are simply god-like teammates.

There are many good things about dead orcs.Obviously, the Sword Mercenary Group often engaged in this kind of robbery business and accumulated a lot of wealth.The halfling who also served as the team's accountant did the math, and found that after defeating the group of orcs who came to his door, he could get an additional income of two hundred gold coins.

This morning, the lucky coin team seemed to have passed another harvest festival. Counting the box of ancient elf gold coins, they had already made a lot of money.

After some renovations, the excited crowd was about to leave the abandoned villa when they suddenly heard voices and shouts from outside.

Judging from the odd accent with smooth endings on every syllable, it was an orc who uttered the shout.

Could it be that the remnants of the orcs who escaped just now found reinforcements and came back to take revenge?

The nimble halfling rushed to the window with a few strides, looked out, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Hey... Guys, we are in big trouble."

Gordon went to the window to have a look, and found that behind the buildings two blocks away, an overwhelming red smoke was overwhelmingly pressing down.On the street, a few orcs who had just narrowly escaped from the battle with Lucky Coin were running back with fear on their faces, wanting to get as far away from the terrifying mist as possible.

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