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Chapter 468 A cup of tea

Some people in the camp were fighting back with bows and arrows, but from the sparse arrows, it can be seen that there is a gap between the number of archers on Norman's side and the archers on the other side, and the accuracy is even worse, most of them shoot No, if a few lucky arrows hit the opponent, the effect is not significant: I don’t know whether it is because of the high physical strength of these orcs, or because the archers on Norman’s side are not strong enough. Too much threat, most of them just stick to the opponent's body, not much blood is shed, let alone make the opponent lose the ability to fight.

On the contrary, the opponent's archers saw that they couldn't take advantage of Norman's side after they erected a shield wall, so they changed their archery method from direct shooting to throwing. After that, he still shot the two slaves behind the shield wall.

But that's all there is to it.

A thin pale yellow light curtain suddenly rose in front of Norman and the others, enveloping them in a semicircle. Arrows shot out of the darkness hit the light curtain like headless flies, one after another Losing the strength to move forward, it fell to the ground, and the light curtain only shook slightly when it was shot by these arrows.

Second-level spells, protection from arrows.

Norman recognized the spell immediately.

He took a look back and saw three people standing behind them between the slave habitat and the big camp, two of them stood on the outside, erected their shields, and protected the third person tightly. Half of the head was exposed from the gap between the two shields for observation.

This should be the most mysterious mage in the team, and from the spell the opponent chose to release in this situation, Norman basically confirmed his previous judgment-this should be just a black robe mage.

Although the advantage of the opponent's arrows was offset, the orcs who ran out of the darkness were about to rush in front of them within a short while of shooting each other.

The cautious Tang En had already laid down protective measures when setting up the camp, as he did a few days ago. The ground was rough and difficult, with many obstacles and many traps on it.But for these orcs, this doesn't seem to be an obstacle.

Those digging deep trenches, they often just cross over with a big jump; for them, the big logs blocking the road can only be thrown away, and one of them looks like a human being, but the whole body is painted with patterns The guy is the most powerful, stronger than those orcs with all kinds of heads; but those sharp spikes on the ground are the most lethal to them. Those who stepped on them screamed in pain and walked for a while. stagnated.

However, Norman and the others are not going to fight this time. After all, their armaments are insufficiently prepared. It is not easy to set up so many roadblocks.Those orcs had big feet, and after stepping on some and kicking some away, there were not many thorns left on the ground, so the remaining orcs rushed over unimpeded, shouting and killing, and got close to them.

Ping pong pong
There was a sound, it was the sound of the close orcs beating their shields.

Those in their hands are not considered weapons at all, just the dung fork barely touches the edge of weapons, and it is not comparable to the armaments of Tang En and the others, but the strength that cannot hold these orcs is great, it is just a wooden stick All of them can exert the effect of magic weapons, and these warriors with shields can hardly stand it anymore.Among them, the burly human beings in the opponent's team covered in patterns are the most powerful. One of them was holding a big boulder, which looked funny, but under the huge force, it actually knocked out the hand of a soldier in front of him in two strokes. The shield was smashed flat, and a gap was forcibly smashed.

Norman saw this race in the time of reincarnation on Atrimisia's back, and later learned that they were barbarians, known for their great strength.Although it is also a kind of human being in the name, and its appearance is not different from that of human beings, it is actually two different races from human beings in the general sense.

When those orcs smashed the shield wall, the warriors behind the shield wall were not idle, and they took all kinds of weapons and poked out from the gap in the shield wall.

The archers on Norman's side are not good, but these fighters are quite reliable. Coupled with the power of their weapons, they also caused a lot of damage to these orcs who came suddenly. Several orcs were beaten in this way. He was wounded in the aggrieved situation where he couldn't fight back for the time being, and there were many wounds on his body, and he began to bleed.

They were fighting here, but the slaves in this area were able to walk, but all of them scrambled to evacuate to the rear, screaming non-stop, and all looked panic-stricken-they were sleeping soundly , As a result, a group of weird and terrifying monsters rushed out at night, can you not be frightened?

Norman didn't move.

He is looking at the ground around him.

There were two slaves who were shot in the first arrow confrontation and were struggling on the ground in pain. The arrows were very accurate and powerful, and they passed through their chests precisely, causing their blood to bleed for a while. On the ground, they didn't care about mourning the pain, they tried to crawl backward with their hands and feet, their eyes full of desire for life.

Richie, who was in a coma, woke up at some point and managed to get up, but he had no strength to stand up under the weakness of his illness and could only crawl backward like a dog.

The surrounding fire was raging, the yellow light was light, the blood on the ground gradually flowed, and the bloody smell gradually permeated.

He vaguely seemed to have returned to Arika that day.

boom!
With a loud bang, a corner of the shield wall was blasted away, and the barbarian holding the stone rushed in head-on.

The soldiers around that place immediately surrounded him, swords and swords flashed, trying to cut him into meat paste.

Although the barbarian was rough and thick, he was not stupid enough to use his body to resist these sharp weapons.He held up the big rock in his hand and kept waving it around. The swords of the soldiers who chopped it could not penetrate except for some stone chips.

The barbarian rushed in while waving like this, and the orcs behind also rushed in, and a corner of the shield wall battle formation had already festered.

Seeing that the barbarian was about to destroy the embankment of a thousand miles in an ant nest, Tang En had already rushed forward at some point.

Under the flickering of his sword light, the barbarian let out a scream, and the huge boulder in his hand could no longer hold it, and fell directly to the ground, drawing a crooked curve with the inertia of his swing just now, and smashed it on the ground. on the same thing.

"what!"

Norman was looking there, so he could see clearly: Rich was too weak and crawled too slowly. The stone that the barbarian was holding fell on him who was struggling to crawl backwards, directly crushing his whole body. on the ground.

The stone was too big, half the size of Richie's body, and the stone was pressed down like this, hitting Richie's back. Like a squashed toad, Richie instinctively moved his hands and feet. Stretching back and forth, there was an earth-shattering scream from his mouth, and before he finished shouting, countless blood spurted out from his mouth.

Under this blow, his torso has been flattened, only the limbs and head are still full.The blood should have been forced out of his body by the boulder.

"kill!"

Tang En roared angrily, swung his sword and stabbed at the barbarian at an extremely fast speed.

The barbarian had no weapon, and seeing that he was unable to hold back, a dung fork suddenly stretched out from the side, and slapped Tang En's sword directly away from the original direction, leaving only a scar under the barbarian's armpit. bloodstains.

The man holding the dung fork is a rat-headed man, even stronger and taller than those tiger-headed orcs and wolf-headed orcs. His body is covered with black hair, and a tail as hard as a whip behind him is extremely thick. Little by little on the ground, combined with the feet, the rat-head man's movements are extremely agile.

Many orcs rushed in from the corner of the smashed shield wall, and attacked the warriors behind the shield wall.Under the internal and external attacks, the shield wall finally couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed completely. The orcs behind rushed into the crowd and fought with these warriors.

But just before they rushed into the crowd, a looming white light appeared from under their feet, making their movements seem to slow down.

If Norman saw it, he would know what it was.

Second-level spell, spider web.

But Norman didn't see it, he just kept looking at Ridge, but the focus of his sight was erratic, as if he saw thousands of miles away through Ridge.

He had seen many such tragic deaths in Arica, all of which were caused by himself.

At that time, he thought that his spells could at least give those people a good time, but that was only his thought after all.He was not those people, so he didn't know whether those people didn't feel or were very painful when they died under his hands.

"Kill!"

"what!"

"Mongrel!"

……

The shouts of killing and obscene words kept echoing in Norman's ears, finally pulling him back to the real world.

The orcs and barbarians who attacked had already become one with the warrior knights, blood was constantly splashing, and some people fell down from time to time.

A soldier in front of Norman's left accidentally got a wooden club in his chest. He was wearing a breastplate, but the rusty breastplate might be able to withstand the puncture of a sharp weapon, but not the heavy blow of a blunt weapon. The chest visibly collapsed, and then the whole person fell backwards while vomiting blood, his hands and feet trembling, and he couldn't get up again.

A slave named Tom not far from Norman's right walked slowly. He hadn't retreated to the rear at this moment, but it was too late.A werewolf claw directly penetrated his chest, dripping with blood, and dug out his internal organs.The vitality in Tom's eyes was quickly cut off, and when it became gloomy, it didn't end well. The werewolf directly pulled his body in front of him to block it. At this moment, an epee slashed in from Tom's waist. The werewolf But when the opponent's epee was stuck in Tom's body, he rushed forward and dug his claws at the opponent's head.

The tiger man directly in front of Norman had a furry head on his head, and he was swinging a wooden stick indiscriminately on the spot, without the slightest tricks, and he didn't look like he had undergone special combat training.Even so, the surrounding soldiers were still not easy to get close due to their strength. At this time, Knight Godfrey, one of the three knights in the team, rushed forward with his sword, and skillfully used his sword to remove the opponent's body. After two sticks, he directly pierced the tiger man's chest with a sword, and pulled the tiger man's body away halfway, a lot of blood and some broken internal organs came out of the opened gap. gushing out.

The tiger man's vitality was tenacious, so he was still alive. After a scream, he fell to the ground and struggled to pull it, as if he wanted to stuff his internal organs back, but it was in vain.His eyes gradually lit up, emitting the last rays of light, and a strange smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen some beautiful scene, but within two breaths, the light in his eyes quickly weakened, In the end, it was bleak and gloomy, and the futile struggle in the hands stopped, and there was no more vitality.

……

"Why kill each other?"

Norman muttered to himself as he watched the scene happening in front of him.

Fortunately, this sentence was only heard by him. If those people on the mainland heard it, it would be ridiculous: Norman, who single-handedly caused the tragedy in Arika and is known as the god of death, would say such a thing?
This is as ridiculous as a tiger not eating meat.

But they didn't know that maybe only this kind of bloody butcher would know how meaningless killing is.

No one heard Norman's muttering, so naturally no one would pay attention to him.

So Norman stood up from the ground, looked at the guys who were fighting in front of him, and said, "Why don't you all sit down and have a cup of tea and a piece of bread, and talk slowly if you have anything to say."

His voice was much louder this time, enough to be heard by the people around him, causing the movements of several people around him to pause.

Have a cup of tea?
Have a piece of bread?

What the hell!Didn't you see them fighting!
Norman's position is actually quite forward, and he was not in a hurry to leave just now, so it can be said that he is in the center of the battle.

Hearing his nonsense here now, the human warriors at most thought that this guy was out of his mind, and the orcs who attacked were not so polite. A turtle man with a gun near Norman waved Smash it with a wooden stick!

The greater the strength, the faster the speed will naturally be.Seeing that the wooden stick was about to fall on Norman's head, smashing Norman's head to pieces, a white wooden stick that was much smaller than this wooden stick swung over. After touching it, the turtle man couldn't hold it. Stop, he was sent flying by this white stick!
Norman was tall, even taller than those orcs. A figure not much younger than him was standing beside him, holding a white wooden stick in his hand. It was Atrimisia.

Judging from the weapon, she was the one who hit the turtle man's wooden stick just now.

(End of this chapter)