Star Forge Titan

Although Gaoshan, the orc who escaped the disaster, was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he was still very wise and took the initiative to distance himself from the monster.

"You don't mind, do you?" Ivan got off his horse and helped up his new teammate.

"I'm really ashamed. I'm not a qualified fist fighter." The orc Gaoshan shook his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"You've done a good job facing a two-headed ogre with natural strength and spellcasting ability." Alvin comforted sincerely.

The Adventurer's Guild has assigned challenge levels and danger indexes to various common monsters, hoping to reduce casualties among adventurers.

Although all members of the Tracker Team have passed the ceremony to become extraordinary beings, the danger index of the two-headed ogre is as high as 25 points.

This means that even without special weapons and armor, the two-headed ogre's combat capability is equal to or even better than that of an ordinary second-level transcendent.

That extraordinary strength combined with the defense brought by high-density fat, coupled with its excessively excellent self-recovery ability and primitive spells that sometimes work and sometimes don't, allows the two-headed ogre to fight against an entire team of fully armed professional soldiers with his bare hands.

Therefore, for most low-level adventurers, this guy is a very difficult opponent.

But that's only for ordinary adventurers...

"Damn it!"

"Ogre, strong, will not fall!"

The two heads of the crazed two-headed ogre roared at the same time.

The monster that had lost both arms was like a heavy carriage out of control. It roared and took steps that shook the earth, and rushed angrily towards the black-haired boy who was blocking its way.

Facing a fat monster that was one-third taller than him, Ivan, who was standing quietly in the middle of the road unarmed, gradually showed a smile.

“Are you confident about your fat?”

After saying this, Alvin did not use any weapons or any special abilities that would easily attract unnecessary attention.

He simply raised his right arm.

The intense fist-to-flesh combat was quite exciting, but as for the moves...

His thoughts were racing. Before the ogre rushed to him, the black-haired boy bent down slightly, then supported his body with his front legs, kicked the ground with his hind legs, twisted his waist quickly, and struck out with his arms!

With extremely precise movements, Alvin perfectly replicated the orc's previous high-speed jab.

That is, the style of move called 'Rock Strike'.

Seeing this scene, the orc Gaoshan could hardly believe his eyes.

As a practitioner of boxing, he could be sure that the other party had not been exposed to similar information before.

But what was going on in front of him? Could someone learn a style of martial arts just by watching?

Before he could think about it, Alvin's fist had silently hit the center of the ogre's shaking belly.

There was no shriek that tore through the air, nor was there a roar that shook the earth. The punch was like a finger that popped out at random, silently hitting the center of the ogre's abdomen where the fat was thickest.

If time were slowed down at this moment, one could clearly see the ogre's fat belly, with waves spreading outward from the point where the fist hit like water waves.

The expression of this ferocious man-eating monster, which was filled with anger and madness, gradually turned into astonishment, confusion, and finally pain and despair at a speed visible to the naked eye!

[Perfect Power], an extremely perfect and boundless power. Even an adult dragon would be easily overturned and pushed down by the holder of such great power.

A jab thrown with such force, even without any magic power, cannot be blocked by the ogre's mere fat!

The two-headed ogre's fat body froze in place again.

A second passed, and Alvin retracted his fist nonchalantly, turning his back to the ferocious man-eating monster without any defense.

Although there was no blood on his hands, horrific death had already befallen this land.

呲——

There was a slight sound like air leaking from a balloon, and the ogre's heavy body fell forward to his knees.

At some point, a large hole with a diameter of more than 85 centimeters appeared on its back.

Except for the lone spine that remained in place, all kinds of flesh, fat and internal organs fragments flew backwards more than ten meters, leaving a blood-red cone-shaped radiating mark on the ground.

Turning to leave, Alvin looked down at his slowly expanding fist.

"Not bad..." The black-haired boy smiled.

"Boxing is fun."

Chapter 22 The Fire of Life

The recovery ability of ogres is indeed amazing. Some rare two-headed ogres can even cast spells to heal themselves.

But there are limits to all of this, and it's not as exaggerated as the rumors say, such as cutting off one head and growing eight more.

So, after losing sixty percent of its internal organs and a large amount of blood, the two-headed ogre fell to the ground like a collapsing mountain of flesh.

The bandits who witnessed this scene were nearly terrified to the point of incontinence; in fact, many of their crotches had already changed color. The goblins who had been shouting about being slaves simply fell to their knees, wishing they could bury their heads in the sand.

In their view, the two-headed ogre that eats its opponents alive on the battlefield is a ferocious existence comparable to that of a demon.

And that black-haired young man who easily beat the two-headed ogre to death with just one punch was even more evil than the devil!

For a moment, the bandit group, which was clearly quite numerous, all squatted quietly, allowing the members of the Tracker Team to tie them up one by one with ropes.

However, Ivan also noticed that the looks his new teammates gave him had become very subtle. Andre seemed to want to say something, but he felt the timing was not right, so he knocked on the farm warehouse door first.

After explaining his identity as an adventurer and providing proof, the farmer's joyful voice was immediately heard from inside.

"Are you an adventurer sent by the guild? I am the client, Jamba, an agricultural production officer loyal to His Majesty, and the person in charge of Oasis Farm Tatooine." A short and fat middle-aged man immediately pushed the door open and walked out.

His face was full of joy of surviving the disaster. He kept thanking Andre, but his eyes kept glancing at Ivan who was helping the farmers put out the fire.

An adventurer who killed an ogre with one punch... is he really someone I can afford to hire?

At this moment, Alvin was not idle.

Although the scale was small, it could be said that a war had taken place here. And the end of a war was far from being completely declared by the fall of one side.

Oasis Farm is full of damage caused by bandits. The trampled farmland needs to be repaired and the damaged fences need to be rebuilt.

All in all, there are still many things that need to be dealt with.

More importantly, there are still very seriously injured people who need urgent treatment.

This is different from the plot in fantasy novels where all suffering ends as long as the vicious enemy is defeated.

A true adventure team still has a lot of work to do after defeating the enemy. Although these tasks are not mandatory, the members of the Tracker Team clearly have moral values ​​that are in line with or even slightly above average.

Even Gao Shan, an orc who came from a barbarian tribe, was influenced by the Fist of Freedom when he was young, and developed a sense of integrity that was different from that of his origin during his growth.

Naturally, this factor was also a factor in Alvin's decision to join this team.

Even though we haven't known each other for long, he actually has a pretty good eye for people.

"Newcomer, do you have any healing abilities? There's a young man here who's dying!"

Just as he had pushed down a dilapidated building with the residents' permission to prevent secondary damage, Alvin heard Lilith's anxious shouts coming from the warehouse.

"I'll be there right away!" As he said that, the tall, black-haired boy immediately strode over there.

The farmers were seen gathered in a circle, with a young man covered in blood lying in the middle.

Kalani, the half-elf wizard whose full name is very difficult to pronounce, is casting a simple spell on him to heal minor injuries.

But he was obviously not a wizard specializing in this area, so the effect of the spell was very limited and could only barely slow down the bleeding of the young man's wound.

It is unknown what kind of brutal treatment he suffered, but this young man with a bruised face and nose had both arms severely fractured. The broken bone on the right side even pierced the skin, causing a wound that bled profusely.

The halfling thief Lilim pressed hard on the blood vessels near the heart of the wound without caring about the blood, hoping to slow down the bleeding.

Although this may affect subsequent bone treatment, it is better than dying from blood loss.

Seeing Alvin coming, the crowd immediately made way for him.

The black-haired boy didn't waste any more time and quickly walked over to the injured young man. He squatted down to examine him, his brows immediately furrowed, and then slowly relaxed.

Comminuted fractures of both arms, severe concussion, and massive blood loss were injuries that would have killed a healthy adult, and it was a miracle that this young man had managed to survive until now.

However, as long as you are still alive, that is the best news.

Although Alvin is not a transcendent who specializes in healing, he possesses many powerful skills, although the specific treatment may be relatively rough.

"Find him a stick to chew on, preferably one without thorns. If you have cloth, wrap it around it."

Lilim and Kalani exchanged a glance. Why did this sound unsettling? But now was not the time to hesitate.

Not only them, but everyone who heard the words scattered, and soon someone found a suitable wooden stick and some linen.

Ivan pried open the injured man's mouth, placed the linen-wrapped stick between his two rows of teeth, then raised his right hand to mobilize his surging vitality and violent primitive magic.

Then, a handful of white flames as bright and dazzling as the sun rose from his palm.

The flame burned fiercely, and just being illuminated by the light it emitted would make people feel warm as if their whole body was soaked in hot water.

However, the temperature of this hot water seems to be... constantly rising!?!

After being promoted to Ash Knight with the Phoenix Tail Feather, Ivan mastered a special magical flame called 'Flame of Life'.

This flame is generated by extremely powerful vitality mixed with positive energy. While greatly enhancing special attacks against negative energy, it can also restore distorted objects to normal state. Therefore, it is mainly used to destroy some special curses and spells.

However, the Flame of Life is a magical flame born from the combination of powerful vitality and positive energy, so it has the most basic healing ability.

However, due to its overly violent nature, although it can heal injuries and restore distortions, the process will make people feel extremely painful.

If it is not an emergency, it is best to choose ordinary healing spells or simply use the holy water from various temples.

But now, it is obviously an emergency.

"Hold it in."

As he spoke, Ivan suddenly pressed down the burning white flame. There was an immediate exclamation from the crowd outside. It was obvious that ordinary people were completely unable to understand this operation.

But they did not dare to step forward to stop it. The body of the two-headed ogre, whose lumbar muscles had been opened to cool down, was still lying not far away and stinking.

Then, a miraculous scene appeared.

The bones that pierced the flesh retracted little by little. An invisible force repositioned and reconnected the broken bones. The wounds caused by the broken bones gradually shrank and healed under the burning of the white flames, and even the lost blood color reappeared on the young man's face.

However, all this is not without cost.

"Hooa ...

Lucas' eyes suddenly widened, the wooden stick in his mouth creaked, and his whole body twitched violently and bounced continuously like a live fish thrown into a frying pan.

"Hold him down." Lilith shouted immediately. She and several young men from the farm rushed forward and tried to hold down Lucas who was pulling out violently.

The young people who were close to the Flame of Life only felt a burning pain on their skin, but they all gritted their teeth and persevered.

Fortunately, although it feels like burning flames, it will not actually burn people to death.

As soon as Lucas's wound stabilized, Ivan immediately stopped releasing the Flame of Life.

This consumption is not worth mentioning for him who has a perfect body, but the excessively strong vitality itself is a powerful energy comparable to radiation.

Several young people who came to help felt cold sweats all over their bodies and their hands and feet trembling after just a brief contact, and Lucas, who was receiving treatment, fell into a deep coma while his wounds were repaired all over his body.

In the next period of time, they will probably experience sequelae such as rapid growth of nails and hair, but this is the result of Alvin's efforts to control it.

"Newcomer, you're really surprising. Speaking of which, what level of transcendent are you? Are you high-level?"

Lilith wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and looked at the black-haired boy in amazement.

Although the flame just now was warm, a transcendent like her could feel the violent power contained in it.

"Level 2, not that exaggerated." Ivan said casually:

In order to save someone just now, he didn't bother to hide his abilities. Compared to some small personal information, a human life is more important.

Besides, although the 'Flame of Life' is also very powerful, it is at least not as exaggerated as [Reshaping the World].

As for his rank, he didn't lie at all~

Chapter 23 Desert Scimitar

Oasis Farm Tatooine.

The once bustling village is now covered with the cruel claw marks left by the disaster.

Despite this, people still gathered on a small, relatively flat stretch of sand near the farm.

They were bidding farewell to a neighbor who was born and raised in an ordinary way, and was even a little too honest in his daily life.