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　　 "Kill all the dwarf bastards!"

　　 "Kill all the dwarf bastards!"

　　 Orc wolf cavalry, led by the second leader, roared aggressively towards the expedition team.

　　 Thorin. The dwarves led by Oak Shield looked serious and stood ready.

　　 Morgan and Gandalf, who stood behind the dwarves, looked much calmer.

　　 Especially Morgan.

　　 Watching a new strong orc emerge from the orc cavalry team, shouting orders to the other orcs.

　　 Morgan had just seen it clearly, when the other party saw the former little orc leader being shot to death by himself and planted on the back of the wolf.

　　 There was a visibly smile on his face, although the smile was stubborn.

　　 But Morgan can still clearly see the joy of the other party.

　　 "Is this the excitement of seeing the leader die, and finally it's his turn to be in charge?"

　　 "If this is the case, then you are a little too happy, I want to congratulate your next..."

　　 watching the menacing orc wolf cavalry team about to rush up.

　　 Morgan murmured very interestingly. He liked the sense of accomplishment that he could control the life and death of enemies at will at a long distance.

　　 Morgan reached out and grabbed his quiver.

　　 This time, he drew three arrows.

　　 is near, nearer.

　　 Finally, the incoming half-orc wolf cavalry team violently crashed into the dwarf expedition led by Thorin Oak Shield.

　　 And one second before the wolf cavalry was about to charge up.

　　 Morgan let go of the arrow.

　　 "Swish swish..."

　　 The three arrows spurred at the Orc wolf cavalry.

　　 One-third of a second later.

　　 The three and a half orcs rushed towards him immediately groaned, and immediately fell to the back of the wolf with an unstable body.

　　 The little orc leader who just emerged to take the lead is among them.

　　 "Boom boom boom boom..."

　　 Twenty orcs Wolves ferociously rushed into the dwarf expedition with more than a dozen people.

　　 The momentum is fierce, and it does not lose the battlefield on a larger scale.

　　 But the wolf knights of the orcs are different from the cavalry knights of other intelligent races.

　　Because the wolf under the crotch of the orcs is more ferocious than the orcs.

"kill!!"

　　 The dwarf roared and brandished his weapon desperately to resist.

　　 Morgan stood beside Gandalf, the longbow in his hand being pulled until it stopped.

　　 An arrow is like the most brutal and cruel killer.

　　 The half-orcs and wolves on the battlefield are far inferior to the giant trolls with thick skin.

　　 The orcs and wolves shot by Morgan hardly have a chance to stand up again.

　　Because every arrow of Morgan hit the deadliest heads of orcs and wolves.

　　 is different from the night raid encounter with the Orc Scout Squad a day ago.

　　 In that battle, Morgan tried his best to kill more enemies in order to gain soul power.

　　 Now, Morgan has a better understanding of the positioning of the archer.

　　 When the victory balance is on his side on the battlefield, of course he has to do his best to kill the enemy in order to obtain the maximum degree of soul power.

　　 And when the battlefield is unclear, or even precarious.

　　 Morgan must not only kill a large number of enemies, but also fully protect his teammates.

　　 Just like now, under the cover and help of the melee wizard Gandalf.

　　 Morgan's gaze was almost entirely on the members of the dwarf expedition that was fighting **** in front.

　　 As long as you can see which dwarf is in danger, Morgan can always help him in the first place.

　　 Although he would certainly sacrifice a part of his spirit power, protecting the casualties of members of the expedition was also protecting himself.

　　 Morgan is very self-aware, and none of the expedition team members and partners are fighting desperately.

　　 If he is surrounded by half-orcs, he will only end up with one person, and that is death!

　　 He hasn't grown to the point where one person can fight an entire army.

　　If the archer has a level.

　　 Then Morgan thinks it is like this:

　　 A qualified archer can kill the enemy more efficiently on the battlefield.

　　 An excellent archer is capable of killing and wounding a large number of enemies on the battlefield, but can also protect oneself and teammates to a certain extent.

　　 A master-level archer can not only kill and wound a large number of enemies, but can even affect the outcome of a battle to a certain extent.

　　 Higher-level archers are those who only appear on the battlefield and can deter and deter enemy leaders like nuclear weapons, making the enemy afraid to act rashly.

　　 Because as long as he wants, he can easily shoot anyone.

　　 His existence threatens everyone on the enemy at any time, especially the enemy leader.

　　 However, when an archer reaches that level of strength, he can no longer be called an archer.

　　 That's a marksman!

　　 Further up, if there is something more powerful than the marksman.

　　 That must be the legendary "God of Archers!".

　　 The current Morgan has initially reached the standard of an excellent archer, and is working hard to climb the path to the master-level archer.

　　......

　　 "Head down!"

　　 Morgan, who was in horns with Gandalf, suddenly shouted in a low voice.

　　 Gandalf kicked the entangled orc, and immediately bent over and bowed his head.

　　 Next second.

　　 "Whoo..."

　　 An arrow shot past the pointed hood almost against Gandalf's head.

　　 After a muffled snort.

　　 Gandalf immediately turned his head, and saw a tall orc holding a mace-shaped weapon with an arrow in his eyebrows and his head falling backwards.

　　 Gandalf didn't care either, a sword pierced the orc who rushed up in front of him again.

　　 The other wand in his hand struck Morgan, who was facing his back.

　　 "Boom..."

　　 A shimmering white light flashes.

　　The invisible magical energy burst.

　　 An orc who tried to attack Morgan was knocked off by Gandalf with a stick.

　　 Morgan shot and killed a wolf who sneaked on Thorin Oak Shield and turned his head, UU reading www.uukanshu.com smiled at Gandalf who had saved him.

　　 Gandalf ignored him, turned around and continued to deal with the attacking wolves.

　　 "This kid's performance today is much more prestigious than his own..."

　　 "No, it's not just that he is more prestigious, this kid's performance today is more prestigious than anyone in the team."

　　 Gandalf muttered to himself.

　　 Not only Gandalf, but other dwarves rescued by Morgan today think so.

　　 Actually, even after thinking about it.

　　 When you are fighting a fierce enemy, you are attacked behind you.

　　 But someone suddenly killed a sneak attacker, between saving you and the crisis, you will naturally be grateful to the other party.

　　 Especially if the other party has saved you more than once.

　　 More than twenty half-orc wolf knights dealt with sixteen members of the expedition.

　　 Although the half-orcs have a small number of advantages, they quickly lose their troops and lose their generals when the expeditionary team's individual combat power is more elite.

　　 In just a few minutes, more than 20 half-orc wolf cavalry died and injured more than half.

　　 This should be done in normal times, and the remaining half-orcs may have been scared away.

　　 The half-orcs don't have the kind of spiritual consciousness that can't retreat, and they never will.

　　Only under extremely severe high-pressure orders, these half-orcs can resist the fear of death and continue to fight.

　　 "Woo..."

　　 The terrifying howling in the distance kept coming.

　　 This means that Orcs reinforcements are on their way.

　　 Hearing the more clear howl, he looked at the fearful, but still unrelenting half-orcs around.

　　 Thorin Oak Shield looked anxiously shouted: "The Orcs will be here soon, kill them all!"

"kill!!"