"Hey! Look at the sky!"
"Damn it, gryphon! Why is there a gryphon here?!"
"Run away, the gryphon is coming!"
"Help!"
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When the sky-high cry of the gryphon leader Sean appeared above the thieves, the morale of this ragtag group began to decline sharply. Several timid people even withdrew from their front and fled to the horses in the rear.
The fate of these cowards who escaped from the battle was not only shot into pieces by the sharp-eyed elf hunters, but also those who ran fast were shot by the crossbow arrows of the surrounding escorts under the orders of the orc commander. Wear it right!
"Don't retreat! Everyone, get on board! It's just a wild gryphon passing by, so why panic! As long as we finish this job, we will make a fortune!"
The orc commander shouted loudly with his gong-like voice. Although the appearance of the gryphon made the thieves extremely guilty, under the temptation of money, the wavering thieves once again raised their long crossbows to meet the enemy.
Seeing that his men had returned to their original wildness, the half-orc smiled with satisfaction. However, the half-orc accidentally raised his head and glanced at the so-called "wild griffon", and his smile was fixed on his face.
"Damn it, there are so many people here, why is this griffon targeting me!"
The orc swung his horse whip hard, trying to escape the griffon's attack range. But before his horse could start, an unparalleled force hit him in the back, knocking him off the horse!
Sean jumped off his back and rolled several times on the ground with the force of the dive. George dragged the giant sword on the ground and forcibly neutralized the force of the forward thrust. Although he wanted to kill this dirty and ugly orc, George still endured it. At the last moment, George changed his giant sword to stabbing, which finally gave this orc some breathing space.
Although he doesn't plan to kill him now, George doesn't plan to let him sleep comfortably where he is.
"Wolf soul, attack!"
With the injection of magic elements into his body, the wolf magic mark on George's right wrist became more and more vivid. After a moment, two ghosts in the form of giant wolves came out of the void. According to George's wishes, the two wolf souls used the most cruel method, bite by bite, slowly and slowly, from the end to the root, from the beginning to the end, biting into pieces one of the orc's legs and one arm.
"Ah! Help! Guards, come and save me!"
The severe pain from his limbs caused the half-orc who had fainted to wake up again. It's just that the escort he talked about is now fighting with George and the griffons, and they have no time to care about his life or death.
Seeing that there was no hope for help, the half-orc had no choice but to think of a way to save himself, but the wolf soul had foreseenly stepped on his other arm and thigh. Let alone saving himself, he could not move at all now. He looked at the two wolf souls beside him that were emitting a miserable green light, chewing up his arms and thighs inch by inch, recalling the sound of chewing in the mouths of the wolf souls in his ears, and the four tables were filled with the rich aroma emanating from the wounds. The smell of blood, the strong mental shock and the feeling of powerlessness caused by blood loss made the orc tilt his head and fainted again.
Although the Orc commander was bleeding profusely, George was not worried that he would die from excessive blood loss, because the greatest advantage of the Orcs, a first-order bloodline, is their beast-like strength and vitality. As long as they are not hit The key is that half-orcs with broken arms and legs can still be active on the battlefield. The main duty of these two wolf souls is to prevent the orcs from escaping or being rescued by their companions, and torturing them is not even considered a secondary duty. It is simply George's whim to vent his anger.
In fact, for the cunning thieves group in front of them, preventing the orc commander from being rescued by his companions is simply a unnecessary worry.
Wielding giant swords, George and Sean both cooperated. Sean broke through the encirclement from the front, while George killed from the flank. One man and one griffon rushed into the area densely populated by thieves like wolves into a flock of sheep. Without the advantages of distance and traps, these human flesh and blood bodies could not stop the destruction of George and the griffins.
Often, Sean would just spread his wings to intimidate the thieves, and the thieves who were close would roll and crawl together. Then, George moved behind the thieves with a blood mist, and swept his giant sword forcefully. Before the thieves could turn around, they were neatly cut in half by the giant sword. After a successful blow, George quickly and secretly moved to other areas densely populated by thieves, carrying out repeated killings.
Wherever the giant sword swept across, the land was filled with howls and bloodshed! The thief's dirty blood seeped into the soil and flowed into the Rainbow Pond. The water on the shore was even faintly stained with a bright red!
Taking advantage of the great opportunity when the enemy's rear defense line failed, Lova led her troops to quickly advance to the front line. While rescuing her companions trapped in the trap, she also did not forget to provide sufficient fire support to George and Sean on the front line.
Losing command, and being frightened back and forth by George's giant sword and Lova's arrow rain, the thieves saw that the situation was over. They died, fled, and surrendered.
However, there is still a small group of people who are still restless in the corner of the battlefield.
