Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai stood on the hill, holding a flat and wide stone in his hand, tentatively called a "slab brick". What he faced were three fires in the mountain col, three roast leg of lamb, one lamb stew tumbling on the fire, and more than thirty hungry orcs.

A pair of red eyes looked at Zhao Mai, like a pack of wolves. They stared at Zhao Mai closely, showing their teeth like a beast to warn, and there was a humming sound in their throats. They are obviously different from ordinary orcs. They are more burly in shape, but they are more like giant apes or bulls than intelligent creatures.

"Is this a new change for the orcs?" Zhao Mai scratched his head. He didn't seem to have created such a "degraded" orc. What is going on in front of him? However, this does not affect his original plan. No matter whether these orcs are smarter or stronger, they will be Zhao Mai's manpower and his qualifications to continue to challenge upward. To obtain these manpower, you only need a reason to fight, and then victory.

Zhao Mai snorted, tore off the useless iron armor on his chest and flicked it casually. The iron plate made a whistling sound, spinning through the crowd of beasts, and accurately inserted into the mud in front of the roasting sheep. With a bang, sand and stones splashed, half of the iron plate sank into the ground, and the half on the ground shook. "The meat is mine!"

The battle for food is different from the battle for the leader's position. The former is always a group fight, while the latter depends on the situation, one part is singled out, and the other is either a wheel fight or a group fight. Whether it was Zhao Mai who singled out this settlement, or this settlement grouped Zhao Mai, the result was no different. The orc rushed up with his bare hands and howling, full of enthusiasm, but he had no rules. Go up to them and slap everyone on the face.

Facing the fists of the orcs, he didn't dodge at all, letting them hit his body. This little power can no longer cause harm to him at all, but instead he wants to make his skin not too hard to avoid breaking the orc's hand bones.

When the brick in his right hand was raised, it would always accurately pat the face of the orc closest to him. With every snap, an orc fell over his face and lost his fighting ability, no exception. The brick itself does not have such divine power, but Zhao Mai used the fear effect of psychic powers in it, which can stun the orcs' brains by slaps. Snap, one fell on the ground; Snap, another one. The one who fell on the ground did not dare to groan or yell, but silently covered his face with his hands, kneeled or lay quietly, as if crying.

An orc took the opportunity to kick Zhao Mai's thigh, but felt that he was kicking on top of a big tree, the kind of tree with vines and moss on its surface, and the feet didn't hurt. Zhao Mai raised the brick, and a beam of moonlight shone from the edge of the brick, forming a halo. The orc hurriedly raised his arms to cover his head and face, thinking that there is no problem this time, right?

But a huge force came from his elbow, and then his shoulders suddenly became sore, and his arms fell involuntarily. Zhao Mai pressed the orc's arm with his left hand, and still stuck the bricks on his face, like an old stubborn with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In a blink of an eye, nearly twenty orcs were already kneeling or falling to the ground, all of them were slapped with bricks and covered their faces with their hands. This kind of brutal scene has never been heard or seen in previous battles of orcs. The other orcs immediately stopped, shielded each other and slowly retreated, allowing the road between Zhao Mai and Roast Sheep to be opened.

"Well, it's not bad." Zhao Mai walked straight up with the slab, just about to reach out and grab the grill, only to hear a swish, and then his right hand shook. A steel crossbow was accurately inserted into the brick, still exuding violent vibrations. Zhao Mai wrapped the bricks with psychic powers, giving it great strength. If not, the vibration caused by the crossbow bolts was enough to break the bricks.

"This technique is very good, but I don't know if it is the shooter or the weapon." Zhao Mai looked at the sign board and smiled slightly. It seems that the leader of this community should be the one who shoots the crossbow? Zhao Mai compared the path of the crossbow arrow, only to see a round figure jumping in the dark shadow.

At that moment, another crossbow shot straight at Zhao Mai's heart, and the flight was silent. Zhao Mai grabbed the crossbow with three fingers, and took a look at it. It was a specially hollow copper tube with a cut diagonally at the top for easy puncture. There are also two slightly inclined holes at the rear end of the tube, and the air discharged from here can also give it a rotating force. It's just that Zhao Mai doesn't understand this structure, how does it make it silent?

Zhao Mai’s ability to grasp crossbow arrows with bare hands shocked the surrounding orcs. Amidst the gasp of "Oh" and "God", two crossbow arrows flew towards Zhao Mai, one aimed at the forehead and the other aimed at the umbilical under. "No, is this a crossbow or a bow?" Zhao Mai still used his left hand and fished twice, grabbing all three crossbow bolts in three fingers. In addition to the one on the slab, the four crossbow bolts all have the same structure. The hand-polished products have very little error between each other.

This is an amazing guy, Zhao Mai whistled. "Grab it, I am useful!"

The reserve rushed over when he heard the order. It stayed lazily on the hillside and didn't even bother to participate in Zhao Mai's bullying behavior with bricks, but it never compromised the execution of clear orders. The monster, which has become almost three meters long and burly and stronger than a lion, rose into the sky, and accompanied by an illusion-like change of direction in the air, it glided with the fleshy crossbowman rushing to the middle of the mountain.

"Using instant teleportation to change the speed vector~www.NovelMTL.com~ to adjust the falling trajectory, this skill is too extravagant! Oo#" Zhao Mai was as surprised as the other orcs, and he found that this approach seemed better than his own The double jump is even more advanced. Obviously you can run over to solve the problem, you have to make such a big movement, this is obviously showing off, there is absolutely no other possibility!

"You won!" The orc threw away the crossbow in his hand and opened his palm to his ear. The food reserve stopped in front of him, lifted his nose slightly to reach his chest, and the faint black smoke from his mouth smacked on the orc's face. It still bared its teeth and screamed lowly in its throat, indicating that it could still feel the hostility of the orc.

"It's okay, step back first." Zhao Mai stopped the food reserve, and then approached the orc carefully. The crossbowman is a hybrid, and his body should be of human blood, so his orc characteristics are relatively weak. "A half-orc?"

"Yes." The man's voice lacked a deep guttural sound, so it looked more like a human. This characteristic will make him discriminated against among the orcs, but his shooting skills are indeed good.

"What's your name?" Zhao Mai said: "I have won, do you know this?"

"You have won now." The orc said, "I, Darryl."