Sword and Magic and Taxi

"I like this name, Darryl, it reminds me a lot of things." Zhao Mai pulled out the crossbow from the brick, and put the three with his left hand in his palm, "Here, this is yours. arms."

"No, the one on the ground is my weapon." Although Daryl said so, he still took the crossbow. Zhao Mai noticed his posture of hiding the crossbow bolt in the palm of his hand. It seems that as long as the base of the palm is slightly harder, the crossbow bolt can be pushed out of the fingers, just like a claw grows out, which can greatly increase the power of the fist.

"Interesting, it seems that you are always ready to fight. This reminds me of a friend of mine who was thinking about beating me all day when his thinking was a little confused." Zhao Mai leaned down slightly and pointed to his cheek. "Come, try and see what happens."

The orc swung his fist without hesitation, and the crossbow arrow pierced through the fingers, and then pierced Zhao Mai's face. After a dull "empty" sound, only one crossbow bolt stayed on Zhao Mai's face, and the other two halved on the face harder than the city wall, and then stabbed back to make the half-orc full of blood, injured muscles and nerves. Caused his right hand to tremble. But Daryl didn't say a word and didn't care about the injury of his right hand. He took the last crossbow bolt in the palm of his right hand with his left hand, and continued to scratch Zhao Mai's neck indefinitely.

Zhao Mai didn't care, and reached out his hand to pull out the crossbow that pierced his temple. This was the only weapon that avoided bone damage. He nodded in admiration, then let his weapon draw over. After a sour tooth rubbing sound, Zhao Mai clamped the crossbow bolt with the cut skin, and directly snatched it from the half-orc's grasp.

"Really good fighting spirit." Zhao Mai collected these weapons one by one, and at this time his injuries healed quickly in the squirming of his muscles. "You can keep trying, if I die, I will lose."

Darryl was taken aback for a moment, and then kicked Zhao Maihou under the crotch.

"Ah, it still hurts!" Zhao Mai grinned, his teeth clashing with each other, making a rattling sound. With his physical fitness, even if he is injured, he will recover quickly without any problems, but he kicks the crotch... The reserve food has already been rolled on the ground with his belly, his tongue is flicking, and his mouth is still emitting "Yo ha ha ha" laughter. That gloating look is the biggest harm to Zhao Mai.

"Stupid dog, if you continue like this, I will put my pain into your head. I get beaten, you hurt!" After Zhao Mai threatened, he tried to get up from the ground and restrained himself from sitting on the ground. He looked like, but couldn't help but laugh, and "hmmhhhhhhh", black and gray mist came out from his nostrils.

The Orcs hit Zhao Mai again and again, and couldn't even stop Zhao Mai's words. He stopped, and only said: "It's strange, you can't be invincible, there should always be weaknesses. I will find them."

"I like your fighting spirit, but before you find it, you lost to me." Zhao Mai said to the half-orc: "I just killed the steel fist, and now you are also lost to me, you have to listen to me. "

"No, according to the rules, you just won the food below, and this is not an informal challenge. You challenge me, and I need to determine the location and format."

"Shut up, fighting spirit is good, but don't waste my time!" Zhao Mai squeezed a pile of dirt from the ground, grabbed it in his hand, and then hurled it into the distance. They were in a mountain col. Zhao Mai accurately hit an exposed rock on the opposite slope. Under the impact, the soil burrowed into the rock and then split it from the middle. The half-orc snorted from his nose, pursed his lips, and stopped talking about formal challenges-he knew that even if the distance was widened, he would not be an opponent no matter how good the terrain was.

"You work for me, listen to my orders, do you know?" Zhao Mai said to the orc: "If you find my weakness one day, please challenge me. Before that, you will shut up and be fine. obey."

"Okay," said the orc, "but you're just the captain, and the centurion is still on your head."

"That is temporary." Zhao Mai picked up the Orc's crossbow from the ground. It is a double crossbow stacked up and down, with two crossbow strings, controlled by two separate triggers. "You have to double the arm strength to wind it together. Show me."

The half-orc took the crossbow, and quickly flicked the dirt on it with his fingers, and then placed the crossbow at the waist. With his right hand, he pulled a hook-like object on the belt and hung it on the crossbow, and then used his arms to cooperate with the waist. The force of swift winding, at the same time two crossbow bolts are also hung into the groove.

The crossbow was raised and aimed at Zhao Mai's eyes. "Do you want to try?" Zhao Mai snorted, then stared roundly. The orc shook his head and put the crossbow down: "I'm just showing you how to use the crossbow, just like you said."

"Very well, let's eat now, remember that the settlement you used to be is now mine." Zhao Mai pointed to the original steel boxer's man on the hillside and said, "Let them eat together, you can arrange it. "

"That's okay, but why don't you eat?" The half-orc looked at Zhao Mai and found that he had no intention of going down. "Winner takes all, these are already yours."

"Get me up with the hind legs, don't you understand?" Zhao Mai is not hungry at all, but he still has to act in a way that the orcs can understand. "In that broken mountain, if something happens, you don't know anything. Only a fool like you would make such arrangements!"

"The smoke there is the smallest, and it is most likely to fill them. If I have more pots, I won't attract you." The Orc said, "You show up with a stone~www.NovelMTL.com~ I saw it, but I estimated that you would die on the way forward. But there is no difference, even if I attack at the beginning, the result is still the same."

"Wait, you said you want them to eat? I remember that you were indeed on the mountainside. Are you on guard for them? What kind of leader are you?" Zhao Mai sniffed the air and confirmed the half-orc There was nothing to eat, only the smell of cold weapons and blood from the wound.

"When I was weak, they fed me, so I did the same when they were weak."

In a simple sentence, Darryl said very calmly, but with firmness in his tone, it was not simple. Zhao Mai looked at him, and saw a stubborn force in his pure black eyes, just like his fighting spirit.

Zhao Mai looked back at the group of orcs he had slapped on his face. Although they were generally not strong, there were no people who were particularly weak or extremely deprived of nutrition, and they were at least close to Daryl's level. If this half-orc crossbowman acted by himself, with his shooting skills, he would definitely be able to eat better.

The more complex a rule with many preconditions, the easier it is to follow, and the simpler the harder it is. Zhao Mai looked at Darryl, smiled and nodded. "Fat? No problem, I will support you!"