The swordsmanship of the warriors of Quincy and Kirk is not bad, whether it is slashing and slashing, or blocking and dodging, they are like textbooks, and compared to the wild way like me, who has no tricks at all, it looks like he has received professional training.

However, the momentum of the two seems to be completely different.

Kirk looks at it with the determination to fight it to the death, every swing is full of power, although there is no guarantee that the sword will die, but every sword walks, it will always bring out a not shallow wound, and he is always high and low, jumping around, although every time he looks at dodging the monster's attack, but he will always dodge it, get closer to it, trying to create a better opportunity to attack.

Compared to Kirk, Quincy seems to be struggling, but in fact he is struggling with tricks, slashing wounds and slashing with light and heavy wrists, and yet the posture of swinging the knife is quite regular, and I categorically do not believe that a warrior with such a regular posture would not be able to swing a knife.

Moreover, when he dodged the Goblin Warrior's attacks, his body was comparable to Kirk's, which was enough to show that he should be an adventurer of the same level as Kirk.

At such a critical juncture, he was all treacherous and slippery, and the burden was tilted on Kirk's shoulders, what kind of filthy man was this?

I secretly despise it in my heart.

The elite goblin warrior was probably slashed by Quincy and Kirk's swords, and a pair of thick arms bubbling with blood and grease were waving around, and the wooden clubs in their hands were whirring with the sound of their dancing.

For a while, the area around this goblin warrior became the most dangerous place.

In addition to the two who were still trying their best to dodge the attack and waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack, the two girls, Yifang and Jaslin, had already started to attack while wandering.

It just so happened that at this time, Luke's brain didn't know which nerve it was stirring, and he became inexplicably excited, holding up the arm shield on his arm that could only cover his chest, holding up a bright soft iron armor, and launched a charge towards the goblin warrior who was going crazy.

By this time, the Goblin Warriors had gone berserk, and their attacks had become chaotic and untracked, and even Quincy, who was deeply trapped in the middle of it, was in danger several times.

At this dangerous juncture, there should no longer be outsiders intruding at will, but the two parties will slowly exhaust its physical strength, and then wait for the opportunity to defeat it.

This plan would have been perfect, however, it was completely ruined by the charging Luke.

Dressed in a full suit of soft-iron armor, Luke was not very agile in his movements, and as he dodged the Goblin Warrior's two swings in quick succession, preparing to attack its calf, a thick wooden stick appeared in his eyes, swept out horizontally, like a bat swung by a baseball player.

The wooden stick was less than a meter above the ground, and the average adventurer could avoid this attack by lying on his stomach, but this was an extremely difficult thing for Luke.

The joints of the soft iron armor are not bent in all directions, it can bend to 90 degrees at most, and once it is less than 90 degrees, it will be stuck by the iron pieces that are propped up.

The original setting of this plan was created for the warriors of the orcs.

Most of the orc warriors are stronger, and the orc warriors who serve as meat shields are even more so, under normal circumstances, they will hold a heavy shield in their hands that is half a body high, in order to support the whole person from falling due to the impact force, they will choose a soft iron armor such as the one that Luke is wearing.

I've always thought that this seemingly imposing soft-iron armor won't do much protection against the blows of elite goblin warriors' sticks.

As it turned out, I was right.

Unable to dodge, Luke hunched over and raised the small shield of his left arm high, trying to resist the surging hard wooden sticks.

Hearing a muffled sound of 'pop', Luke's strong and tall body, like a shot put that had been pushed out, drew a parabola in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.

The small shield on his left arm, along with his left arm, was bent at an incredible right angle.

And the soft iron cuirass he was proud of was also concave into a punch deep under the impact of the huge force.

Sure enough, the shiny white and shiny soft iron shell has no use for eggs except for being more beautiful.

"Luke!" Quincy screamed, swung his sword, and saw the Goblin Warrior's stick, and with the momentum, he jumped out of the Goblin Warrior's palm with a vertical leap, and then rolled to Luke's side.

Squatting up, he turned over Luke, who was lying on the ground, and found that Luke had fallen into a deep coma, his left arm had been completely fractured, and it could be seen from the degree of damage to the breastplate that his chest must have been concave in a large piece, and at least four or five ribs were fractured.

Just as he was stunned, another elite goblin warrior smashed down with a large wooden stick.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, rolled on the spot, and dodged the stick.

Behind him, another goblin warrior lifted its calloused feet high and stepped on top of his head.

He lunged forward and landed on Luke's left side, dodging the fatal kick.

He picked up his sword and quickly got up, but before he could stand firmly, he smashed it down with another blow on his head and face.

Ignoring nothing else, Quincy bent his knees and jumped sideways, narrowly avoiding the baton.

It's just that Luke, who is unconscious, has no such good fortune.

A huge wooden stick slams down head-on, smashing Luke into a tin sandwich.

This strong man, who spoke as if covered with a layer of bedding and liked to call himself heroic, hung up directly before he even had time to let out a scream.

I thought he could resist at least three times. Who knows that it only took two strokes.

Speechlessly, I dodged the elite goblin warrior's head-on blow, swung my hand, cut off its little finger, turned around, and stabbed again, just right in the crotch of the other goblin warrior.

The two goblin warriors let out a miserable howl at the same time, but one of them screamed roughly, and the other, who seemed to be a little sharp, would not have just given it away. Eunuch.

I twitched the corners of my mouth twice, said sorry, and then sprang forward, four or five meters, just stopping in the back of a goblin warrior who wanted to sneak up on the phoenix from behind, and slashed at its thick calf.

The sturdy muscles were directly cut in half by me, and with a miserable wail, the bulky body shook a few times in a row, and fell backwards, and the position where I fell happened to be the position I had just stood.

"Ruthless!"

I can't help but sigh, worthy of an elite goblin warrior, even if he is injured, he is still thinking about how to kill the enemy who injured him!

Looking at the resentful and unwilling gaze of the elite goblin warriors, I chilled.

Where is this elite monster, it's a death squad at all!