Fluttering, that's a new word that pops into little Fryman's mind as he falls from the sky and looks at the two astonished orcs. Without any nervousness about the two orcs, and no doubt about his own jihua, he jumped from a height of thirty feet under the cover of a branch. The first thing I thought about was not whether the three magic circles could solve each other, but suddenly felt that I felt a little volley in such a leap.

In the next moment, little Fryman had already fallen heavily to the ground, and if it weren't for the thick fallen leaves on the ground as a cushion, his legs would probably break at the first time. Even so, not being able to keep up with the reaction speed of his brain command still made him suffer a big loss, and he only did a small half of the action of rolling forward to reduce the impact force, his head arched on the ground, and the liliang of his hands had not yet been released, and the liliang from the ground xiangshang made his entire lower limbs numb in an instant. The only good thing is that he twists and turns his body so unsightly, and in the end, those liliang do not continue to his spine, which can be regarded as ensuring that he is not hurt too much.

"It's a weak body."

It's strange that little Fryman is saying this about himself, but this evaluation comes from himself, but isn't it something he already knows about weakness?

Little Fryman didn't do anything but comment, just cocked his ass high to the sky, his numb but painful lower limbs made him unable to control it for a while, and the lack of Liliang's upper body made it impossible for him to return to normal with just his arms. To be honest, he doesn't even have Liliang who allows himself to roll over on his side now.

As for the two orcs, little Fryman didn't care at all.

In fact. He didn't need to pay attention to the two corpses. No. Two piles of crumbled pieces of meat, to be exact. Even with metal half-body armor for protection, this kind of protection is still not worth mentioning for a magic circle that can cut objects dozens of times in an instant. At the moment when little Fleman passed by the two orcs, they were already being cut apart at the same time.

The orc leader attempted to launch an attack on little Fryman, but the twist eventually caused its body to disintegrate, starting with its legs, and its entire body seemed to be a building block that had been pulled away from its support. It collapsed with a thud. As for the verbose orc, it had become a puddle of minced meat long before the orc leader was reduced to pieces.

The awkward triangle formed by little Fryman lasted for a while, until footsteps reappeared in the distant woods, and the brown-haired boy barely managed to let his body fall on one side. Lying in the pile of fallen leaves, little Fryman breathed heavily. This breathing was not what he meant to be, in fact, his breathing could have been smoother and smoother as the soreness in his legs gradually eased. Instead of gasping for breath as it is now, as if it was badly hurt.

Two orcs walked over from the other side. At the same time as they saw little Fryman, they let out a cry of joy that resembled joy, but they soon saw the two piles of minced meat beside little Fryman. The half-body armor that had been embedded in the fragments of the orc leader's corpse looked particularly glaring. Even the two orcs couldn't help but stop for a moment.

Dead companion, a humanoid who appears to be badly wounded. The birds in the trees were still chirping, and the smell of blood was wafting through the woods. It won't be long before the bloodthirsty wolves or bears in the neighborhood come here, and those guys have very sensitive noses. The two orcs who have lost their boss must find a way to solve the problem in front of them as quickly as possible, either leave or move forward, instead of staying here in a daze.

The sound of the little human's breathing was getting shorter and muffled, and if I wasn't mistaken, the human might have been hurt in some way and was now dying. To confirm this, it is necessary to get as close to him as possible. The two orcs looked at each other, completely emptying their minds of the option "this human killed the captain and his teammates". After all, the visual gap was too big, and that human couldn't kill two orcs in such a short period of time, let alone make such a flat cut, and that kind of sharp thing could even cut metal into two parts, which was not something that a weak human could do.

The concept of a ring mage was only circulating in Europe, and after Sylvester II issued the "Decree of Atonement", the number of mages and witches plummeted in Europe, and for these orcs who relied on shamans, they did not have any concept of mages at all. At least for now, the concept of a one-ring mage does not exist in the minds of these two orcs.

The sound of human breathing began to weaken even further, and the process was so realistic that even the two orcs were deceived.

The two orcs decided not to wait for their teammates to come and go to the humans to see if they could find anything useful.

Little Fryman's heart was pounding, his mind was blank, those basic circles were floating on the edge of that blank space, but he couldn't find the ones that were really suitable for him. As the two orcs got closer and closer to him, little Fryman's whole body was already tense, and if he couldn't find the way to use those circles and release them, most of his life would have to be confessed here. However, the more panicked he became, the farther away he became.

The two orcs finally walked up to the human, and they looked into the human's godless eyes to make sure that the human was not far from death. However, the bloodthirsty orcs don't mind helping humans report to Hell as soon as possible. An orc pulls out a large mace from his back and slams it into the human's head.

At this moment, little Fryman suddenly pointed in a certain direction behind the orc's head and let out a hoarse scream, as if he had noticed something terrible approaching silently. Deceived by the performance of the little Fryman actor, the two orcs turned their heads abruptly in unison, and behind them, only the wind rustled through the leaves, and the so-called terrible things did not exist at all.

At this moment, the auras on little Fryman's body exploded one after another again, this time not one, but several. Seven or eight emotions such as shock, dizziness, fear, and confusion appeared in the orc's mind one after another, and at that moment, they seemed to faintly hear the sound of the dragon breathing softly in their ears.

Yes, it doesn't take any serious action, the dragon only needs to breathe in their ears to make them panic and even mad. The mace-wielding orc turned sharply and slammed the mace into his companion's head with a thud, the sudden attack that gave his companion no time to react, and his entire head shattered like a shattered watermelon. Seeing his companion fall to the ground, the murderer of his companion couldn't help but let out a roar at the sky, and he wanted to relieve the panic in his heart in this way.

However, just as it looked up to the sky, a sharp branch that had been carbonized suddenly pierced from under its throat. Orcs apply a lot of grease to their skin, which allows them to resist the sun at night, the cold, and even mosquito bites. However, this protection is not exhaustive, as a lot of sweat accumulates in the neck and armpits area, and if oil is applied there, clogged pores will prevent the body's heat from being dissipated quickly. Sweat also washes away the oil completely, so the armpits and throat have always been the most vulnerable areas for orcs to protect themselves.

If this was the past, it wouldn't have been a problem for the orcs, whether it was the throat or armpits, they would be covered by the head or arms, and even if there was no protection, it wouldn't have much effect. But now it was completely different, and under the attack of a well-prepared, all-out human teenager, the pine branch stabbed from under the orc's throat in an instant, through the weak skin and the base of the tongue, and into the back of the nose and head.

This was the end of this ferocious attack, and little Fryman suddenly dropped his hand, rolled backwards twice, and stared at the orc in front of him.

The twig came from yesterday evening's barbecue, and was put into the stream immediately after the first carbonization to make the cytoplasm more compact, and then smeared with pine oil for the second carbonization, and after obtaining enough hardness, it was re-coated with pine oil and placed in the fallen leaves on the ground to wait for penetration. When such a branch is pulled out of the fallen leaf again, the carbonized tip with enough oil penetration will become tougher and will not be crumbled by a single hard stab. Inside the soft body organs, it is still able to maintain sufficient penetration and lethality.

And now, this orc is the first victim of this carefully processed number. The branch wasn't too long, but it was big enough for the orc who looked up to keep his head down, and its chest was holding the branch. This made the orc extremely irritated, and it grabbed the branch with all its might, and with a sharp tug, the brain, along with blood, flowed out of its jaw hole.

Death came so violently that the orc could only shake off the branch in his hand, and without a roar from beginning to end, he fell to the ground with a bang and died quietly.

It was only at this time that little Fryman understood that he was going to lie on the ground and pretend to be injured.

He needed to avoid making the two orcs make unnecessary noises and attract the other orc companions. The orcs he can deal with independently at one time are 2, and if there are too many, he will not be able to cope with them or even die. Therefore, you must carefully control the number of orcs you face at one time, and you must not be too impatient or take it lightly. Every battle must be fully planned, and the more this happens, the better the chance of survival. (To be continued......)