If the orc guards were running rhinoceros just now, then the Great Chief's assault at this moment is like a heavy tank speeding at high speed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The terrifying power of the furious and invincible made all the four-digit human warriors in the audience moved.

The Black Hand, a great chief who is nearly three and a half meters tall, is an out-and-out giant among both humans and orcs.

One might think that a giant as tall as the Black Hand must be sluggish. In fact, the heads of enemies or challengers who have this idea are crushed by the black hands.

If the strength is high, the speed is slow, and if the speed is fast, the strength is low, and this formula does not apply to the black hand.

Not only is the Black Hand fast and powerful, but he also has an advantage that no one else has - his weapons are his hands.

It is often said that someone makes a sword like an extension of an arm or something, and that is a very high state. But no matter how flexible a weapon is, it is basically impossible to be more flexible than your own hands.

The black hand is very advantageous.

When he helped Orgrim fish the Hammer of Doom out of lava, he nearly lost a pair of his arms. The blazing heat that very people can bear, coupled with the amazing concentration of fire elements, if it were an ordinary person's arm, it would have been completely scorched into black charcoal and broken in the lava.

But the black hand, whose willpower, strength, muscles, and innate resistance to flames were incomparably strong, was stunned to withstand the test of the flame hell in the crater. A large amount of fire elemental attached to his arms and palms, destroying more than half of the nerves in the black hand, and completely lithifying all the superficial skin and some muscles below his arm.

The pair of heavy, jet-black hands had a strange luster between stone and metal. Although every joint below the arm can be rotated flexibly, it is clearly out of the realm of living things.

If anyone stupidly wants to cut off the arm of the black hand, then the last one to fall must be his head.

Of course, Lothar will not be hit, and Duke has repeatedly reminded him in advance that if Lothar is all hit, then he is not Lothar, but Lothar.

Lothar also took small steps towards the black hand.

In the next second, a strong wind rolled up on the flat ground.

Before the black hand made a move, no one would have thought that the casual fishing of the left arm of the great chief of the tribe would have such a terrifying power with such a simple sweep.

That's the feeling of overwhelmingness that should only occur when the whole house collapses. The gale alone was enough to press every inch of muscle on a person's face against bones such as teeth. I can't even open my eyes, let alone see clearly.

For a moment, Duke had the illusion that Lothar was killed in an instant without any suspense.

It's horrible.

That is not the power and speed that the poor imagination of human beings can comprehend.

It's like the other person picking up the door panel of the church door, slapping you horizontally and slapping you into a meat sauce, and the last sentence that remains in my mind is 'impossible'!

Thankfully, Duke's sanity dispelled his illusions. If he really made a move just now, he would disturb this duel that was incomparably sacred in the eyes of the orcs. That's the real big thing.

Lothar dodged, a vicious tiger pounced, and then rolled forward towards the right front with great coherence to dodge the Great Chief's fierce left hand sweep. Not only that, but during the rolling, Lothar also used the blade of the King's Sword to pull on the black hand's thick thigh.

Blood flew.

The Great Chief's left thigh was covered with a long blood mark.

The Black Hand's leg armor did nothing at all, as if the precious leather armor was just a piece of tissue paper that shredded when it was torn.

But this is not the end, the black hand actually took advantage of the right hand with a swinging fist, turned around like a whirlwind, and the huge fist suddenly slammed down from the top right to the bottom left.

There was a loud bang that was almost a sonic boom in the dark sky.

The fist that slammed down didn't look like a stone giant at all, but like a hot ball of lava.

A fire elemental released like a mage smashing a fireball?

How is this possible!?

Obviously, within a certain range, the Black Hand has the power to manipulate the fire element, and its dominance level is quite high, even above Duke as a sky mage.

Duke's heart froze for a moment! If when he went to set fire a while ago, it was not Kirrog* Deadeye, Orgrim, and Samuro who gathered around, but the Black Hand...... If he is yin, maybe he really wants to run the corpse once.

Super heat comparable to lava.

A supreme force that kills at the touch of a button.

No matter which of these two points is next to each other, it is a death.

Every human warrior forgot to breathe, staring at Lothar's incomparably small figure in front of the Black Hand.

However, Lothar dodged it, and it was a strange move that looked like a spring bouncing. The shield-wielding left hand slammed the shield to the ground, and with the reaction force of the arm popping off the ground, Lothar soared into the air and dodged along the edge of the fist like a juggler.

With a "hiss", the armor under Lothar's left rib was wiped off, and the iron armor, which was at least five millimeters thick, was torn off in one piece, which was easier than tearing bread by hand.

And a large crater of flames one meter square suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Shhh Every human warrior sweated for Lothar.

Only Lothar stood up and pouted lightly, as if it wasn't him who had almost hung up.

"Haha! I like your head more and more! Anduin!" the Black Hand laughed maniacally, not caring about the wound on his thigh, and unleashed a stormy onslaught on Lothar.

Duke translation.

"Me too. Lothar dodged a little awkwardly. It's obviously a warrior, but it's like a thief's stunt [Dodge], with a 100% dodge rate!

Duke re-translated.

"Okay-good-let's fight each other!" the black hand's rocky giant hand suddenly increased its speed again.

It was almost the speed of a sword storm like a sword master.

The partial black hand is still special and can't do effective damage.

Lothar couldn't dodge every attack, but he danced the epic shield on his left arm with quick and accurate T-shaped steps. With his dexterous pace, clever angle deflection, and precise unloading, and the perfect use of various warriors' professional skills, Lothar is on an equal footing with the black hand.

No, it's not!

Because the black hand's attack was even more wide-open, Lothar's ghostly attack left more than a dozen scars of different shades on the black hand. With the fierce movements of the black hand, every wound was bleeding.

That's right!

For a moment, the black hand can hold on to the strength of his body, but after a long time, the balance of victory will surely tip on Lothar's side. Provided that Lothar is not hit by a heavy hit.

That's the difference in volume.

The more vigorous black hand can have many opportunities to make mistakes, and Lothar is a second if he misses. (To be continued.) )