The hill behind Difenni Village.

Davis's garrison and this group of wolf-headed men have entered a tense situation.

"Then, who else among you dares to challenge our Lord Nursha?"

The short wolf-headed man squinted his eyes and smiled, and then said in a mocking tone: "By the way, Lord Nursha said that you don't need to come up one by one. It doesn't matter if you come up with a few more."

"hateful…"

Faced with the wolf-headed man's ridicule, people dared not speak out in anger.

When they saw the tragic situation in Gubang just now, they understood that the other party had made it clear that it would use absolute strength to crush them.

The members of the garrison said "Look at me, I look at you", but no one dared to go up. They already knew that they would probably die if they went up, but these villagers had not yet realized that they would die.

"well……"

The short wolf-headed man let out a long sigh. He pointed at the corpse on the ground and asked the guard outside the guardrail: "Why hasn't anyone dared to come up? Don't you have the blood to avenge your compatriots?"

"I really feel that the death of this warrior is not worth it!"

It shook its bald wolf head and sighed with compassion.

But this is not entirely a mockery, orcs generally respect the strong.

Even if they are weak, the weak still have the courage to challenge the strong. In their eyes, they are also respectable warriors.

Although Gu Bang was instantly killed by Nursha, this man dared to appear as a vanguard between the two armies, and in the eyes of these wolf-headed men, he still gained their spiritual approval.

After all, Nursha's power is not just for outsiders. There are also countless wolf-headed warriors who have lost to Nursha in intra-tribe duels.

Nursha is a wolf-headed man with golden blood. He can be said to be the elite among the wolf-headed elites and is highly regarded by the elders of the clan.

These Nursha subordinates believe that if their leader continues to grow in the future, he can even become the next leader of the wolf-headed people.

Nowadays, no one in the group of human warriors dares to take the field, which makes all the wolf-headed people, including the short wolf-headed people, a little disappointed.

So they emit sarcastic howls to mock the cowardice of the enemy in front of them.

"These beasts!"

People are gritting their teeth, and several young people are already eager to try it.

You know clearly that the opponent is using a provocative method, but at this time, it is inevitable to fall into this simple plan.

"I'll count dozens. If none of you come up, it means you have given up the opportunity that our Lord Nursha gave you."

The short wolf-headed man was wandering in place, its long tail sweeping a circle on the sand, and it started to count down with its head shaking:

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"eight!"

"seven!"

"six!"

"That's enough! I'll do it!"

With the roar that broke the deadlock, all the wolf-headed people looked at the man who pushed open the guardrail. The giant wolf in Nursha couldn't help but take a second look at the man who dared to stand up at this time.

"Davidson? Then let me come too..."

Immediately afterwards, another man holding a hunting knife also climbed over the guardrail, and the two of them looked directly at the terrifying wolf-headed leader without flinching.

These two people were Davidson and Jones.

"Jones, you still have a wife and children. As long as I delay a little longer, we can evacuate everyone. There is no need for you to come and take risks."

Davidson was naturally very grateful that Jones was willing to stand up with him, but he still wanted to persuade Jones to retreat.

It makes more sense for Jones to live than to live without worries.

"I told my son, 'Everyone is responsible for what he does,' and he must be responsible. How could I not set an example for him at this time?"

Jones grinned. Davidson could tell from the tense facial muscles that Jones himself was very nervous.

But at this moment, Jones patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "If I die, please go back and tell my wife, my unfulfilled son, and my father-in-law that I, Jones, am a hero.

He's not a drunkard."

"Tch, keep this sentence for yourself and talk about it later!"

Davidson shrugged and took a step forward.

He held the hilt of the long sword at his waist with his right hand, and set up a shield with his left hand, assuming a battle-ready posture.

He had no intention of persuading Jones to go back because he knew very well:

A man who is prepared to die cannot change his decision.

"Are you ready?"

While Jones and Davidson were talking just now, the alpha wolf named Nursha and the short wolf-headed man also whispered for a moment.

Then the short wolf-headed man nodded and bowed to Nursha in an almost flattering manner, and he didn't know what happened inside the wolf-headed man just now.

"Our Lord Nursha just said that you two can go together. Just like before, as long as you can make Lord Nursha hurt or use weapons, you will win."

The short wolf-headed man reiterated the rules again, and after finishing speaking, it retreated to the rear. It seemed that there was indeed some commotion within the wolf-headed man.

"You really look down on people..."

Jones muttered quietly, but he did not dare to show off at this time.

If two people go together, the chance of winning is indeed greater.

And the people in the defense team behind were also cheering them on:

"Come on! Jones, if you win, I won't forget the wine money you owe me."

shouted the owner of the small wine shop in the village.

This sentence immediately gave Jones a boost of energy. If he hadn't remembered that something was wrong, he would have almost turned around and asked, "Seriously?"

"Captain Davidson, we must blow their heads off!"

"Come on! Brother, please stay alive!"

…

"Glenchis (come together)!"

Nursha walked to a position about ten steps away from the two of them, opened his arms, and let out a long roar.

Then the pack of wolves behind Nursha roared together, instantly overpowering the momentum just ignited by the defending team.

This kind of momentum competition in formation has always been valued by the orcs. They believe that in order to defeat the opponent, they must first crush the opponent in terms of momentum.

"How arrogant!"

Jones and Davidson stood side by side, both holding weapons in careful defense.

They have seen the amazing speed and strength of this wolf-headed man, so naturally they will not be as lax in defense as Gubang, so that the opponent will seize the loophole and kill him with one blow.

Attacking the wolf-headed man also meant that it was difficult for them to protect themselves. It was said that Nursha was using his bare hands, but his claws could shatter steel.

If the two of them attack rashly and the wolf-headed man is on the defensive waiting to attack, they will obviously be the ones who fall into the passive position.

"Barracurodo (won't you attack it)?"

Nursha showed his fangs that were still bloodshot and said, "Sadiradis (then you have no chance)."

Although Nursha knew that these people could not understand his language, he still liked to use words to put pressure on his opponents.

By the way, "killing instantly with one hit" is his hobby.

Even in the clan, few people can fight him for five rounds. Verifying his absolute strength among this group of human warriors is one of his reasons for playing this game.

He arched his body, pressed his legs down like springs, and then shot out instantly, like an invincible sword.

"Back jump!!"

Following Davidson's shout, the two people immediately jumped in both directions.

Davison and Jones had no experience of working together before, and Davison knew the attack methods of the wolf-headed men best, so Jones left all on-the-spot judgments to him.

Even if he jumped away suddenly, Nursha's thick arms immediately showed their terrifying length after opening them.

As soon as Davidson jumped away, the sound of "whirring" wind rang in his ears. Fortunately, he fell back decisively and rolled immediately after falling to the ground.

Although his posture was ugly, he managed to avoid this dangerous blow.

If he had reacted a little slower, he had no doubt that the blow just now could have broken his head.

Although everything is fine on his side, what about Jones?

"Jones?!"

He looked at Jones who was lying on the ground, and he seemed to see a few spots of bright red blood on the tawny soil.

"It's okay! It's just a little broken skin."
To be continued...