Roddy had three arrows left in his hand. The only orc seemed to finally understand what he had encountered. He immediately gave up chasing the three humans in front of him, and rushed towards Roddy!

The orc was huge, with a hideous face and thick muscles like a wild beast. Although it was still about forty meters away, under the strong explosive force, he could rush to Roddy in five seconds. The three scouts who had just been chased discovered this and all stared at Roddy wide-eyed, as if they had seen the scene of him being torn to pieces...

Nothing else, these scouts could not have the idea of ​​"humans defeating orcs" in their minds. They were scared out of their courage and completely lost the consciousness of counterattack - one of them opened his mouth and wanted to shout the word "Run quickly", but because of the trembling, he could not speak it out...

But soon, the three scouts stopped running away.

In the distance, Rodie, who was waiting for the orcs to rush towards him, looked forward with a focused expression. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his chest and knees, but he just put his bow on his face, pulled the bow and released it again with a blank expression.

"puff!"

The orc was shot into an arrow from the right collarbone, which made his arm swinging movement instantly stiff and his overall speed slower.

"puff!"

When the second arrow was shot out, the orc had already approached fifteen meters in front of him. The arrow increased greatly due to the speed of the opponent's head-on speed, and shot straight through the opponent's entire thigh.

In the howling pain, the orc's body involuntarily lost balance. He was not so embarrassed, but he fell completely because his arms could not swing at will. After a "bang" hit the ground, he continued to roll towards Roddy because of inertia.

Roddy, who had not moved half a step, did not blink until now, and watched the huge body finally roll one meter in front of him-

Taking a step and raising his foot, Roddy stomped on the orc's neck hard, and the sound of the broken Adam's apple and neck bone was extremely clear.

The other party's head showed a strange twisted angle, and after the whole body twitched, there was no movement.

"call--"

Roddy gave out a breath, cursing her in her heart that her body was so bad that it had declined to such a point. While enduring the severe pain in her chest, she bent down and pulled out an arrow that had not yet broken on the orc, and then walked towards the orcs who were still struggling.

After estimating the effects of those arrows just now, although there were no plug-ins or prompts, the technical Zhara Roddi had roughly understood the relationship between his current attack power and the opponent's health. He held the short bow in his hand tightly and slowly pulled the bowstring...

Not far away, an orc pulled out the long arrow from his leg and stood up with a limp. However, before he could take two steps, he was "splashed" through the skull and his brain suddenly spurted all over the ground.

Roddy had no reason to miss the thirty-meter fixed target.

Two arrows left.

Roddy was silently chanting in his heart, staring at the remaining orcs in the distance. His state was extremely focused. This was the biggest reliance of being a "technical occupant" that surpassed ordinary people. When he entered this state, the only purpose of his entire brain was to complete the set goals he set - such as those unharmed clearance processes that could attract awesomeness on the Internet, such as the horror music games that make people sigh that octopus can play, and...

In the shortest time, kill all enemies with the simple and limited weapons at hand.

This slightly absurd scene was staged in the Naihemian prairie under the blue sky and white clouds - Roddy was walking towards the only three remaining orcs with a slow and difficult pace, which actually brought an unspeakable sense of oppression to the other party.

One of the orcs stood up swayingly, and the next moment, Roddy raised his hand and shot his throat with an arrow. Then he pinched the last arrow and continued to move forward.

From the beginning of the pursuit to the moment when the army was almost wiped out, the two remaining orcs were still confused. They discovered that the "teammate" holding a ox horn bow in the distance had fallen to the ground with an arrow, and all the remaining comrades died...

Everything seemed to be just because of the thin human in front of me who was pale and covered in blood.

"Lodi? Are you still alive?"

The only remaining human soldiers in the distance finally accepted the fact that all the enemies were killed by him alone. For them, this scene was really incredible, because this guy who saved their lives was actually the weakest and most unscrupulous one in the entire scout team on weekdays!

A coward who was so cowardly and incompetent that he could not even hold a sword, actually shot all the orcs with a short bow in his hand?

The surviving scouts were as confused as the orc. They didn't remember that they were actually capable of killing the orc until one of them realized that Roddy had only one arrow left in his hand.

"Why are you still standing there? Go and kill those bastards!"

The deputy captain of the scout team was named Carter, and he woke up at this time. He shouted loudly, not thinking about how he used to exclude Lodi. He stepped forward and rushed towards the orcs in front. At this moment, Rodie also shot the last arrow and killed only one of the two orcs.

"Dong."

The heavy body fell down dejectedly. The last orc left on the battlefield looked at Roddy who had already reached five meters in front of him, and was stunned. Looking at the gradually cold corpse of his companions around him, he roared in grief and anger, dragged a lame leg that could not move, and staggered towards Roddy with a wooden stick.

The deputy captain Carter in the distance was running towards here, but he found that he could no longer catch up with the help of Roddy to kill the last orc. Seeing the giant stick in the orc's hand fall, he cursed in his heart why this bastard was so stupid and actually ran to the other side...

Idiot! That would be killed!

But he didn't know that when the technician Roddy wanted to kill someone, all his actions were based on calm thinking and judgment.

The giant stick fell down, as if it was about to smash him into meat sauce, but in fact, Roddy took a step to the side the moment the other party raised his hand - not a violent rolling and dodging, but a half meter away from his body. The next moment, the big stick almost hit the ground against his body!

There was a dull sound of "bang", but the orc found that he had hit nothing.

This scene almost shocked Vice Captain Carter, who was not far away, to his chin.

"This cannot be—"

Before he could finish his murmuring words, he saw Roddy move strangely, slowly lifting his legs and kicking behind the orc's knees. The time was right, and just as the orc's body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground, he seemed to have raised his hand casually, and put it directly on the thick and thick neck with a short bow string...

The next moment, Roddy's body was like a spring. Standing behind the orc, he suddenly pulled the short bow, and the bowstring strangled his throat, making the orc want to raise his hand to pull it. But Roddy raised his feet and stepped on his back at the next moment, and rushed back with all his strength. When the bowstring formed an acute angle, he twisted the short bow in his hand.

The orc's eyes suddenly widened. He wanted to pull away the bowstring that tightened his neck, but found that no matter how much effort he used, it would be useless...

Roddy dragged back motionlessly and silently, allowing the other party to waving his hands and struggle without any unnecessary expression.

In just one minute, the orc gave up resisting and finally died of suffocation and suffocation.

His eyes were protruding, and the originally green skin on his face turned black and purple, and his death was extremely miserable.

The three scouts who had fled before had arrived behind Roddy at this moment, but they looked at the scene of corpses everywhere in front of them, and were silent for a moment, and no one dared to come forward to say hello to Roddy.

The atmosphere became a little weird for a moment, with a bloody smell all over the surroundings, and there seemed to be only the occasional sound of wind blowing on the quiet grassland.

Because of the battle just now, coupled with the original pain on his body, Roddy was breathing heavily at this time. But he obviously had no interest in paying attention to the "npc teammates" behind him. As a player, Roddy's mind was just "washing the floor" after completing the task, so this guy who always thought he was playing the dungeon stood up in panting, limping to the side, and began to flip over the corpses of those orcs who were tragic in death, pulling out the arrow while humming a song on his own.

"There are a smurfs on the other side of the mountain and the other side of the sea... They are lively and smart... They are naughty and agile..."

Roddy sang songs that these guys didn't understand, but he didn't know that Carter and others stared behind him, and had completely lost their language skills like wood.

There were many corpses on the ground. Roddy took the place and glanced at the entire battlefield. As a ranger, he could infer the cause of the battle based on the traces of the scene: an orc patrol team encountered a human scout squad on the plains. The scouts rode horses, so they were arrogant and thought they could fight these green animals. However, they were caught in the trap of orcs when they approached, and the war horses were almost completely overturned... The war horses with broken legs and the scout corpses with broken necks not far away explain everything.

Obviously, what happened was a one-sided massacre. After the orcs were killed, they began to chase the scouts and ran away until Roddy woke up and broke out. They turned defeat into victory.

"Why is it all garbage?"

Roddy frowned and looked at the "trophy" in her hand. Apart from a few broken copper coins, the only thing these orcs can contribute to is the ox horn bow. The remaining ones are a few wooden sticks, and the group of poor ghosts don't even have a decent iron product. Roddy felt something was wrong. If he had entered a strange copy, it would be impossible to reward himself with such a little bit of rags. And until now, he had not seen any prompts for completing the task...

Looking up at the remaining scouts, he didn't see the expected prompt symbol on the npc's head.

Moreover, was the blood they sprayed out during the battle a little too realistic? It was different from usual games.

The chest injury hurts very much, but it seems that due to adrenaline, it is not so exaggerated at this time. Roddy instinctively turned it over for a long time, but couldn't find anything like a blood bottle. Instead, she flipped through her pocket and found a roll of linen bandage.

“It’s better than nothing…”

He murmured, pulled off the strip of cloth that had just been strapped, gritted his teeth and trapped the linen bandages in his chest, and still ignored the scouts who were stunned.

It was not until three minutes later that Roddy breathed a sigh of relief after bandaging the wound. When he turned his head, he realized that the three people in front of him were looking at him like a monster.
Chapter completed!