Chapter 2

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There were three arrows left in Roddy's

hand. The only orc who seems to finally understand what happened to him

immediately gave up chasing the three humans in front of him, and instead

rushes straight towards Roddy!

This orc was huge, with an ugly face, and thick muscles

like a beast. Although they were still forty meters away, under strong explosive

power, he could run to Roddy in less than five seconds. The scouts who were

being hunted found this and stared at Roddy with wide eyes as if they had already

seen the scene of him being torn to pieces ...

Nothing else, these scouts' minds could not even give

birth to "Humans defeat the orcs" thoughts. They have been

frightened and completely lost the will to counterattack-one of them opened his

mouth and wanted to shout the word "run", but was unable to speak out

because of trembling ...

But soon, the three scouts stopped running away.

In the distance, Roddy, who was waiting for the orcs to

rush forward, looked forward intently and intently. He seemed to have forgotten

the pain in his chest and knees, but he once again bowed, pulled, and released

without expression.

"Shua!" The arrow hit the Orc’s right

collarbone and made his running arm stiff when he ran, and his overall speed

was 20% slower.

“Shua!"

The orc was approaching fifteen meters before the

second arrow was fired. The arrow's power increased greatly due to the speed of

the opponent's head-on, and it shot straight through the opponent's entire

thigh.

In pain, the orc's body was involuntarily out of

balance and he continued to roll towards Roddy because of inertia.

And standing on the spot without moving half a step, Roddy

did not blink his eyes until this time, watching the huge body finally rolled

to one meter in front of him.

Standing firm in the same place, stretching the string,

Roddy aimed at Orc’s neck. On the neck of the orc, the sound of the bone fracture

was extremely clear.

The opponent's head twisted at a strange angle. After

the whole body twitched for the final time, there was no movement at all.

"Hoo--"

Roddy exhaled while cursing inwardly that his body was

so bad that he had decayed to such an extent while enduring the pain in his

chest, he bent over and pulled out an unbroken arrow on the orc, and then took

a step. Walk towards the few orcs who are still struggling.

After estimating the effects of the arrows just now,

although there are no plug-ins and tips, Roddy had probably understood the

relationship between his current attack power and the opponent's health. He

clenched the short bow in his hand and slowly pulled away from the bowstring...

Not far away, an orc pulled out the long arrow on his

leg, stood up on his leg, but before he could take two steps, he was “stunned”

with an arrow and his brain suddenly sprayed.

Thirty meters fixed target, Roddie has no reason to

miss.

There are two arrows left.

Roddy meditated inwardly, staring closely at the

remaining orcs in the distance. His state was extremely focused. This was

the greatest reliance for a "skilled otaku" to surpass ordinary

people. When he enters this state, the only purpose of the entire brain is to

complete the set goals he has set- Such as those on the Internet that can lead

to a stunning innocuous customs clearance process, such as horror music games

that make people for example.

With the simple and limited weapons at hand in the

shortest time ... Killing all enemies…

The slightly ridiculous scene of the Nashimia Great

prairie under the blue sky and white clouds-Roddy was walking slowly and hard

towards the three remaining orcs, which brought unspeakable words of oppression

to the other party.

One of the orcs stood up, and the next moment, Roddy

raised his hand and pierced his throat with an arrow, then he held the last

arrow and continued to move forward.

From the beginning of the pursuit to the annihilation

of the entire army, the two remaining orcs are still in their brains-they only

found that the "teammate" holding a horn bow in the distance had

fallen into the ground with an arrow, and the rest of his comrades had died ...

Everything seems to be because of the pale looking man

in front of him.

"Roddy? Are you still alive ?!" The only

remaining human soldier in the distance finally accepted the fact that the

the enemy had been killed by him alone. For them, this scene was incredible, because

the guy who saved their lives turned out to be It is the weakest and most

backboneless of the entire scout team on weekdays!

A coward they were in impression of, that he was weak

and incompetent, at this moment shot a mass of orcs with a short bow?

The surviving scout's head was buzzing as they saw orcs

getting killed, and it wasn't until one of them reflected that there was only

one arrow left in Roddy's hands, and they remembered that ... in fact, they had

the ability to chop the orc.

"What are you doing? Kill these hybrids!"

The deputy captain of the scout team, named Carter, was

awake at this time, and he shouted loudly leaving Roddy’s matter alone for

now. The orc rushed forward, and at the moment Roddy shot the last arrow,

killing only one of the two orcs left.

"Thump." The heavy body fell suddenly, and

the last orc in the entire battlefield looked at Roddy, who had walked five

meters in front of him, with his mouth open and stunned-looking at the icy

bodies of his companions around him, He roared angrily, dragged an immovable

lame leg waved a stick and rushed towards Roddy.

The distant deputy captain Carter was rushing towards

this place, but he found that he could not keep up with helping Roddy to kill

the last orc, watching the giant stick in the hands of the orc fall, he scolded

why this bastard turned out to be so stupid ...

Stupid! That would be killed like that!

But he didn't know that when Roddy wanted to kill

people by hand, all his actions were based on calm thinking and judgment.

The giant stick fell, and it seemed that he was going

to be smashed into meat sauce, but in fact, Roddy stepped to the side, not

rolling and dodging violently, but his body moved away by half a meter

distance. The next moment, the stick fell to the ground almost against his

body!

There was a muffled sound, but the orc found that he

had hit nothing.

This scene almost stunned vice-captain Carter not far

away.

"It cannot…”

Before he could finish the words in his mouth, he saw

Roddy's weird figure move, kicking his legs up and kicking behind the orcs'

knees. The timing was just right, and at the moment when the orc body lost

its center of gravity and fell to the ground...

The next moment, Roddy stood up 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. But at the next moment,

Roddy lifted his feet and stepped on his back. He pushed his whole body

backward, and when the bowstrings formed an acute angle, he twisted the short

bow in his hand

Suddenly —the orc's eyes suddenly widened. He

frantically tried to pull away from the bowstring that tightened his neck, but found

that no matter how much effort he exerted, Roddy just dragged backward

silently, leaving the other hand to struggle with his hands waving.

In just one minute, the orc gave up his resistance, and

eventually fell dead.

His eyes were bulging, and the green skin on his face

turned black-purple, looking deadly.

The three scouts who had fled before came to Roddy at

this moment, but they looked at the scene of the dead body before them, and

they were collectively silent for a moment, but none of them dared to greet

him.

The atmosphere became a little weird for a while, the

the bloody smell permeated all around, and there seemed to be only the occasional

wind blowing on the quiet grassland.

Because of the recent battle and the original pain in

his body, Roddy was breathing heavily at this time. But he obviously has

no interest in neglecting these "NPC teammates" behind him. As a

player, Roddy's mind at this time was only thinking of "washing the

ground" after completing the task. Getting up, annoyed and limped to the

side, and began to rummage over the dead orcish corpses, humming the song while

pulling out the arrow-

"On the sea over the mountain, there is a smurf

over there ... they are lively and smart ... they are naughty and sensitive ...

"

Roddy casually sings songs that these guys don't

understand, everyone knows that Carter and others are staring behind him, and

they have completely lost their language ability like wood.

There are a lot of dead bodies on the ground, and Roddy

glanced across the battlefield while pulling things. As a ranger, he can infer

the cause of the battle based on the traces of the scene: an orc patrol team

encountered a human scout team on the plain, scouting they rode horses, so they

were arrogant that they could fight with these green-skinned animals, but

unexpectedly they fell into an ambush in the trap of the orcs after they

approached, and the warhorses were almost turned over ... not far away those

warhorses and scout corpses say it all.

"How is it all rubbish?"

Roddy frowned and looked at the "trophy" in

his hand-except for a few broken copper coins, the only thing these orcs

contributed was probably the horned bow and the rest except a few Wooden sticks,

this group of poor ghosts doesn't even have a decent ironwork. Roddy felt

something wrong-if he had entered a weird copy, it would be impossible to

reward himself with such a shabby weapon, and until now, he has not seen any

hints of task completion in front of him ...

Looking up at the remaining several scouts, he did not

see the hint symbol on the head of the NPC that he expected.

Also, was the blood they spewed out just a little too

real when they just fought? It's not the same in peacetime games.

The chest injury was painful, but it seems that it is

not so exaggerated at this time because of adrenaline. Roddy instinctively

turned for a long time, but couldn't find anything like a blood bottle.

Instead, he turned from his pocket to find a roll of linen bandage.

"Better than nothing ..."

He muttered, tearing off the cloth strips he had just

tied, and biting his teeth to trap the linen bandages on his chest, he still

ignored the scouts who were standing in place.

It wasn't until three minutes later that Roddy finished

bandaging the wound and breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned his head

around, he realized that the three in front of him looked at him like a

monster.

"Roddy ... you, are you okay?"