If the orc guards were running rhinos just now, then the chief's assault at this moment would be like a heavy tank speeding at high speed.

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

The big chieftain's black hand, who is nearly three and a half meters tall, is an absolute giant among humans and orcs.

Some people may think that a giant as tall as the Black Hand will definitely be slow to move. In fact, enemies or challengers with this idea will all be crushed by the Black Hand.

High power means slow speed, fast speed means low power. This formula does not apply to black hands.

The black hand is not only fast and has high power, but also has an advantage that no one does not have. His weapon is his hands.

People often say that someone uses a sword to extend his arms, which is a very high level. But no matter how flexible a weapon is, it is basically impossible to be more flexible than his own hands.

The black hand is very advantageous.

When he helped Orgrim take out the [Hammer of Destruction] from the lava, he almost lost his pair of arms. The blazing high temperature that extraordinary people can withstand, coupled with the amazing gathering of fire elements, if it were an ordinary person's arms, they would have been completely coking into black charcoal and broken into the lava.

But the black hand, who is born with great resistance to flames, has withstood the test of the flame hell of the crater. A large number of fire elements attached to his arms and palms, not only destroyed the hand nerves of more than half of the black hand, but also completely lithified all the surface skin and part of his muscles below his arms.

The heavy and shiny giant hands had a strange luster between stone and metal. Although every joint below the arm could rotate flexibly, it was obviously already out of the realm of living things.

If anyone foolishly wants to cut off Black Hand’s arm, then the last one that falls off must be his head.

Of course, Lossa would not be hit. Duke repeatedly reminded in advance that if Lossa was hit, then he would not be Lossa, but Luo Sha.

Losa also took a small step to hedge against the black hand.

The next second, a strong wind swelled up on the flat ground.

Before the black hand took action, no one would have thought that the tribal chief's casual snatch of his left arm would have such a terrifying power with such a simple sweep.

That was the overwhelming feeling that should have appeared when the whole house collapsed. The strong wind alone was enough to press every inch of the muscles on the face against the teeth and other bones. The eyes could not be opened, let alone see clearly in front of them.

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

Too scary.

That is not the power and speed that human poor imagination can understand.

It felt like the other person picked up the door panel of the church door, made a horizontal stroke and patted you into meat sauce. The last sentence left in his mind was "Impossible"!

Fortunately, Duke's reason dispelled his illusion. If he had really taken action just now and disturbed this duel that was extremely sacred in the eyes of the orcs, that would be the real big thing.

Losa avoided it, and a vicious tiger pounced on the ground, then rolled forward to the right front extremely continuously to avoid the chief's fierce left hand swept. Not only that, during the rolling, Losa also used the sword edge of the King's Sword to pull on the thigh of the black hand as thick as a cow's legs.

Blood light flew up.

A long blood mark appeared on the chief's left thigh.

Black Hand's leg armor did not play any role at all, as if the precious leather armor was just a piece of thin paper that could be torn and shredded.

But this was not over. Black Hand actually swung his right hand and turned around like a whirlwind. The huge fist suddenly blew down from the upper right to the lower left.

The dark sky actually made a loud sound that was almost a sonic boom.

The fist that was knocked down did not look like a stone giant, but like a hot lava ball.

Is it equivalent to a fire element that is thrown out like a mage smashing a fireball?

How is this possible!?

Obviously, within a certain range, the Black Hand has the power to manipulate flame elements, and its dominance level is quite high, even above Duke, who is a Sky Mage.

Duke's heart was frozen in an instant! If it weren't for Kilrog's death-fucking eyes, Orgrim and Samuro, but the black hand... If he was stinged by him, he might have really run away from the body.

Super high temperature comparable to lava.

The supreme power that dies with one touch.

No matter which of these two points is affected, one will die.

Every human warrior forgot his breath and stared at the extremely small figure of Lothar in front of the black hand.

However, Losa still avoided it, which was a strange action that looked like a spring rebound. The left hand holding the shield suddenly slapped the shield at the ground, and then used the reaction force of the arm to pop the ground. Losa actually flew into the air and barely avoided along the edge of his fist like a juggling.

With a "hiss", the armor under Losa's left rib was rubbed, and the iron armor, which was at least five millimeters thick, was torn off in the whole piece, which was simpler than tearing bread with his hands.

A large fire pit one meter square suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Hiss" Ryan was so scared that he suddenly stood up. Every human warrior was sweating for Losa.

Only Losa stood up and Feng Qingyun curled his lips lightly, as if the guy who almost died just now was not him.

"Haha! I like your head more and more! Anduin!" The black hand laughed wildly, and did not care about the wound on his thighs, and launched a storm-like attack on Losa.

Duke Translation.

"So too." Losa dodged a little embarrassedly. Although he was obviously a warrior, he seemed to have used the thief's special stunt [Doom], with a 100% dodging rate!

Duke translated again.

"Let's fight each other!" The black hand's rock-like giant hand suddenly increased significantly again.

It was almost like a sword saint's sword blade storm.

The black hand is still not able to cause effective damage.

Losa could not dodge every attack, but while taking quick and accurate T-share steps, he danced the epic shield on his left arm tightly. With his dexterous steps, clever angle deflection, precise unloading power, and the perfect use of various warrior profession skills, Losa played an equally match with the black hand.

No, not right!

Because the Black Hand's attack became even more wide, the ghostly attack of Losa left dozens of scars of varying depths on the Black Hand. With the fierce movement of the Black Hand, each wound was bleeding.

Yes! This is bloodletting!

For a moment, the black hand could hold on with the strength of his body, but over time, the balance of victory would definitely fall to Lothar. The premise was that Lothar was not hit hard.

This is the difference in size.

A black hand with stronger vitality can have many chances of making mistakes, and once Losa fails, he will be instantly killed. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!