"snort!"
Heather snorted and transformed into a white light, instantly blocking his path. After Qin Mo revealed her Star Spin and injured Arthas, she kept a close eye on Bruon. Cautious people are afraid of death, and people who are afraid of death like to run away. How could she not take precautions?
"Leave your fangs, and perhaps we'll spare your life."
Qin Mo blocked Bruon's retreat and said lazily, he really couldn't be bothered to move. Just now, he had been bearing the power of heaven and earth controlled by Arthas, and then he took advantage of Arthas's momentary sluggishness to suddenly unleash his own Yuan power and frantically pour it into the battle axe, which was how he managed to succeed in one strike. The series of actions made him feel very tired, and he really wanted to sit down and rest for a while.
"Orcs... would rather die than be humiliated..."
When Bruon saw Saint Heatherne nod at him, he felt extremely humiliated. His eyes turned crazed. He was afraid of death, but being humiliated by having his fangs broken off triggered a deep sense of shame within him.
Bruon began to burn his life force wildly. His already massive body became even stronger, and his twisted face became even more ferocious. He brandished his battle axe and charged towards Qin Mo and Heatherine with a howl.
Qin Mo had once killed the Orc King. Back then, when he and Wang Yushi joined forces to kill Bernoulis, Qin Mo launched a sneak attack first, and Wang Yushi finished him off, so King Bernoulis didn't have a chance to use his life force. But today, Qin Mo finally witnessed what a berserk Orc King was like.
Bruon, who was noticeably thicker, didn't care about his wounds at all. He just used his huge body to squeeze and chase Qin Mo and Heather. Although blood was gushing out like a fountain, he did not stop moving forward. Like a tank that was constantly hit by bullets, he was panting and emitting black smoke as he forged ahead.
The houses in the town were damaged. The three men's constant fighting and entanglement created a strong aftershock. In the darkness, the houses kept collapsing with a rumbling sound, and there were also the townspeople's heartbroken screams.
Qin Mo tried her best to interfere with Bruon's spiritual energy with her own star vortex to prevent too many townspeople from being killed instantly, while the holy light on Heather's body was almost materialized, suppressing Bruon into a brute who could only use his physical strength.
"Aww... Aww..."
Bruon let out a final howl, a long, drawn-out cry, a voice that seemed to tear his throat apart, filled with grief and sorrow...
Qin Mo found a bandage and first tied it tightly around his bleeding thigh. He always prepared this before going into battle, but he basically never used it; he had never been hit so deeply before.
He limped over to Bruon's side. The orc had exhausted his strength and blood, and only one of his thighs was still twitching nervously.
Ignoring Bruon's dead-fish-like gaze, Qin Mo reached out and grabbed his golden fangs, forcefully breaking them off. His lifeless eyes darted around a few times before tears streamed down his face.
“We’ll each take one; I contributed too.” Qin Mo wasn’t embarrassed at all. Just for the fact that she was covered in blood, this fang had to be given to her.
"Both are for you!" The saintess's body was still flawless, but her heavy breathing betrayed her condition; she was Bruon's main target just now.
"One for each of us, as a souvenir..." Qin Mo said after thinking for a moment, but suddenly remembered another set of golden fang souvenirs she had hidden away. (To chat with more like-minded people about "Sailing and Conquest," follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other readers.)
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