Chapter 654 Unable to Beat

"I like this name, Daryl, it reminds me of a lot of things." Zhao Mai pulled out the crossbow arrow from the bricks and put the three in his left hand together, "Here, this is yours arms."

"No, the one on the ground is my weapon." Although Daryl said this, he still took the crossbow arrow. Zhao Mai noticed the way he hid the crossbow bolt in his hand. It seemed that with just a little force on the heel of his palm, he could push the crossbow bolt out from between his fingers. It was like growing claws, which could greatly increase the power of his fist.

"Interesting, it seems that you are always ready to fight. This reminds me of a friend of mine who wanted to beat me all day long when his thinking was a little confused." Zhao Mai leaned down slightly and pointed at his cheek. "Come on, try it and see what happens."

The orc came over with a punch without hesitation, and the crossbow arrow pierced through the fingers, and then hit Zhao Mai hard in the face. After a dull "empty" sound, only one crossbow bolt remained on Zhao Mai's face. The other two were broken on the face that was harder than the city wall, and they were thrust back, leaving the orc's hands covered with blood and injured muscles and nerves. It caused his right hand to tremble. But Daryl said nothing, not caring about the injury on his right hand. He took the last crossbow bolt from his right hand with his left hand and continued to draw towards Zhao Mai's neck.

Zhao Mai didn't care, and reached out to pull out the crossbow arrow that pierced his temple. This was the only weapon that could avoid damage to the bones. He nodded in admiration, and then let his weapon slide over. After a teeth-searing friction sound, Zhao Mai clamped the crossbow arrow with the cut skin and snatched it directly from the orc's grasp.

"What a good fighting spirit." Zhao Mai collected these weapons one by one, and at this time, his injuries healed quickly in the wriggling of his muscles. "You can keep trying. If I die, I lose."

Daryl was stunned for a moment, and then kicked Zhao Mai sharply in the crotch.

"Ah, it still hurts!" Zhao Mai grinned and his teeth kept hitting each other, making a rattling sound. With his physical fitness, even if he is injured, he will recover quickly without any problems, but kicking in the crotch... The reserve food is already rolling on the ground with his belly in his arms, his tongue is swaying around, and he is uttering words in his mouth. "Yo ho ho" laughter. That look of gloating about others' misfortune was the greatest harm to Zhao Mai.

"Stupid dog, if you keep doing this, I will stuff my pain into your head. I will be beaten, and it will hurt you!" After Zhao Mai threatened, he tried his best to get up from the ground, and forcibly restrained himself and sat upright. He just couldn't hold back his laughter and kept spewing black and gray mist from his nostrils "hum hum hum".

The orc hit Zhao Mai continuously again, unable to even pause Zhao Mai's words. He stopped and said only: "It's strange. You can't be invincible. There should always be a weakness. I will find it."

"I like your fighting spirit, but before you found it, you lost to me." Zhao Mai said to the orc: "I just destroyed Steel Fist, and now you have lost to me, you have to listen to me. "

"No, according to the rules, you just win the food below, and this is not an official challenge. You challenge me and you need me to determine the location and format."

"Shut up, it's good to have fighting spirit, but don't waste my time!" Zhao Mai casually picked up a ball of soil from the ground, held it in his hand, and threw it into the distance. They were in a mountain col, and Zhao Mai accurately hit an exposed rock on the opposite hillside. Under the impact, the soil penetrated into the stone, and then split it in the middle. The orc snorted from his nose, pursed his lips, and stopped talking about the formal challenge - he knew that even if he distanced himself, he would not be an opponent no matter how good the terrain was.

"You work for me and obey my orders, do you understand?" Zhao Mai said to the orc: "If you find my weakness one day, feel free to challenge me, but before that, just shut up and be good. obey."

"Okay." The orc said, "But you are only a ten-centurion, and the centurion is still above you."

"That's temporary." Zhao Mai picked up the orc's crossbow from the ground. It was a stacked double crossbow with two crossbow strings controlled by two separate triggers. "You have to use twice as much arm strength to wind it together. Show me."

The Orc took the crossbow, quickly brushed off the dirt with his fingers, then placed the crossbow on his waist. With his right hand, he pulled a curved hook-like object on his belt, hung it on the crossbow, and then used his arms and waist to cooperate. Using his strength, he quickly cocked the bow and at the same time inserted the two crossbow bolts into the slots.

The crossbow was raised and aimed at Zhao Mai's eyes. "Want to try?" Zhao Mai snorted, and then his eyes widened. The orc shook his head and put down the crossbow: "I'm just showing you how to use the crossbow, just like you said."

"Very good, go eat now, remember that the settlement you used to live in is mine now." Zhao Mai pointed to the men with steel fists parked on the hillside and said, "Let them eat together, you can make arrangements. "

"That's no problem, but why don't you go and eat?" The half-orc looked at Zhao Mai and found that he had no intention of going down. "Winner takes all, these are already yours."

"Bring me your hind legs, you don't understand?" Zhao Mai was not hungry at all, but he still had to act in a way that the orcs could understand. "In that broken mountain col, if something happens, you won't know anything. Only a fool like you would arrange it like this!"

"The smoke there is the smallest, and it's most likely to keep them full. If I had more pots, I wouldn't attract you here." The Orc said, "I saw you when you showed up with a stone, but I estimated that you would die on the way forward. But there is no difference. Even if I attack from the beginning, the result will still be the same."

"Wait, you said you want them to be fed? I remember that you were indeed on the mountainside. Are you keeping watch for them? What kind of leader are you?" Zhao Mai sniffed the smell in the air and determined that the orcs were There was nothing to eat, only the cold weapons and the smell of blood from the wounds.

"They fed me when I was weak, so I did the same when they were weak."

A simple sentence, Daryl said it very calmly, but with determination in his tone, it was not simple. Zhao Mai looked at him and saw a stubborn strength in his pure black eyes, just like his fighting spirit.

Zhao Mai looked back at the group of orcs whose faces he slapped. Although they were generally not strong, they were not particularly thin or extremely nutritionally deficient. At least they were all close to Daryl's level. If the orc crossbowman acted on his own, he would definitely be able to eat better with his shooting skills.

The more complex a rule is, with many preconditions, the easier it is to follow; the simpler the rule, the harder it is. Zhao Mai looked at Daryl, smiled and nodded. "Eat enough? No problem, I'll feed you!"