Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　What is the glory of the orcs?

　　 This question has plagued anthropologists for a long time. They have studied a large number of examples, but it is still difficult to figure out what the glory of the orcs is always saying.

　　 is victory?

　　 is power?

　　 is courage?

　　 is not all.

　　 The orcs seem to be very subjective in their judgment of glory, but they can form a relatively unified concept, which has surprised countless scholars.

　　 For Agna, the glory is that he can be recognized by all the orcs, so that he can prove that female orcs are equally powerful!

　　 Now, there is such an opportunity in front of me.

　　 Facing the clefthoof cow rushing towards her, Agna did not escape this time, she didn't even take any means of rest, just met the clefthoof cow straight.

　　 Of course, Agona was not unprepared.

　　 With the help of the power of the earth, Agna's brown skin has turned dark gray, and the surface seems to be attached to a layer of rock. The hammer on her right hand has no electricity, and turned dark gray.

　　 The sharp-eyed Lao Chen also discovered that the ground under Agona seemed to rise slightly, forming a small mound.

　　 The two ghost wolves disappeared, and the two clefthoof cows that had been entangled by the ghost wolves also rolled and finally stood up.

　　 But none of this has anything to do with Agna. He now only has this adult male clefthoof that is rushing towards him!

　　 Agna raised the warhammer in her right hand and squinted her eyes slightly.

　　 At this moment, Agna's heartbeat is almost exactly the same as the vibration of the earth, and every step of the Clefthoof seems to be stepping on her heart-even so, she is not afraid.

　　 Clefthoof is here.

It's now!

　　 Agna almost felt the heat from the clefthoof cow's nostrils.

"She can't stop that big guy..." Lao Chen said in a sad voice after a silent estimation, "Your orcs' trials are so terrible, and there are no protective measures? Damn! "

　　While speaking, Old Chen had already rushed out, trying to stop the running clefthoof.

　　 The Saurfang brothers disagree with Old Chen's words.

　　 "Anyone must bear the price for their choice. I believe that little girl is not unprepared." Varok shook her head slightly, "Even if she is reckless, it is her own choice."

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　　 Old Chen failed to stop the Clefthoof Bull before it hit Agna.

　　 And Agna is indeed prepared.

When the clefthoof cow hit the ox, Agna exhausted her best strength and swiped the warhammer in her right hand from right to left, and slammed it on the clefthoof cow's head. Specifically, It hit the Clefthoof Cow's side face.

　　 Clefthoof cow was smashed so that his head was slightly tilted, and the horns failed to hit Agna.

　　 Of course, Agna was not well, he was not hit by the cow's head, but he was pushed against the chest by the shoulder of the Clefthoof.

　　 The next moment, Agona was thrown away directly, and she was cast off without stopping. After several rounds, she finally stopped.

　　 "Cough, cough, cough..." Agna coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, then touched her upper abdomen, "I have broken a few ribs, I guess the internal organs are also injured..."

　　 "But it doesn't matter anymore-that big guy is probably more uncomfortable than me."

Agna’s guess was correct. The majestic clefthoof cow was not far from death. After being hit by Agna’s full force, its cervical spine had been broken, and after flying on top of Agna, it was even more serious. He stuck his head on the ground, seeing that he was not angry.

　　 After the death of this male adult clefthoof cow, the remaining ones were obviously frightened. They whispered and looked at Agona lying on the ground, but did not dare to move forward.

　　 Old Chen finally came to Agona at this time. He tried to support Agona but was refused.

　　 "Thank you, kind stranger, but this is my trial. The trial is not over yet."

　　 Lao Chen was also a little helpless about Agona's refusal. He could only step aside in embarrassment, and then watched Agona get up with difficulty, waving his warhammer towards the clefthoof still around.

　　 The fear of the clefthoof cow finally defeated the wild. The cow protecting the calf left first, and then the two young clefthoof cows crowed twice unwillingly and left dingy.

　　 When Agna saw them disappear, she finally had the opportunity to come to the clefthoof she killed and drew the dagger from her waist.

　　 The sharp dagger pierced the clefthoof's throat, and the red blood flowed down. Agona dropped the dagger, dipped in blood, and drew two long marks on her cheek.

　　 After all this was over, Agona finally took a breath. She looked at Lao Chen and showed a weak smile with difficulty.

　　 "Stranger, my trial is over, now, please help me..."

　　 Before finishing speaking, Agona fainted directly.

　　 Just when Old Chen was rushing to pour Agna, who had passed out, the other three people finally arrived late.

　　 "How about, Chen—isn’t it extremely beautiful?" Varok showed a wei suo smile, "Seriously, I haven’t seen such a beautiful one in a long time!"

"This girl played pretty beautifully." Old Chen shrugged disapprovingly, "but the tactics are too fatal~www.wuxiaspot.com~No, no, I'm not talking about this battle, but this woman. Varok grinned, saying that Old Chen had caught the wrong point, "If I was thirty years younger, I would definitely chase her!"

　　 "That's right." Brocks also nodded his head with convincing expression, "If there was such a woman in my Omrigg, I would marry her even if I tried my best."

　　 Lao Chen said that he couldn't understand the evaluation of these two people.

　　 "I don't understand you orcs anymore. Without the cute black and white colors and the little fluffy tail, how could she look good?"

　　 "Look at her face, this is the blood of a clefthoof!" Varok raised his tone, "Is there anything more wild and charming than this?"

　　 Hearing what Varok said, Zul'jin, who had been silent for a long time next to him, approached him and began to examine the blood on Agna’s face.

　　 "How is it, is it charming?"

　　 "I smell..." Zulkin sniffed, "There is no bad breath, no charm at all!"

　　 "……"

　　 "……"

　　 Well, it seems that the aesthetics of different races cannot be reconciled...

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　　 Plus, I failed even more, and I was not in good spirits. I was sleepy after twelve hours of sleep. What the hell...