Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

His blood-red eyes burned with hatred, and his huge long-handled axe slashed a cold light in the air. This shout seemed to ignite the anger in the hearts of all the orcs. They roared like wild beasts and gripped their weapons tightly.

"Tsk, I expected you guys to be like this!" Zhang Luan raised his eyebrows contemptuously and took out a few round metal balls from his arms.

"Tap! Tat! Tat!" After the metal ball landed on the smooth ground, it bounced and made a crisp sound.

They seemed to have life, slowly rolling towards the group of orc soldiers that surrounded them.

"Huh?" The orc soldier stared at the metal ball rolling at his feet in confusion.

The smooth surface of the sphere reflected the light of the torches and looked inconspicuous.

Driven by curiosity, a burly orc bent down and carefully picked up the grenade with his rough fingers.

Other orcs also gathered around, and the collision of armor made a slight metallic sound.

They stared with bloodshot eyes, looking at the metal ball in their hands as if they had discovered some new toy.

"Hiss...I'm afraid this will be a bit painful!" Zhang Luan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and quickly raised the explosion-proof shield to protect himself.

Seeing this scene, the cat-ear guards immediately hid in the surrounding stone pillars and corners.

"Boom! Boom!" The deafening explosion echoed in the empty hall.

The blinding flames spread in all directions along with the shock wave, creating a heat wave.

Flesh, blood, and armor fragments splattered everywhere like rain, leaving mottled bloodstains on the ground.

Screams were heard one after another in the thick smoke.

The ground was littered with mutilated corpses, and some seriously injured orcs were still twisting in pain and howling miserably.

Even those orcs who escaped fatal injuries were frightened out of their wits by this sudden and terrifying attack.

"Dark magic, black magic appears!"

"This is the power of Cachubis. We are no match for him!"

"Run!"

The surviving orcs suddenly fell into chaos.

Some were dragging the wounded, while others were busy fleeing towards the entrance of the hall. The sound of armor and weapons clashing mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

At this moment, dozens of cat-eared guards dressed in black rushed in from the entrance. They moved swiftly, looked alert, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly.

The offensive and defensive momentum suddenly reversed. The remaining orcs were not only at a disadvantage in numbers, but more importantly, their fighting spirit had completely collapsed, while the black-clad guards were in high spirits.

"Go to hell!" A roar suddenly came from the smoke and dust.

The black-skinned orc in dark red armor rushed out like an angry beast.

He was covered in blood and his armor was full of cracks, but his blood-red eyes burned with a crazy fire of revenge.

The huge axe in his hand shone coldly in the firelight, and it came down towards Zhang Luan's head with a whistling sound.

"Oh no! It's too late to save him!" Xilin shouted anxiously.

Although he discovered the danger immediately, he was at least ten meters away from Zhang Luan at that time, and even if he used all his strength, he could not arrive in time.

Edwige's petite body has also begun to move, but the puppet's body is just that of an ordinary person, and it is completely unable to match Edwige's strength.

An anxious look appeared on her delicate face, but the speed of her slender legs was far less than the anxiety in her heart.

"Swoosh!" The axe blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

As everyone watched with bated breath, the sure-hit attack strangely missed.

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　The axe blade hit the ground heavily, sparking a string of sparks. The sharp edge was only a few centimeters away from the toe of Zhang Luan's boot.

"That was close!" Edwige finally arrived. She suddenly opened her fair little hands, and a ball of energy as black as ink condensed in her palms.

This energy exudes an ominous aura, as if it can devour all light.

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"Bang!" She hit the energy ball on the orc's armor without hesitation.

The black flames immediately spread over the orc, burning not only his flesh and blood, but also the evil in his heart.

There seemed to be faint screams coming from the flames, which were the wails of burning evil thoughts.

The black-skinned orc stumbled back, his dark red armor twisted and deformed in the black flames.

As Edwige's energy had not yet fully recovered, this blow made her breathless, and her proud breasts heaved violently, obviously consuming a lot of energy.

Everyone thought that Zhang Luan was lucky and saved his life.

But only Zhang Luan knew the truth.

At that critical moment, time seemed to be stretched by some mysterious force, and everything around became slow.

The orcs' movements seemed to be slowed down several times in his eyes, and even the trajectory of the axe blade was clearly visible.

So he dodged the attack easily.

This wonderful feeling made Zhang Luan stand there in a daze.

He could clearly feel every movement, every breath, and even hear his own heartbeat.

This unprecedented experience made him both excited and confused.

Zhang Luan suddenly remembered that the elf magician Alia had once told him that his talent was that the more monsters he destroyed, the stronger they became, and the more improvements he would get.

Therefore, he not only absorbed the power of Cachubis's ice magic, but also gained strength by destroying it!

I am one of the rare people who can improve both magic and physical skills at the same time, so my physical fitness has also improved a lot.

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Luan muttered to himself thoughtfully, with a glimmer of enlightenment in his eyes.

Edwige's voice rang out in his mind, tinged with worry: "Master, although my current strength is insufficient, with Xilin and so many cat-eared guards here, you will definitely be safe!"

"I think... I don't need protection!" Zhang Luan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and walked towards the black-skinned orc with a calm pace.

Each of his steps was steady and powerful, and his eyes revealed unprecedented confidence.

"You're looking for death, prepare to die!" the black-skinned orc roared, his voice filled with violent murderous intent.

Black flames were still burning on his burly body, but the intense pain instead stimulated the berserker blood in his body.

The long-handled battle axe slashed through the air, faster and more powerful than before. The axe blade shredded the air with a sharp whistling sound, and everyone could feel the terrifying power contained in this blow.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound, the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the scene in disbelief: Zhang Luan held the axe handle with one hand, as if holding a light branch, with a calm expression as if he was appreciating a work of art.

The dark-skinned orc's muscular arms were bulging with muscles and bulging veins, and it was obvious that he was exerting force.

But the battle axe that could easily split a huge rock was easily controlled by Zhang Luan and did not move at all.

"This...how is it possible? Aren't you a magician? The weakness of a magician is his weak physique. How...how can you have such great strength?!" The voice of the black-skinned orc was full of shock and confusion, and there was even a hint of fear in his blood-red eyes.

"Who told you that magicians must be fragile? I am a tank mage!" Zhang Luan had a playful smile on his face.

He gripped the dark-skinned orc's thick neck with his right hand like an iron clamp, and with his arm muscles slightly bulging, he lifted up the burly man who was over two meters tall.

The black-skinned orc was about two meters tall, and Zhang Luan was over one meter eighty tall.

He stretched his arms upward, just enough to lift the toes of the black-skinned orc off the ground.

The black-skinned orc's feet were struggling in the air, and his armor made a harsh friction sound.

But in front of Zhang Luan, this once invincible orc warrior was now like a helpless child, at the mercy of others.

"Tan...tank shield mage? How...have I never heard of it?" Zhang Luan pinched the thick neck of the black-skinned orc, and he spoke incoherently, his blood-red eyes filled with fear.

There was an expression of disbelief on his face, and he obviously completely believed this improvised job title.

"Now you know!" Zhang Luan said coldly.

Then he twisted his wrist suddenly, and a crisp "click" sound echoed in the hall.

The dark-skinned orc's eyes changed from fear to astonishment, and finally froze in dead silence.

For the first time, Zhang Luan felt the passing of life at such a close distance. The shock from the broken bones spread through his palms and spread throughout his body, causing his heart to tremble.

The feeling of ending a life with one's own hands is completely different from the previous experience of killing with a gun from a distance.

Zhang Luan casually threw the corpse away and put his slightly trembling hands behind his back.

Although he appears calm on the surface, there are still some waves in his heart.

"Mr. Zhang, you're truly formidable," Xilin said with admiration. "It seems my worries were completely unnecessary. I never expected you to possess such high attainments in physical skills! Speaking of which, I'm grateful you showed me mercy when I barged into your village earlier!"

"You're welcome, we're all friends!" Zhang Luan laughed dryly, not wanting to reveal the truth about his sudden strength.

At this moment, a graceful figure landed silently in front of Zhang Luan and knelt on one knee.

She was wearing close-fitting black light armor lined with soft leather, which outlined her perfect figure.

The slender legs were wrapped in black leather boots up to the thighs, and the boots were inlaid with silver magic patterns.

A silver chain-buckled leather belt was tied around her slender waist, highlighting her slender waist and curvy figure.

She wore a thin black leather armor on her upper body, and a black cloak with silver edges on the outside, which fluttered gently in the wind.

She raised her head, revealing a delicate face, and a pair of furry cat ears trembled slightly.

Loyalty gleamed in the cat's amber eyes. "Master, what should we do with the remaining orcs?"

Her voice was soft and pleasant, yet it carried a heroic spirit that could not be ignored.

"Hmm?" Zhang Luan was slightly startled and frowned slightly.

Although he had just displayed amazing strength, he still couldn't detect the whereabouts of this cat-eared girl.

Her movements were as light as a feather and her breath was as invisible as air. This level of stealth skills was intimidating.

Seeing this, Xilin hurriedly introduced, "This is the Guardian's instructor. All the black-clad guards were trained by her. I was trained by her mother herself. She is the most talented Guardian among the Cat-Eared Tribe's nearly ten generations of trainers! Shadow Walker Mira!"

"Shadow Walker?" Zhang Luan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mila.

This title is very appropriate. He is indeed a terrifying assassin who can appear in front of him silently.

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"Sorry, master, something happened outside the ruins and delayed me. That's why I'm late and scared you!" Mira lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice respectful and gentle.

"It's okay. The problem here has been solved." Zhang Luan looked at the orc soldiers around him who were kneeling and begging for mercy. "As for how to deal with these orc soldiers, what are your thoughts?"

Mira raised her head, her amber cat eyes flashing with shrewdness: "These orcs should be

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"Rum's private soldiers aren't town guards. So, logically, after Grum's death, whoever inherits his slaves should also inherit his private soldiers and wealth. My advice is to keep them." She paused, then added, "Of course, if the master wants to eliminate them, I have no objection!"

Zhang Luan looked around and saw the surviving orc soldiers kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

There was only fear in their eyes as they looked at him, and their former arrogance and ferocity had long since disappeared. Some orcs even buried their heads deep in the ground, fearing to attract attention.

"Then let's do as you say and recruit them all!" Zhang Luan made the decision.

These orc soldiers who lost their masters have been completely frightened and are unlikely to cause any trouble.

"Yes, Master!" Mila stood up gracefully, her black cat tail proudly raised and waving gently. She stood half a step behind Zhang Luan, maintaining a vigilant yet respectful posture.

"Alright, alright, I've had enough of these polite words over the past decade!" Xilin covered his ears like a petulant child, an impatient expression on his face. He pulled out a bunch of quaint keys from his pocket, handed them to Zhang Luan, and said impatiently, "Now I'm going to enjoy my life! See you later, Mr. Zhang!"

Before he finished speaking, Xilin's figure rushed out like a gust of wind, tumbled several times in the air, and disappeared into the darkness deep in the ruins in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Zhang Luan's slightly confused expression, Mira hurriedly explained: "Here are the keys to the treasure house, armory, supply warehouse and guardian's hall on this side of the ruins!" Her voice was soft and considerate.

Zhang Luan looked around at the dark and damp environment and frowned. "Well, it's too cold here. Bring all the cat-eared people and the supplies with me back to my fiefdom!"

"Yes, Master!" Mira nodded respectfully in response.

"Also," Zhang Luan turned his gaze towards Aisilia and the other female soldiers lying on the ground, "take all these slaves with you!"

"Yes, master!" Mira bowed slightly and then winked at the other guards.

The agile cat-eared guards immediately took action, carefully carrying the paralyzed Aisilia and others on their shoulders, and moved towards the exit of the ruins with gentle but efficient movements.