Vol 2 Chapter 298: ·Subordinate God Nordk

The giant was instantaneously exploded, and the energy escaping proved how powerful the user of this power was. On a small-scale battlefield, subordinate to God, it can rewrite the important combat power of the entire battle. Even in Sparta, the subordination of subordinate gods is rare, equivalent to precious strategic resources, not such casual soldiers... Sparta’s population is relatively smaller than that of Greece.
The subordinate had pride on his face, but this pride was soon overwhelmed by the Spartan trend again...
As a subordinate god, Nordek experienced many wars. There are small-scale and large-scale ones. Without exception, as a subordinate god, once he appeared, it would be a huge blow to the morale of the enemy, and even said that he would leave him an empty space alone. Killed a giant. In Nordek’s idea, it will definitely cause a huge morale blow to Sparta. He even said that he had already thought that Ruhe should invite the Ares after the battle...but The facts far exceeded his expectations.
"It is a subordinate god!"
"It's gold!"
There was a deep whistle in the Spartan formation, and in that voice, Nordek could hear the gloomy excitement.
But even so, the Spartan soldiers did not swarm. After all, people are selfish, and they all know that fighting with a subordinate will inevitably lead to casualties...
"Three times, the merits are allocated according to the degree of damage, and the killers are five times merit."
A voice was transmitted to their minds through the leader module, and all Spartans were no strangers to the voice, because this was Hydera's voice... And after hearing this voice, it was like encountering Mars Explosives, oil pans filled with water, filled with an unspeakable boiling.
For this boiling, Nordek can easily perceive it.
The Spartan soldiers, who were still hesitant, began to become fearless, and their fierce faces were full of sickness. It seems that the subordinate in front is not a subordinate god, but a huge merit package! It's like an elite treasure chest monster that suddenly refreshed the crowd in mmorpg (a large multiplayer online role-playing game), and it's like a magic cat with a thousand bounty and orders in League of Legends.
Before Nordek responded, he felt a surge of wind behind him. Turning his head, he looked like a soldier who was a few meters away from him. Just when Denok wondered what the previous wave was, dozens of snow-white demon wolves traversing the path of the wind jumped out of the wave that covered the body's breath. The sharp fangs gleamed in the sunlight, and the eyes of the miserable green wolf were full of hunger and thirst. Obviously, he had already had a meal before the war, but this hunger was even more so for the magic wolf, for all the soldiers of Sparta, in all, the lower race.
In a hurry, the counterattack, the subordinate is always the subordinate god, even if it is only the substantive counterattack, it instantly hits several demon wolves. But the demon wolves that escaped the attack approached his body as he prepared to fight back for the second time. Relying on the versatility generated by Mercedes Benz, their teeth landed on his shoulders, his arms, and even his neck.
Jerking and bumping caused Nordek to lean away uncontrollably.
"You wild dogs...I'm--God!!!"
The energy exploded without hesitation, the violent energy surged around. The devil wolves that had been biting Nordek were instantly blown away-his blood was still in his mouth. But as a child of gods, Nordek inherited immortality. Like this loss of flesh and blood, it takes only a few breaths to recover.
It is a pity that Sparta has always pursued weak meat and strong food, not the first friendship of Shrouzi and the second in the game.
Before the second breath, a group of Tauren rushed out of the lineup beside him-spanning more than half of the battlefield, but the difficult thing Kane Bloodhoof did not feel a little tired. You know, even if it is just an assist, you can get three times the merits. And the merits of a subordinate can withstand the merits of two hundred bronze warriors! If you can kill it, you can get five times more!
The scarlet bull-headed man gasped with white gas and gripped the battle axe and mallet in his hand.
The runes are surging. For this war, the Tauren family can be said to smash the pot and sell the iron, in order to be able to kill as many enemies as possible and get some merit!
Axe chopped off, perhaps because he felt the tauren's breath. At the moment before the giant axe reached the head, Nordeck slammed the side aside. But it was always too late, the battle axe fell, although he did not split his head, but with the blood, an arm rose into the sky!
Before Tauren shouted "Ah, my power of king", the Tauren on the side launched another offensive.
The huge iron-wood mallet smashed with the whine wind on the back neck of Nordek's words, and he was injured himself. In addition to the current imbalance of gravity, Nordeck walked forward subconsciously. And in these few steps, the other Spartan soldiers who responded suddenly sent the war spear in their hands. Through his chest, severe pain caused Nordek to respond. Clenching his teeth, he raised his arm and thrust it into his chest, breaking off the spears in his abdominal cavity.
He wants to leave here, he knows that he needs to reply... with an immortal divinity, it only takes a day and night, and it can be restored as before!
But at this moment, the sound of a horseshoe rang by his ears. Looking around, it was a centaur that was already in close proximity, flashing cold light and waving axe!
The waist was broken, and the upper body of the whole person rose into the sky. But Nordeck did not give up, and even increased the spout of his bloodstream, and wanted to take this opportunity to return to the scope of the Greek coalition in one breath... Although it was cut by the waist, it does not matter! As long as you can live! Will suffice!
From the outset, now Nordek has stopped thinking about the slightest achievements. In his position, it is impossible for the gods of Olympus to reshape him a perfect body... but as long as he can survive, it is enough! Even if there is some regression in power, with the power of subordinate God, it is enough for him to enjoy the treatment of the king!
But will the Spartan army really let go of a massive feat five times over?
The answer is impossible.
Suddenly, Nordek felt dark. It was a huge and sturdy oak. The branches above the face were simply built a few times.
"Hahaha! I hit him!!!"
Inlaid into the ground, Nordek heard the giant's rude and excited roar.