Chapter 1171

Soon, the 1,000 orcs also formed up and charged head-on at the female soldiers.

2 orcs against 1 female soldier.

How could they possibly lose?

The orcs were very confident.

Their morale was also slowly rising.

Kacha charged bravely at the forefront.

He immediately locked onto Tang Ruan charging straight at him.

"Yo yo yo? This tender? Is that a human girl? Not bad at all. But a woman this tender might die after just one round, right?"

Tang Ruan's pretty face tightened.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm plenty strong. Thrust!"

Tang Ruan's body flashed, and in an instant she rushed up to Kacha.

Before Kacha's smile could even set, he saw Tang Ruan's long leg kicking toward him.

What a fast foot!

I love the feet of you humans and elves the most.

Tender!

And... what a wonderful scent.

Kacha was overjoyed.

But the moment these thoughts formed in his mind, he felt a tremendous force strike from below his crotch.

Like a hammer slamming into his nethers.

Immediately after, he felt himself getting taller?

Huh?

Within half a second, he realized he had been kicked flying.

The next instant, searing pain arrived.

It was like chickens flying and eggs scattering.

Surging pain enveloped his entire lower half.

"Aaaoo—!!!"

Kacha screamed miserably in midair.

He had already dropped his weapon, both hands clutching tightly at the crotch of his leather armor pants.

He couldn't even spare a hand to brace himself when he hit the ground.

His face hit the ground, slamming heavily into the earth.

But he simply couldn't spare a hand to rub his face—both hands could only clutch tightly at his lower half as he howled and rolled around on the ground.

Tang Ruan blinked.

That's... it?

She hadn't even realized how powerful her full-strength kick with 7 points of Strength was.

And it was a kick delivered in iron boots, with the ultra-high bonus of high heels.

Qiyue on the left had the same question.

Her attack speed was extremely fast.

So her kicking speed was also extremely fast.

The two orc heroes, Kuangshi and Hu Hou, were on their knees on the ground, both howling.

Qiyue looked at her own foot.

The boots of this Mysterious Maiden Battle Armor looked like iron high-heeled boots, but in reality they were still heavy iron boots.

Combined with their 100% leg attacks, it was essentially a hammer.

What would it feel like to have a hammer slammed into the crotch?

Although they too would feel a lot of pain if hit in that spot—after all, it was a sensitive area—

They still found it hard to imagine what this meant for a man.

It wasn't merely pain.

One could call it agony.

And the kind of agony that radiated to the internal organs.

The kind of agony that could instantly rob one of the ability to resist.

Even though the orcs were wearing iron armor, this powerful, heavy kick still drove a tremendous impact force through.

Seeing they were completely unable to resist, Qiyue quickly searched for her next target.

Long legs flew wildly, howls rose on all sides.

Zhuang Ya watched Zha Aru with a light smile.

Zha Aru had already switched into fashion mode.

But in fashion mode, he was only wearing an orc loincloth.

Zha Aru stared at himself in astonishment.

He couldn't understand why this woman smelled so wonderful.

Nor could he understand why he wanted this woman to hit him.

It seemed being hit by her was something to be enjoyed?

In any case, he had subconsciously switched into this state.

Why?

Zhuang Ya, seeing him so tactful, didn't have the heart to kick: "Are you surrendering?"

Zha Aru shook his head: "Woman, although I… for you… we are still enemies. I'm going to take your lord…"

Before the sentence was finished, Zhuang Ya's long leg had already swung up.

"Since you're not surrendering, then cut the crap—break!"

Boom!

Zha Aru was like a screaming chicken, all his fur standing on end as he shrieked in midair.

He didn't even have the protection of a leather armor.

Kicked flying directly by Zhuang Ya—at this force…

He was probably really broken.

Even his pubic bone was broken, right?

Gu Za looked at Gu Qing, utterly shocked in his heart.

His weapon had already been thrown away.

His eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

He felt Gu Qing was a celestial maiden descended to earth, even more sacred than the orcish god.

And this fragrance—one whiff and you'd live a year longer.

He greedily sniffed.

"Does it smell good?"

Gu Qing smiled and sprayed out silk threads.

"Smells good, smells good! I won't hit you, I'll go hit someone else."

Gu Za took another deep breath.

But Gu Qing's silk threads had already been sprayed out.

Gu Za froze, immediately struggling.

However, Gu Qing's silk, relying solely on struggling, was very hard to break free from.

Sticky, tough, and full of elasticity.

Soon, he turned into a giant pale-red silkworm chrysalis.

Constantly howling and writhing.

Sun Cheng felt like he was dreaming.

Of the 5 orc heroes, 3 were crippled by those women.

And the other 2 actually threw away their weapons on their own, or switched armor, and were directly taken care of.