The screams echoed through the valley, unusually harsh.

Everyone at the banquet was stunned, and they couldn't help but look around trying to know what was going on. At this moment, another scream rang out.

"Enemy attack—" Father-in-law shouted, strangely blending with the shouts of the guards in the distance.

The sound of explosions, the sound of sharp blades entering the body, the sound of various skills being released, and the sound of screams were mixed together, and the scalp of those who listened to it was numb.

Saruman was stunned.

Enemy attack?

Someone dares to attack the Sack Valley? Attack the Sark Orcs?

Who is it?

Who dares to do that?

When I, are the Sarks weak and deceitful?

Saruman's anger rose to his feet, and he almost knocked over the barbecue grill in front of him, drawing the energy sword from his waist. With a buzz, the energy blade popped out, and Saruman turned and rushed out.

Most of the Sark orcs in the banquet were the leaders of various families, and they were not flustered, but their faces were full of anger and murderous intent, and they all stood up with a howl, picked up the guys and rushed out with Saruman.

"Kill, kill those invaders!"

The father-in-law shouted, and a strong personal guard behind him immediately handed over two sharp long-handled broadswords, and the father-in-law held the hilt with both hands on both sides, looked at Fiona and Soul Fire and left a sentence before striding away.

"Protect Fiona!"

Soulfire nodded. Of course he will protect Fiona, and not only that, but he will also protect the entire Zak tribe!

"Pig-headed man, go help!" Soul Fire shouted, and a group of restless and excited pig-headed people rushed out with a snort.

Soul Fire hugged Fiona, "Baby, you are weak, stay here, and leave the rest to me!"

Fiona wanted to say something, but looking at the resolute face of the soul fire, all her emotions and words turned into a kiss.

Soul Fire smiled, and in Fiona's puzzled eyes, he quickly took out a bone helmet and put it on his head, and the next moment, eleven skeleton warriors appeared majestically.

Fiona was startled, and the sound of the soul fire came from afar. "This is my summoning to protect you, don't be afraid ......"

Fiona's eyes moistened, and she folded her hands in prayer......

"Fight quickly, and when the Sark orcs react, it will be troublesome!" A guy shrouded in black robes grabbed a Sark orc with one hand, and four tentacles swished out of the wide robe, wrapped around the four arms of the Sark orc, and slammed around it, and then heard the crunching sound, and the Sark orc rolled his eyes in pain and fainted.

The black-robed man was holding a sheepskin scroll with the head of a Sark orc painted on it, who was it if it wasn't Saruman?

"Damn, they all look the same, how can Lao Tzu identify them!" The black-robed man looked at it for three seconds, and suddenly roared angrily, his tentacles violently exerted force, and immediately heard a miserable howl, and the four green arms were thrown away with blood.

Uruk, who was fighting not far away, saw the miserable situation of his clansmen, and the only remaining eye was instantly red, like a drop of blood, and without hesitation, he gave up the enemy who was fighting and rushed straight over.

A sledgehammer slammed into Uruk's back, causing his back to sink and accelerate. Uruk didn't frown as the blood sprayed wildly, his eyes staring at the black-robed man and the end of the tentacles he had just retracted into his robe, and he roared violently, holding his scimitar high and throwing it out.

Seeing that Uruk did not die with a hammer, he actually regarded him as nothing, but was so attached to his companion, he immediately became furious, the muscles in his arm swelled twice, and he picked up the sledgehammer and spun it around a circle and a half, and then the power of the rotation jumped suddenly, and the sledgehammer was raised high, and the air was smashed with the weight of ten thousand pounds, and the sharp current of white air smashed into the back of Uruk's head.

The strong man cracked his mouth and laughed silently, as if he had seen Uruk being hammered by himself.

Die to Lao Tzu, green-skinned trash!

The strong man's eyes were fierce and excited, staring at the hammer head with great concentration, watching it get closer to the round green head, and only felt that the blood in his body was burning, cheering, and jumping.

The next moment, the next moment is the moment when the sky is red and white! In my ears, the sound of shattering and splattering is already ringing.

However, the strong man's eyes suddenly flickered, and he saw that the hammer head was gone, and only a broken stick was left in his hand, and the broken mouth was so neat that it could no longer be neat. What's the situation?

Before he could figure out the situation, he felt a sudden numbness and heat on his body. The strong man opened his mouth wide and his teeth kept chattering, and he kept this position straight and fell to the ground, and in the corner of his eye, a long knife was stuck in the head of his black-robed companion, and a trace of electric light was overflowing and dissipating from it.

Uruk was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw the soul fire coming. Dressed in a sleek outfit, with a bunch of things on his back, and weapons in each hand, he smiled at him.

Uruk swore that he would never forget this powerful figure who turned the tide in his life!

"Orcs will never be slaves!" the soul fire suddenly roared in the sky, and then the tip of the staff spewed out countless energy missiles, shooting at those black-robed guys overwhelmingly, and the other scepter slammed to the ground, and the next moment, four rock bulges surged from the ground, and quickly changed into four strong and tall stone men.

The four stone men beat their chests in unison and rushed over.

Then the soul fire decisively stuck the staff behind his back, and pulled out another staff, and the red dot on the top flashed, getting bigger and bigger, and gradually turned into a burst ball of fire elementals.

The fireball shot out immediately after it, exploding, and the valley suddenly burst into flames, and a large crater was blown out of the stone ground, and several pieces of broken black robes burned and flew down, showing the tragic fate of its owner.

The Orcs were excited, shouting that the Orcs would never be slaves, and fought back frantically against the invading black-robed people.

Saruman also killed, standing beside the soul fire with great excitement, and the energy sword slashed at the guy who was holding a half-stick in his hand on the ground.

Not far away, on a raised rock, a black-robed man crouched there, with a falcon-like creature standing tall on his shoulder. Looking at the appearance of Soul Fire in full equipment, he let out a soft snort. "Is there an outsider interfering? Is that guy also eyeing him?"

The black-robed man shook his hand, and a leather scroll appeared, "Hehe, I found out so coincidentally, it seems that you are destined to be taken captive." ”

The black-robed man smiled, the scroll vanished, and his finger pointed at Saruman. "Go Garuda, get that guy out. ”

The creature on its shoulder suddenly chirped, its wings spread, and it glided down. The body was not large, but it grew when it saw the wind, and almost instantly transformed into a huge strange bird, and black clouds shrouded the valley.

The fighting Sark orcs only felt that the light was dim, and subconsciously raised their heads, and suddenly exclaimed.

What is that?

The bird's head is human, the beak is sharp like metal, the eagle-like eyes are extremely sharp, and a pair of big wings behind the back cover the sky and the sun.

What the hell is this...... What kind of monster is it?