"Hehe, dig your own grave!"

A cold smile appeared on Marin's slightly pale face, and his eyes were taken away from the crystal ball in his hand.

In the pale blue crystal ball, a terrifying scene suddenly appeared.

- It was a hill next to the river, covered with sharp stakes, and mangled orc corpses hung from it. Beneath the pointed stakes, more orc corpses were piled up, blood staining the ground, covering the entire hill with blood. Countless crows and vultures hovered there, sharing and pecking at the blood-stained corpses, like a feast of death, and the sight looked eerie.

Marin's gaze swept over his companions, and finally landed on a slender young man, and he slowly asked, "Shadow, is there a gain?"

The shadow nodded slightly, rubbing a mountain and sea coat of arms on his wrist, glanced at the crystal ball in Marin's hand, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I didn't get much information!"

"Tell me about it!"

Marin frowned and asked dissatisfied.

Shadow replied, "There are many rumors about him in the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas, but no one can tell where he came from or who he is. For the time being, those people called him the butcher of the steppe. This mysterious steppe butcher seems to have appeared suddenly, and then in just a few days, he has completely provoked the orc race! On the side of the Mountain and Sea Kingdom, there has never been such an arrogant hunter. The true strength of the steppe butcher, no one can say for sure, can kill the barbarians, most of them are a beast master. I just don't know if it's some old monster pretending to be mysterious. ”

"Prairie butcher?"

Marin sneered, raised his palm, grabbed it at the sky, and a stream of shadows fell from above in his palm, and the scene disappeared in the crystal ball in his other hand.

After carefully putting away this set of mysterious reconnaissance eyes, Ma Lin turned to face the three black-robed strange beings around him and said, "The Mountain and Sea Alliance seems to want to create heroes? The Butcher of the Prairie must die! I don't want to lose this game until the army arrives. ”

It turned out that Marin and his party were actually animal trainers from the Roaring Kingdom. Among them, some even blended in with the enemy, such as the lean young man named Shadow, who successfully obtained the military merit badge of the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas.

As the saying goes, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, and now, they have been staring at Zhou Ming.

"Send a team of skullcrusher to test the steppe butcher!"

Marlin waved his hand and instructed the three black-robed beast masters.

"Yes!"

A black-robed beast master replied in a low voice, then dodged away from the spot.

Marin smiled evilly, looked at the shadow with interest, and said, "During this time, how many prey have you successfully marked?"

The Shadow flipped his hand and took out a fiery red coat of arms, swept his spirit, and grinned, "Eighty-three in all! ”

"Can the ministry track it down?"

The essence in Marin's eyes loomed, and the murderous intent was already beyond words. More than seventy prey, if it can be tracked, then it is definitely a big harvest.

"Yes!"

The Shadow nodded slightly and replied affirmatively, "Except for some of the remaining units in the stronghold, the rest can be hunted!"

"So what are you waiting for?!"

Marin laughed and immediately ordered the Shadows to act.

......

"Counting the time, you've been here for nine days, right?"

Looking at the sunset in the west, Zhou Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt an indescribable depression. Above the sky, low-hanging clouds were drifting in from the distance, heralding a rainstorm.

Prairie butcher?

Zhou Ming didn't know that he had already killed such a terrible title.

I feel like I've been here long enough, and in the last day or two, the attacking orcs have been very terrifying. Zhou Ming knows that there must be a limit to self-confidence. If it continues, the top existence in the orc army may not be able to sit still.

The horror of the barbarians has already cost him a lot.

If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the full version of the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor, he was afraid that he would have been killed by the barbarian warriors two days ago.

On the most dangerous occasion, a barbarian master swung out a sword light burning with dark green flames, and with just one slash, it tore through a full thirty layers of crystal armor on his body.

If such a barbarian came a few more, he would definitely drag Zhou Ming into a dangerous situation.

After all, the outside world is no better than the realm of the Realm, and the energy of heaven and earth is too thin to condense the crystal armor to the best state, and once it is damaged, the repair is very slow.

The Realm Womb has a huge Eye of the Earth Leylines to provide energy, and the energy of heaven and earth in the internal space has accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years. That concentration is by no means comparable to the outside world.

More importantly, within the realm of the Realm, the Wolf Warrior carries the will of the remnants of the Blood Wolf God, and to a large extent, the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor has the blessing of the gods, and it exerts its strongest power all the time.

In the outside world, Zhou Ming can only rely on himself. The defense of the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor has also been greatly reduced.

According to the Blood Wolf God, the Blood Wolf Horn Divine Armor is the armor of the origin, and the killing armament needs to be forged with killing intent and evolved with bloodline, which is a very mysterious body protection beast technique, and the real name is actually called the Blood Source Horn Divine Armor.

The Blood Wolf God is cultivated with its own bloodline and wildness, so it is called the Blood Wolf Horn God Armor. While others cultivate, there will be different changes.

Like the Wolf Warrior in the Realm Womb, or even the Wolf Warrior Divine Guard, it cannot be regarded as truly cultivating this beast technique, but more like receiving the empowerment of the gods, borrowing the will of the gods, and temporarily using the power of the gods.

It is by no means easy to truly cultivate the Horn God Armor, and it is actually very difficult.

Horn God Armor, as the name suggests, is a supreme weapon that can be used to fight with the beast god, and even the blood wolf god is highly respected, how can it be cultivated casually.

During this time, Zhou Ming carefully comprehended, and he was also painstakingly honing this beast technique.

It's just that so far, Zhou Ming has never smelted his own blood and wildness into the armor.

On the contrary, it was Zhou Ming's own wild breath, which transformed again in the fierce battle, turning from golden color to emerald green.

"There must be a group of barbarians attacking tonight, wait for them to be killed, and return to the stronghold tomorrow to rest!"

Zhou Ming slowly retracted his gaze, and secretly made a decision in his heart. The golden-eyed eagle had been shot four days earlier, and the bloodthirsty hyenas and other orcs in the vicinity were also fleeing from death. At the moment, Zhou Ming could only rely on himself to be vigilant against the enemy.

In the past four days, Zhou Ming has hardly slept endlessly, Rao is strong background, with a mysterious horn by his side, and still feels a little tired.

The blood-red sunset slowly sank below the horizon, and the sky was obscured by dark clouds hanging low. The grassland, which is not illuminated by the stars and the moon, is indescribably dark and weird.

The wind blows, the grass trembles, and enemies can pop up anywhere.

Zhou Ming held the butterfly in his hand, his qi was constricted, and his eyes were silently scanning ahead. The powerful beating of his heart gave him a sense of peace, and time passed slowly in the dark night with his heartbeat.

Suddenly, behind the hills in the distance, black shadows rose from the sky and appeared in his field of vision silently.

"They're coming!"

Zhou Ming's heart tightened, and when he saw the black silhouette standing on the hill outside Lixu, the fire of battle intent that was silent in the depths of his eyes quietly burned.

On the opposite hill, seven orcs with huge blades also set their eyes on Zhou Ming's place.

There were no superfluous actions, no meaningless words, the seven barbarians just slowly untied the battle blades of equal length behind their backs, and with a slight wave, the momentum on their bodies exploded, like seven tornadoes, rushing towards the place where Zhou Ming was.