Circles of light fell straight down from mid-air, and the priest didn't seem to see the spears and bows and arrows coming towards him, and still sang praises in a peculiar rhythm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Divine Praise - the horn of the warriors, makes the soldiers lighter and more concentrated.

Divine Praise - Guardian of Solid Armor, which adds a layer of Earth-based defense to the caster.

Two large salutes were released at once, and even the priest who was on the top of the rank black robe was a little pale, and he closed his eyes slightly. In front of him, the spears and bows and arrows were all blocked by the two knights standing beside him, and only the sound of weapons clashing was heard, but none of the weapons could get close to within two meters of the sacrificial body.

This has always been almost all the knight team of the sword master, even in the black robe, it is also an elite team!

Comparatively speaking, only a few of the tigers were able to withstand the attacks of the knights, but under the overwhelming gap in weapons and armor, the tigers were still forced to fall into a situation of being slaughtered!

The spear flicked, bringing out a human head. The tigers did not blink to death, and at the moment of death, what was imprinted in their eyes was the trampled and destroyed villages.

The settlement they had just built was crackling and falling into pieces under the impact of the black-robed knights several times.

The tigers are heartbroken, desperate, and full of resentment.

Ask the gods of heaven, what mistake did they orcs make to punish them like this?

They live with care, and they have never provoked humans, so why do those humans hate them like this?

The tiger people didn't understand, they were unwilling, the tiger's eyes were congested, and in an instant, several tiger people went crazy.

"Huh? Berserker? ”

Meng Xian was slightly surprised, and then after a few glances, he continued to close his eyes and recuperate. A true berserker will stay awake in battle. But those crazy Tiger Clan warriors just blindly moved forward and slashed indiscriminately.

When the last scream died away, a group of prime-aged tigers left behind by the Tiger Clan were all slaughtered... Edward commanded his men to dig through the pile of corpses with his spear and fill the hearts of each tiger. Under the siege of the knights, only six tigermen managed to blow themselves up, but in the end, they only seriously injured two knights, and they were seen as more than a dozen pieces.

The knights under the armor all had no expressions on their faces. Turning over the carcasses of tigers is like turning meat on a cutting board. They have become accustomed to this kind of slaughter, like breaking a small flower on the side of the road, and they do not care about the lives of these tiger people at all.

Edward's spear climbed over the broken wall. He opened the two corpses of a man and a woman, and sure enough, a trembling tiger boy was found under the corpse.

The young man's wide-open golden pupils were filled with dangling tears, but he bit his lower lip to prevent them from falling. He hugged his legs and curled up in the corners of the wall. In that moment of chaos. It was his parents who pushed him under the wall and covered him with their bodies.

It's a pity that the sound of his breathing betrays him.

The spear pierced the boy's chest mercilessly, piercing his heart, and the tiger boy was deprived of his life before he could let out a scream.

A bloodthirsty smile curled into Edward's mouth. With a flick of the spear, the boy's body fell from mid-air like a rag doll. The tears in his eyes finally fell, accompanied by blood. Like a little starlight, scattered on the earth.

When they were sure that there were no survivors, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and the knights gathered their ranks and hurried north.

Two detachments, one on the left and one on the right, left earlier. It is to take the form of encirclement, like herding sheep. Gather the escaped tigers. And their task is to cut off the back of the tigers.

The knights were gone, and soon disappeared to the edge of the gathering place.

The fighting and wailing faded away, and as the sun set in the west, the once lively and noisy scene of the agglomeration was completely replaced by a scene of severed limbs, broken and bloody.

In the silence, there were some voices that were all heard.

It's a wasteland beard that is attracted by the smell of blood!

The bearded hyena is a magical beast that looks like a hyena and a fox. It is small, but its teeth are as sharp and sharp as those of a great white shark. They have very sensitive noses, can often smell fresh blood from several kilometers away, and have a hobby of eating fresh corpses.

At the same time, bald spotted birds also flew in from afar, hovering over the desert.

This bald spotted bird is the old partner of the bearded hyenas. They have no teeth and rely on the constant movement of their three stomachs to break down their food. The favorite is the soft corpse of the internal organs and cerebral marrow. It is often after the bearded hyenas have eaten their way that they flock to it.

After being on the alert for a while, and making sure that there was no smell of dangerous creatures around, the bearded people paced into the place where the dead bodies were concentrated.

There were enough corpses to feed this small group of bearded manes and drag a lot back as rations. It doesn't matter if it is left for too long to rot, anyway, on a barren land like a barren land, even rotten meat can be eaten with relish.

One by one, the bearded hyenas began to bite and eat, and the chests of the tiger people were cut open and torn, and the internal organs and large intestines were dragged all over the ground. An even stronger smell of blood pierced through, gradually seeping into the desert not far from the wasteland as the blood stains continued to spread outward.

Swarms of sandworms poke their heads out from beneath the sand, triangular barbed teeth slowly sticking out of their mouthparts, dripping drops of highly corrosive saliva.

Sensing the scent of the sandworms, the bearded ones immediately cooperated and dragged a few corpses to the corner to show their submission and leave most of the corpses to the sandworms.

These sandworms on the edge of the desert are not very big, but their fat is very thick and their defense is strong, and for the bearded people, it is not worth fighting each other in the current situation where food is abundant.

One of the largest sandworms, surrounded by a few slightly thinner sandworms, slowly crawled out of the desert with a wriggling body. One by one, the sandworms crawled into the wasteland, their mouthparts like an octopus sucking their mouths, opening and closing one by one, and stuffing all the obstacles in front of them into their mouths along the way. Whether it's stone, wood, or metal, all of them are melted by their strong gastric juices, which become nutrients for their bodies.

The sandworms were pleased with the Huguans' concessions, as for the bald spotted birds overhead. They also don't mind leaving a little stuff between their teeth after they've eaten them all.

After all, there are so many meaty feasts, and the sandworms haven't tasted it for a long time.

However, when the largest sandworm was about to bend down to swallow it, a black light flashed, and silently, the sandworm's head fell off!

It was a cross-sectional section as clear as a mirror, and it wasn't until the sandworm's body collapsed to the ground with a loud bang that purple blood burst out!

"Whew-"

The sandworms screamed in fright. The sound waves scattered in all directions, and a dozen bald spotted birds were shaken to the ground, and the bearded ones also clamped their tails.

"-Die-!"

A quiet female voice. It was the prelude to the death of the sandworms.

Black light flashed in mid-air out of thin air, and the screams of the sandworms stopped dumbly, as if the mountain peaks had collapsed, and their heads fell down one by one after touching the black light.

Countless purple splatters out. Like dozens of fountains, it will corrode a small piece of land!

So when did humans come?

The bearded maneas with keen senses did not notice the approach of the human woman in the slightest, and the tip of their noses did not smell the scent of a human being, but they knew how to judge the situation, or rather the demeanor of the wallgrass, and felt that the idea was tricky. He immediately turned and fled, throwing down the rations in his mouth.

However, the white bones that stretched out from under the ground grabbed their fleeing legs, and a black light struck them.

This. The bearded manes could see clearly, it was a dark element that condensed into a metal band, and while strangling their necks, it penetrated inward for a moment, as if a belt was knotted into a circle. In the middle of the circle, a seamless blade is formed, and the whole head is cut off!

Dark Magic - Elemental Cutting!

The bald spotted birds were startled. Flying back into the sky, but hovering and unwilling to leave, but heard a long wolf howl, and the cyan whirlwind formed a net of heaven and earth, enveloping all the spotted birds in the sky, scraping off their feathers in an instant, and smashing them into meat pies!

"Who the hell did this?"

Sigma's wings flapped at an extremely fast frequency, allowing him to travel almost at a speed that was constantly teleporting over the entire gathering place. His pupils flickered rapidly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see a living soul.

The little devil clenched his fists, and his eyes turned bright red.

A fire burned in his chest, and his blood boiled all over his body.

"Who the hell did this!"

Ash stood under a collapsed rattan hut, his gaze fixed on the little tiger man who had been stabbed in two.

His fur had lost its temperature, and his golden pupils were now completely devoid of their lustre, except that the two eyelids were open, like dehydrated frogs, and one eyeball had been squeezed out of its socket, drooping and drooping.

Ash's lips moved a few times, then closed tightly.

"Ash!"

"Master!"

Far away, the crowd rushed up.

He had already smelled a fierce smell of blood through the wind elemental, but when he actually saw all this, his pupils kept constricting.

The next step of his feet was full of bloody footprints, and he almost thought he was having a terrible nightmare.

It's human... The smell hasn't gone away yet, it's human!

Why... Why would they do it?

Sticking to Ash's body, after trembling for a long time, a mournful howl came out of his throat, and tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

The mastiffs howled as they cried, but while grieving, there was uncontrollable anger in their hearts. They want revenge! They need a battle to kill all the humans who kill their orc companions!

The bones felt it more deeply than they did, they were undead creatures, and they felt the violent soul thoughts of the people around them because they didn't want to die.

Grief, resentment, fear, and a powerful undead intent that persisted throughout the gathering place.

(Sorry, this chapter is too stuck...) ）