Tang Yin's hand holding the saber at his waist tightened, but he didn't draw the knife after all.

The current situation is tense, but he doesn't want his sword to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Losing a horse is not necessarily a bad thing for you.

The bloody bite caused by the red horse galloping into the trees in the distance obviously confused the orcs on all sides, and a few restless heads poked out from the orc team that had perfectly hidden their tracks.

Although it was only a short glimpse, it was enough for Tang Yinhong, who had experienced a hundred battles, to quickly estimate the situation he was facing at the beginning.

There were about twenty orcs on the opposite side, scattered and lurking hundreds of steps away from themselves and Ah Zi, forming a fan-shaped formation, pressing step by step, although they did not show up, they could clearly feel that the other party was rapidly tightening their camp, like a pack of wolves rounding up their prey, gradually approaching the only target.

Tang Yinbrown has been practicing martial arts for ten years, and this is the first time he has faced orcs head-on.

If the secret text of the six doors is recorded correctly, the orcs who cultivate to be extremely ordinary can fight hundreds of infantry at a time, and twenty orcs on the opposite side are equivalent to a team of rangers.

With such a scale, Tang Yinbrown is naturally not a problem.

He watched vigilantly at the movement around him, trying to sniff out something strange from his surroundings.

It is not a problem for a reckless and greedy young man like the one who tore the horses just now against dozens of them, but if there are people in this team who hide the royal lineage of the beast clan, I am afraid that a fierce battle is inevitable.

As he pondered, a dark shadow slowly emerged from the shadows.

Ah Zi, who was hiding in the distance, saw the real beast clan for the first time in his life, and his mouth was half open in shock. It was as if my heart was about to stop at that moment.

The so-called "orcs" and "humans" that appear in front of me are not half similar in appearance.

It was clearly an out-and-out beast, and it should be said that it was more like a combination of a wolf and a lion.

The orc who took the lead lowered his forebody, one front paw rubbed back and forth on the ground, drawing rows of claw marks, the gray-black fur on his body stood up one by one, and a pair of eyes the same color as Ah Brown's pupils stared at each other tightly, the saliva dripping from time to time between the fangs and the deliberately suppressed roar in his throat all hinted at his extreme excitement.

I wasn't sure how much the vanguard of the beast clan team knew about Ah Brown's identity, but Ah Zi could clearly feel that the other party's brown pupils, which were the same as Ah Brown but far less profound than Ah Brown, were full of curiosity.

The other party is also watching.

Maybe this striker saw that Ah Brown was different? Sniffed out the blood of half of his kind that flowed through his body? Or did the other party know Ah Brown's identity from the beginning?

Do you even know about Ah Brown's life experience that even he and Ah Brown don't know?

But the delicate stalemate did not last long.

The only remaining red horse by his side felt the terrible aura of death on the approaching orc, hissed, raised his front hooves high and was about to step down on the head of the striker.

The orc who was originally standing in the open space less than five steps in front of Tang Yinbrown quickly rolled to one side. Easily dodged the trampling of the horse's hooves.

The resettled orcs narrowed their eyes. The eyes that looked at the innocent horse were full of murderous intent.

Tang Yinyan pulled out the saber at his waist, and before the knife was completely out of the sheath, the orc had already jumped towards the jujube red horse.

The fangs pierced into the flesh of the red horse's neck, and blood gushed out.

The frightened horse let out a piercing wail. The hind hooves kicked into the air in a panic.

The orcs bite their prey and do not let go. Let the blood soak into his lips, teeth and tongue. The sweet smell fueled the wildness inside him.

A thump from the back of the head caused a dull pain in the orc's skull, which was immersed in the pleasure of the jungle, and his vision blurred, and then his whole body began to weaken. Finally forced to let go.

The jujube red horse quickly fled at the right time, leaving the dizzy orc to turn his head and look at Tang Yinbrown with a somewhat confused gaze.

Tang Yinhao, who only injured the opponent with the hilt of the knife and did not kill it in the end, put away the unknown saber and looked at the other party in a dark and calm manner.

The beast striker, who had lost the opportunity to fight Tang Yinbrown head-on because of the shouts of the jujube red horse for a while, felt a faint pain in the back of his head at this time, and his chest was even more resentful.

But at the moment when the orcs in front of him rushed towards the jujube red horse, Tang Yinhong had already made a conclusion about this seemingly fierce enemy: the so-called orcs, thinking that most of them are just beasts dominating their thoughts, even if their innate brute strength allows them to defeat a hundred, but the mind is not even half of the ordinary human race, without a strong enough guidance, it is just like a plate of loose sand, and facing any of the pawns alone is no different from laying down a lion and tiger in the mountains and forests.

Thinking of this, Tang Yin's eyes on the opponent in front of him were far less vigilant than before, but a little banter.

He raised his blade and shook it, and the blade shone very faintly in the light of the starlight, but the faint reflection looked so dazzling to the eyes of the orcs on the other side—it was a naked provocation.

The orc forward, who was more than twice the size of Tang Yinbrown, roared and instantly killed in front of Tang Yinbrown's body, opening a bloody mouth large enough to swallow Tang Yinbrown's head at one time, and the fangs stabbed straight into the throbbing veins between Tang Yinbrown's neck like two rows of sharp knives.

In the face of such an offensive, Tang Yinbrown did not make a move, but quickly put the knife into the sheath, squatted down lightly, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and looked like he bowed forward reverently.

The orc who was rushing over at full speed had already jumped into the air, and the sudden disappearance of the prey made him have no time to stop, so he had to draw a perfect arc in the air in his original posture bypassing Tang Yin, who was already curled up at this time, and finally smashed his body heavily on the ground where fine black soil and ore were mixed.

The orc struggled on all fours to roll over and get back into the fight, but his neck was clung to by a cold dagger.

"I don't have your fangs and claws, but I'm far ahead of you barbarians in speed and adaptability."

Regardless of whether the other party could understand his own language or not, Tang Yinbrown still held the back of the opponent's neck with one hand and the dagger in the other hand to control the manic orc, leaning into the other party's ear to tell this fact discovered in this battle of disparity in strength.

These seemingly contemptuous and arrogant words came out of Tang Yin's mouth, but there was no hostility or contempt, but more regret, and even a little resentment.

This was the first time he had encountered the orcs head-on, and no matter what the identities of the orcs in uniform under him were, those who could be sent out to explore the way would definitely not be far behind.

He had half of the blood of this race in his veins, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, this half of the beast's blood had brought him a stronger physique and the decisiveness and fearlessness to move forward bravely - it was precisely because of this that King Xin and his father-in-law were willing to spend so much effort to cultivate a foreign surname like him, who had no background.

He thought that the beast clan was at least more powerful than the vulnerable beast in front of him. (To be continued.) )