Not surprisingly, they were three humanoids with large muscles, shirtless, covered in dark blue manes from their waists up to their backs.

The head is larger than that of the Terrans, with curved wolf ears on the top of the head, prominent jaws, and fangs in the mouth that are similar to those of ordinary wolves.

These menacing orcs are the werewolves who have a large territory in the orc realm!

"Don't be angry, it's not a bad thing. ”

A leading werewolf stared at the two undead bones on the opposite side, especially the young bones, and the eyes that were close to the beast's pupils flashed with greed.

"Think about it, the lion cub is dead, but it has found us two very good training bags. Its death is not worthless. ”

Hearing this, the other two orcs, who were furious at the sight of the tusked lion's corpse, nodded their heads.

For the undead bones, the orcs have a fanaticism far beyond that of other races.

It depends on the power of the orcs, "the power of berserk".

The orcs do not have a fixed power level, compared to the clear strength levels of the first rank, the middle level, and the higher rank, the division of their strength and weakness is a range of levels such as junior high school, high school, and even the middle top.

The power of madness, as the name suggests, is the force of madness that grows braver and braver the more you fight.

The orcs are able to continuously increase their strength ceiling in fierce battles, and achieve the combat advantage of gradually crushing opponents of the same level.

As a simple example, if a beginner-level orc fights a mid-level demon, if the middle-level demon can't kill the orc in the first instant, then as the battle continues, gradually, the demon's power will be surpassed, and then it will be killed by the leapfrog!

The undead bone clan will not die if they can't fight, while the orc clan will kill you if they can't die, and both are very good at fighting protracted battles.

It is precisely because of this that the orcs will capture or acquire a large number of undead bone clans, and use the undead bone clan's undead characteristics to constantly temper their own frenzied combat power.

Among the Orcs, there is a saying, "To own an undead bone is to have a permanent sandbag".

Therefore, the three young orcs who appeared in front of Lin Zhi had a fanatical look in their eyes.

Two bones and three orcs, in this slightly desolate wilderness, formed a confrontation.

"Third brother, I can't feel the slightest mana fluctuation in the body of those two undead bone clans, you are the youngest in the family, go up and test it first, if it is two useless waste undead bone clans, then they will be taken for you to play." One of the werewolves said.

"It's okay, the second brother will also show you from behind, there won't be any ......"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three dull explosions came, and before the poor second werewolf brother could finish speaking, it turned into a red blood mist firework in the air.

As if these three orcs had never appeared, Lin Zhi moved his steps and continued to move forward.

On the opposite side of the wilderness is a mountain basin rich in vegetation.

Dada! Dada!

The little bones stood in place, learning the appearance of a rake, their hollow eyes staring at the corpse of the tusked lion lying on the ground, the long lines of mana in their bodies rolling.

Smack.

Lin Zhi, who was walking in front, felt the fluctuation of mana, and when he looked back, he saw that the golden mane of the tusked lion exploded root by root, and he was whipped a little.

He was silent, not teaching in detail the curse of the bones that made the enemy explode.

He himself is too lazy to study the nature of the curse, but the little bone is different, this little guy has a very high spirit of exploration and learning, and letting it study the curse of "you blew up" on its own will instead gain more useful insights than the curse itself.

Anyway, that was the lowest-level mid-level curse in Lin Zhi's curse reserve.

Even if it is really groped out by the small bones, for it that is about to break through to the middle level, there will not be a serious situation like "soul burial", which instantly loses all life functions.

Little Bone happily followed.

Although it didn't directly blow up the lion into a blood mist like a rake, the little guy was already very satisfied with such an effect.

On the way, Lin Zhi met some creatures living in the wilderness, which were ordinary beasts and poisonous insects.

He very decisively sent out the little bones, and hung the creatures that ran out to find the bones to gnaw on, and he was just short of saying "Go, little bones".

Along the way, Xiao Bones became more and more aware of the middle-level curse "Curse You Explode".

In the end, it was even possible to blow up an adult one-eyed fierce bull into a medium-rare steak piece by piece.

Just one activation consumes nine percent of the mana in the little guy's body.

Lin Zhi didn't immediately replenish the mana power of the little bones, he wanted to cultivate the "crisis awareness" of the little bones, and not squander the mana in his body casually.

With the precedent of the violent death of the one-eyed bull, the beasts that dominated the wilderness did not dare to appear again, and as soon as the little bones came, they all ran away quickly, hiding in the distance and constantly watching.

In this way, the small bones that existed in the eyes of other beasts were like "fierce gods and evil" walked in front to open the way, and Lin Zhi, who was holding a tender steak in his hand and eating it one bite at a time, followed behind, and the not long journey soon came to an end.

Green grass and trees are beginning to replace the yellow wilderness, and the atmosphere of life is permeating.

The faint scent of flowers mixed with the smell of earth came with the wind, and the air suddenly became fresh.

Of course, this floral fragrance could only be smelled by Lin Zhi, and the undead bones like Xiao Bone, whose sense of smell had deteriorated, didn't feel much.

Whoosh!

As soon as Lin Zhi stepped into the green grass, a black shadow came quickly.

The black shadow stopped more than ten meters in front of him.

"Immortal Bone Clan, my three sons' breath suddenly disappeared, is it related to you?!"

The middle-aged werewolf had surging strength in his body, and when he met, he questioned Lin Zhi, an immortal bone clan with blue eyes and blue fire.

His strength was far from being comparable to the three young orcs at the beginning, and it was immediately obvious that Lin Zhi, an adult immortal bone clan, was extraordinary.

The two flames in the hollow eye sockets made even him feel a palpitation.

"Dear Mr. Undead Bone Clan, dare to ask, have you ever met three young-looking werewolves?"

After realizing that the other party was invincible, the middle-aged werewolf's attitude immediately lowered several levels.

After all, he was not as impulsive as a young man, and he didn't dare to provoke this undead bone clan whose strength and origin were unknown until he figured out the real culprit who erased his three sons.

Since the other party was so polite, Lin Zhi did not keep a silent and cold posture, knocked his upper and lower jaws, and said, "I have seen it, I killed it." ”

"You!"

The middle-aged werewolf was furious, the beast blood in his body boiled little by little, and the blue hair on his back stood up.

His strength under normal conditions is a mid-level orc, and if he has enough time to fight, he can be promoted to a high-level peak, which is his upper limit.

After bursting out with all the power that he could mobilize at the moment, the hideous-looking middle-aged werewolf stepped forward, kicked his leg the ground, turned around at a very fast speed, and then ran for his life!