"A bunch of thunder elephant dung! Bringing the enemy so close! The orcs in front of you are all ooze monsters?! Suddenly, the left eye socket has been hot, and Kilrog, who had been in good time, began to curse angrily.

Kilrog Dead-Eyed was itchy for a while, and he had not been prophesied to die in this war, so he decided to go to the front line to taste the blood and fear of the enemy.

But even so, the orc warriors around him will definitely not be weak, and the number will not be small.

It can be said that the direction he is in is the depths of the pocket array of the troll coalition army surrounded by the orc Eastern Route Army this time.

For the enemy to break through and kill here, the enemy must at least pass through dozens of waves of blood cave clans and orc elite warriors.

It's almost impossible.

Even Kilrog himself, he felt it would take a lot of effort.

But now, this guy who is clearly an enemy has come in.

The left eye socket is still so hot.

The situation is clearly not right.

The enemy rushed closer, and the Dead Eye could see what the dim but dazzling red light was.

It was a strange dinosaur, an incomparably majestic monster dragon covered with dark red scales, a monster dragon that was constantly dripping dark green blood.

On top of the dinosaur sat a troll in leather armor and armed with a huge weapon as large as a monster dragon.

The eerie and terrifying image does not give chills to Kilrog, and most of his fear comes from the feverish left eye socket.

Like the orcs in a daze, Hisari and Astarya froze.

Astarya trembled even more, and her beautiful eyes like the morning star lost focus.

Hisali, however, felt that this knight who looked even more terrifying than a demon was familiar.

The knight came to her, and Astarya had already hid her head in Hisari's arms.

Looking at Hisali, the bloodied knight's face, which was covered in blood, suddenly bloomed white.

He's smiling at me.

"Good day, may God Tona protect you. Two beautiful Miss Cadore. ”

It's him!

Ecstasy swept through Hisali's heart, and for a moment she cried with joy, her state of mind that had always remained strong was broken, and her voice, which had always been calm, trembled for the first time:

"Tonatiu?! Thanks Elune, you're still here!! ”

"Ha~"

Covered in the blood of the orcs and their motley army, as if fished out of the flesh, Tonatiu wanted to laugh.

The orc blood on his face flowed into his mouth when he laughed, bitter and astringent.

He quickly shut his mouth firmly.

There were so many enemies dead at his hands and under the minions of the Tyrannosaurus that he and it were bloody—blood from the enemy!

Tonatiu swore that the ants he had trampled on in his previous life were not as many as the enemies he had killed today.

Two thousand? Three thousand? Four thousand?

I don't know.

He only knew that the blood of the green-skinned orcs was bitter and astringent, the blood of the fallen crows smelled a little rusty, the blood of the normal crows smelled a little chicken, and the blood of the ogres smelled a little cola.

The blizzard was on top, and Tonatiu had almost forgotten what Coke tasted like.

As a result, when killing an ogre, its blood splattered in its mouth. He accidentally tasted it, and found that it was Coke—though it looked like expired Coke.

He couldn't speak now, and as soon as he spoke, blood and small pieces of flesh drilled into his mouth, and his breath was filled with the smell of enemy blood.

When he saw that the little druid recognized him, he turned his attention to the orcs.

The first to bear the brunt of the ball is, of course, the most majestic of the all, Kilrog Deadeye.

To Tonatityu's surprise, Kirrog Deadeye's reaction was very ...... Acuteness!

Stared at by the blood-like Tonatiu and the Tyrannosaurus, Kilrog's left eye exploded with a bang,

He only felt endless cries in his ears, and behind his eyes, there were mountains of corpses and a sea of blood everywhere, as if he was trapped in a blood prison, and countless hideous and terrifying souls screamed miserably and rushed towards him from all directions!

"Ah?!!h Kilrog Death-Eye screamed. He recognized that these souls were enemies who had died at his hands.

Among them are orcs, ogres, and tigermen, but most of them are the souls of the Raven people.

The continuous heat in the socket of his left eye finally turned into a sharp stinging pain, and the chief of the Blood Cave Clan began to howl miserably without warning.

"Go! Get out of here, get out of here! The weak simply do not have the right to live! ”

"Fuck off! I am not afraid of you when you are alive, and you cannot have the slightest influence on me when you die! ”

"Fuck off! You prey! ”

"In my name Kilrog Deadeye, I order you to get out of here!"

"Get out of here!"

“……”

Dead Eyes howled inexplicably, dancing and attacking enemies who were not in the air, and for a while, the tiger was in the wind.

Tonatiu was baffled.

Those elites of the Blood Cave Clan were even more puzzled, not knowing what had happened to the chief.

In the retina, the system presents Kielrog's message to Tonatiu:

[Kilrog Dead Eye: Level 20 Legendary Warrior, Extremely Dangerous, Hate (Interference by the Power of Fate)]

Tonatiu was a little shocked, he didn't expect that a lesser-known Kirrog Deadeye of the Draenor Seven Heroes would actually be a legendary warrior.

This is the type of enemy he least wants to target at this stage.

Due to Kargas's low level strength, he was hacked to death like a vegetable by him, and he thought that Kilrog was probably about the same.

I didn't expect Kilrog to look so strong, so strong that strange wrinkles appeared on the surface of his body, which was a distorted reality - a situation that Tonatiu had never seen before.

An orc warrior who distorts reality, how does a non-spellcaster class distort reality? Is this the power of a warrior of the legendary rank?

He didn't know why Kilrog was like this, Dead Eye looked in bad shape, but the Blood Cave Clan chief looked really strong.

Tonatiu's divine instincts told him that he was no match for a dead-eyed warrior with the strength of a hard-fought warrior alone.

But now it seems that he doesn't have to be his opponent, he is already about to solve himself.

Dead eyes seem to ...... Lose your marbles.

After a terrible howl of gibberish, the chief of the Blood Cave Clan suddenly went crazy, and the terrifying weapon in Deatheye's hand waved, and the power of the legendary warrior distorted reality.

The first to bear the brunt were the orc elites of the Blood Cave Clan who were at a loss for what to do and were closest to Deatheye.

"Huh?! Chief Chief! ”

"Master Kilrog???"

“？？？”

“……”

In the blink of an eye.

One of Kilrog's warlock spellcasters, two elite orc warriors, were all killed by him.