"Hah, interesting!" Tonatiu, who was already riding on the Tyrannosaurus, smiled lightly and patted the Tyrannosaurus on the head: "Let's go, let these orcs know how powerful Azeroth is!" ”

"Roar!" With a roar, the Tyrannosaurus quickly grasped what Tonatiu meant.

It rose to its feet with four claws and sprinted swiftly towards its enemies. The Tyrannosaurus's high-pitched roar naturally attracted the attention of those enemies in front of it.

“Okghk！ Qjsbjq！ "A fat, one-headed ogre, shouting in a language that Tonatiu did not understand.

It looked very clumsy, but it wasn't slow at all, and it carried two large wooden sticks, which looked like they should have been folded off the side of the road and used as weapons.

It roared and rushed at it wielding the two thick sticks.

At this time, the Tyrannosaurus had already been killed, and the more than three-meter-long Breaker of the Kingdoms waved it, and the terrifying edge was matched with the great power of Tonatiu's ability to carry the Tyrannosaurus, and the ogre's body was completely torn apart with just one wave.

And the Tyrannosaurus didn't let Tonatiu be preoccupied, it should have been strengthened by some mysterious power, and its eyes were shining.

The Tyrannosaurus was in the midst of the impact, with a wide mouth. Suddenly, a mouthful of sharp teeth that shone like a giant dagger with cold light.

It bit down on the shoulder of a frightened tiger soldier like lightning, its sharp teeth piercing its protective fur in an instant.

With a twist of his head, half of his body was torn off by the tyrannical dragon in the midst of the miserable scream.

The stubble of the disastrous bones and the bright red and snow-white internal organs are exposed, which makes people feel extremely horrible and disgusting just by looking at it.

The Tyrannosaur Dragon's head leaned back, chewing and swallowing half of the tigerman's body into its abdomen, and the blood and flesh did not stop the Tyrannosaurus here, but only stimulated its ferocity even more, roaring angrily, and carrying Tonatiu forward and rushing forward.

"That native, it seems, is their hero." Not far away, among the one-eyed dragon orcs, a tall orc officer's voice was muffled.

"Kill him."

Another one-eyed orc next to him said.

"It's as easy as cutting a grass in the Nagrand steppe!"

The two-headed one-eyed drake orcs left behind their large forces and rushed towards Tonatiu.

One of the one-eyed orcs rushed faster.

The other one-eyed orc lagged behind a little, not because he wasn't fast enough, but because this orc didn't want to bully more and deliberately slowed down.

Orcs are warlike, and they will have a reverence for powerful warriors.

Even the enemy's fighters.

On the other hand, this one-eyed orc thinks that if he is a little behind, he can also suppress the battle for his comrades in front. In case a comrade-in-arms is defeated, he can come to the rescue at any time.

But I didn't want him to do this. killed the lives of his comrades in front.

"Bloodring Orcs?!" With a loud shout that the orcs couldn't understand, the edge of the country breaker in his hand became stronger, and the orc in front of him raised his axe to block it.

But at the moment of the exchange, he felt the battle axe in his hand suddenly lighten, and it was directly shattered, and then the people who broke it were cut down.

The orc was split in half from the shoulder to the crotch, and dark green blood was sprinkled on the ground.

"Grock!"

The orcs in the back roared angrily.

The battle axe in his hand did not hesitate, and against the rain of blood from his comrades, he slashed towards Tonatiu.

"Huh! Another one! With a sneer in his mouth, Tonatiu did not withdraw the Breakers of the Kingdoms, aimed at the axe chopped by the orcs, stretched out his left hand like lightning, held it violently, and then roared: "Get up for me!" ”

Roaring and roaring.

Tonatiu grabbed the back of the orc's axe with one hand, and with such a strong force that he lifted the one-eyed dragon orc from the ground.

In the air, the one-eyed drake orc's face turned red. Gripping the axe with both hands, the steel-forged battle axe was bent into an arc under the struggle between the two.

But even so, the one-eyed dragon orcs were lifted into the air by Tonatyiu!

"Vulnerable green rats!" In the midst of the roar and rage, the right-hand kingdom trampler slashed down, and at the same time, the anger was full, and the power of the great warrior materialized into reality.

With Tonatiu as the center, an invisible wave of qi spread violently, instantly knocking down a group of nearest cannon fodder troops, falling to the ground and wailing, as if seeing something terrifying.

The one who leaned a little farther away was also bleeding from both ears, and he covered his ears with both hands, and it seemed that the injury was not light.

[Courageous Roar: With supreme anger, vent the enemy's fear, making the enemy cower because of fear]

The second orc was also split in half, and the body was thrown to the ground, and the dark green blood flowed to the ground again.

Tonatiu rode on top of the Tyrannosaurus and looked condescendingly at the orc coalition, the most courageous of the dozen or so enemies who had rushed closest to him, escaping fear, and trying to get up from the ground.

However, Tonatiu's [Courageous Roar] is obviously not only a mental attack.

The invisible qi wave that erupted made these orcs and cannon fodder who wanted to get up feel the pain as if the bones in their bodies were broken, and they couldn't get up.

What's more, Tonatiu's invincible domineering spirit made the orcs and cannon fodder present chill!

A time to shine on the face.

The two most powerful centurions in the team, the tallest ogre, had already been hacked to death by the other party like chopping vegetables.

The bloodthirsty orcs of the blood ring were at this moment, as if they were stuck in their necks, and they couldn't make a sound.

Not to mention the cannon fodder troops, who could only look at Tonatiu with terrified eyes.

The small orc alliance froze, but Tonathiu did not froze, and solved a few small obstacles, and once again urged the tyrannosaurus under his crotch to roar towards the center of the enemy.

Killing, non-stop killing, the countries trampled everywhere, only the corpses of the tragic deaths remained, the elite troops of the blood-ring orcs who looked very strong and strong, none of the orcs could be a blow to Tonatiu.

It turns out that even orcs who drank blood. In the face of an unstoppable enemy, there will still be fear, and there will still be the desire to run away.

Only ten minutes passed.

Tonatiu and the Tyrannosaurus sat down were already covered in blood, the ground littered with the corpses of their enemies, dark green and bright red blood spilling all over the ground.

This orc coalition of about seven or eight hundred people, when half of it was left in the end, began to cry and retreat desperately like a father and a mother.

The so-called ferocious orcs, knowing that they are invincible, run as fast as those ogres, tigers, and crows.

Tonatiu didn't want to let them go.

The Troll King has risen to the top, and the bloodthirsty and murderous side of the troll in his body has been stimulated.

The trolls were able to use their flesh and blood to dare to shake the faceless generals, not because they were brainless. It's because once the fight starts, after having a reason to sacrifice life and forget death, it is more ferocious and daring to fight than any race.

In the past, the earth soul of Tornatyu has always suppressed this ferocity. In addition, on the battlefield, the enemies he encountered before the orcs were either trolls of the same race or xenomorph monsters that were vulnerable.

Neither of these two can inspire this ferocity at all.

Today, I killed crazy by chance, and there is a feeling in my soul that I am playing a game of unequaled lawn mowing on the earth, and the super large harvesting trumpet is cool.

Triggered by this pleasure, the murderous side of the trolls in the bloodline finally let go after being suppressed for so many years.

Riding a tyrannical dragon also covered in the blood of his enemies, Tornathius wields the Nation Trampler and chases down the fleeing orcs.