A brown, green-skinned, blood-covered corpse holding a dead tree appeared behind Manolos, and on its chest, a large piercing wound ran straight through its heart.

The Demon Hunter could even see through the massive wound the forest behind Greenskin, the corpses of the hounds that had been killed in place were turning into blood in pools of blood.

On the dead tree on which the green skin depended, slender skinless, bloody human arms continued to grow, trying in vain to grab the green skin, but the strong green skin casually pulled off the trunk, stuffed into his mouth, and chewed heavily.

When the uniquely colored green skin appeared, the scarlet knight who straddled the brass bull let out a faint and undetectable sound, representing surprise.

"Use your blood to pollute this pool of blood, or it will spread until there are no more lives left nearby to supply it with." The brown greenskin gasped and looked at the demon hunter with red eyes, "This is your only chance!" ”

Manolos stared directly at the greenskin with blood-red eyes hidden behind his helmet, and made no further moves, as if listening to something.

Xu Yichen took advantage of the attention of the abusive champion to be attracted away, and took a big breath of the air filled with blood mist, and as the polluted air entered his lungs, he felt the blood boiling all over his body, and an almost irrepressible desire to kill washed back and forth in his brain.

In the next second, the silver flames on the Demon Hunter's body burned even more vigorously as if they had obtained new fuel, and a cool feeling poured out of the Demon Hunter's heart, pulling him out of the abyss.

The metal body of the warrior monk Tang Sanzang was cut by the decapitation sword of the bloodletter demon, and a deep wound was visible.

The Sanzang master, who exchanged his life for his life, took this opportunity to smash the last bloodletter's head to pieces with his iron palm.

Xu Yichen didn't know what happened to this greenskin, but he knew that the monsters that crossed the barrier between the void and this world were all summoned by this greenskin.

Hints from the enemy, is this a trap?

In his contemplation, the demon hunter did not stop killing, and the hounds that pounced out of the pool of blood were cut into pieces one by one, and where they came from and where they returned.

The Sadistic Champion seemed to be waiting for the Demon Hunter to make a decision, like a stone statue, unresponsive, a pair of blood-red eyes glowing behind the helmet.

"Trust me human!" The brown green skin said weakly, the almost fatal wound, making people have no doubt that it might be choking in the next second: "When it is unwilling to protect my people, I will no longer give its loyalty to it!" ”

The Demon Hunter turned his wrist, the sword in his hand shattered the head of a Chaos Demon that looked like a human, and the other hand swung out casually, and a shockwave swept the air, knocking away a Chaos Hound that had been lurking in the trees for half a day.

The blooded sword quickly pulled out of the monster's brain, which had lost its vital signs, and turned around and stabbed into the body of the other monster, sending the ugly thing back into the void.

The apophobic champion samurai looked at the demon hunter in front of him, this mortal's fighting style and will reminded him of some not-so-pleasant memories and enemies he had in subspace.

Manolos's heart was filled with anger and hatred, and in that battle that existed in consciousness, a consciousness of Manolos was disemboweled by the mortal in front of him in the dream of the young witch.

It has become almost one of the funniest jokes in sadistic champion samurai circles in the last fifty years, and even some unscrupulous demons have challenged Manolos for his position because of it.

But the great blood god has other arrangements, the blood god's will is very clear, he wants to have the soul of the mortal in front of him, although he doesn't know what is special about this mortal, but Manolos doesn't want to anger the will of the skull lord because of this little thing.

Just as now, when a foolish traitor appeared, the will of the blood god was transmitted to Manolos' mind through the pool of blood at the feet of the brass bull.

"Waiting for the blood to fall, the soul here is worthless."

Manolos could not understand the deep meaning, so he followed the will of the great Lord of Skulls and waited.

Grom Hell roared as he felt the blood in his body flow like a leaky crockpot running down the wound, but it still looked at Manolos with pleasure.

Faith in sadism is its decision, and when its own race is on the verge of destruction, every strong orc is willing to use his life to test a path that can continue the race.

As an artificially created race, the strong orcs have been a tragedy since the day they were born.

Their creators were not gods, but the witch-kings known as Saruman and other witch-kings who participated in the project, and they were created as tools.

Death is their job, and each orc carries its own number, fighting at the forefront of the Witch King and the Zerg.

However, when it comes to life, there will always be accidents, and even the great Witch King did not expect that this artificial race as cannon fodder had mutated in the tenth year of its birth.

In an abandoned outpost, a team of orcs left behind in the station were lucky enough to escape the Zerg kill and survive.

When the Witch King Saruman made this race, he added a little "human component" to it, so the finished product actually broke through the gender boundary of the green skin as the substrate, and there were a small number of strong orc warriors with obvious female characteristics.

For mages, these cannon fodder don't matter whether they are male or female, as long as they can withstand the Zerg on the front line, they are good soldiers.

And for the team, forgotten in the corner, a miracle happened, and when the mages found them again three months later, a strong orc baby born in a human way shocked all the Witch Kings in the New World.

The Witch Kings used to spy on the power of the gods, but they didn't expect that the day would be so soon, and they really created a new race that could reproduce on its own.

The Witch Kings knew what this meant to the gods, so they chose to hide this great result and moved the research on the Orcs underground.

However, the gods eventually discovered the habitat that the Witch Kings had secretly arranged for the Orcs, and the gods could tolerate the sharing of power among the Witch Kings, who were no longer mortals, but they would not allow these mages to touch the realm of the Creator.

The witch kings eventually began negotiations with the gods, and under great outside pressure and temptation, the witch kings agreed to make concessions and begin to destroy their creations.

Powerful orcs created as biological weapons were endowed by mages with strong bodies, less stupid intelligence, and great obedience.

They are a natural fighting race, with the advantages of both greenskins and humans, they give birth to children like humans, but have the speed of reproduction like greenskins.

Conceived in March, five years later the first Orc children reached maturity and physically possessed the qualities required of a warrior.

But the Witch Kings are powerful mages who have joined forces to block the reproduction ability of the Greenskin race, they can create life, walk with the gods, and naturally destroy their own creations.

A virus targeting the Orcs began to circulate in the Orc Colonies, where the strong warriors slowly became lazy, and the birth rate of newborns continued to decline, and the mortality rate and deformity rates continued to increase.

But the pressure from the gods was too great, and the process was too fast, fast enough for the not-so-intelligent Orc warriors to sense that something bad was happening.

Eventually, a rebel group that had been active in the southern part of the New World planned a raid on a strong-orc colony, and a strong-orc tribe of more than 3,000 people was liberated by the rebels.

Intentionally or unintentionally released by the Witch Kings, the orc tribe eventually escaped from the New World with the help of the rebels and inhabited a small island in the Far South Colonies.

One of them is Grom Hellroar, one of the first orc warriors to be created by the Witch King Saruman.

As a veteran-level orc, Grom Hellroar was created as a commander unlike other orcs, and along with its name, a lot of knowledge was put into his brain by the Witch King Saruman.

So, Grom Hellroar understands that its people may have fled the New World, but the gods of heaven and the evil curse spread among them by the Witch King are still eroding its tribe.

The constant death of newborns stimulates the nerves of other strong orc warriors, their anger has nowhere to vent, their souls have nowhere to sustenance, there is no force in this world to welcome them, and no god is willing to accept their beliefs.

It wasn't until Grom Hellroar, who traveled to the colonies of the Far South, encountered a bunch of sadomasochistic worshippers who were burning the village and slaughtering the villagers, and it was the first time it came into contact with Chaos, the nightmare of all living beings in this world, the eternal enemies of the gods.

Grom knew that what it had been looking for had finally been found, but the cautious Grom Hellroar was unwilling to pin all the hopes of his race in one basket, so it wanted to wait and see.

But as a sign of respect, Grom humbly bowed his head and asked the mad Chaos worshippers to tattoo the emblem of terror on its back with his own blood.

Since that day, Grom Hell's Roar has been filled with mysterious voices every day, bloodthirsty desires filling the curse-corrupted mind.

In the endless slaughter, this strong orc warrior felt that he had once again become the all-powerful warrior who defeated death again and again in the face of the sea of worms.

Grom Hell roared and frantically worshipped the great god of blood, the Lord of Skulls, and his slaughter and slaughter soon made him stand out from the chaos worshippers.

In another ritual, a somewhat insane Grom Hellroar gouged out his heart and dedicated it to the Great Will of Chaos.

In the dark, Grom Hellroar felt that it had been chosen by the great god of blood to carry out an important mission, and it crossed the sea, through the Black Forest, and straight through the white mist that made it feel terrifying and cold.

However, the great blood god protected it, and the things in the white mist did not harm it, but only watched itself from a distance.

Grom Hell roared and touched his empty chest, admonishing himself with the only reason he had: "When this mission is complete, I will pray to the great blood god and ask him to save my people!" ”

However, the Blood God's messenger responded with a series of mocking laughs: "Do you think this is a deal? The great blood god is not interested in your race. ”

Grom Hell's roar, which had always been bewitched by power, was awakened by the cruel fact that he felt the disdain of his god for him.

An enraged orc warrior chops off the head of a bloodletter with his axe, washes off the tattoo on his back with his own blood, and Grom Hellroar transforms back into the warrior who sought a way out for his race.

"Your blood can put an end to this catastrophe!" Summoning the power of Chaos with his own blood, Grom Hellroar knew something about the pool of blood beneath his feet, and he cried out in a half-baked human voice, trying to move the stubborn human.

However, the Demon Hunter turned a deaf ear to Greenskin's words, and he pushed forward step by step, the distance between him and the abusive champion samurai getting shorter and shorter.

Xu Yichen attracted the attention of most of the monsters born from the blood pool on the front, making the teammates behind him who finally solved the bloodletting much less stressed.

Arrows from the Ranger whizzed across the faces of demon hunters with the magical power of fire or frost, knocking hounds leaping from pools of blood to the ground.

Facing the chaotic ranger again, he activated his [Rival] skill, and the power of the arrows mixed with the elements multiplied.

Alex, who has always been good at lurking and using traps to kill enemies, also uses his short bow to harass enemies from other directions with the ranger's attacks.

The female warrior was a little helpless about these little monsters that could be elusive in the blood pool, and finally got rid of the entanglement of several hunting dogs, and the huge flail smashed deep pits on the ground, but under the power of the blood pool, it quickly returned to its original state.

"Damn it!" The female warrior had a hound hanging from her lap, and with one of her irritable hands grabbed the lower half of the hound's body and tugged hard, and under the tremendous force, the monster's body was completely torn apart.

Compared to the body, some huge heads were still firmly on the thighs of the female warriors with their masseter muscles, and Vittoria threw out half of the corpse in her hand and ran straight to Manolos, who had been watching the play: "aaagh! I've had enough! ”