Gar suddenly swept short, the tomahawk cut off its long feet, and the Nayou spider suddenly lost its support and pounced forward, but after all, it was the ferocious species of the First Age, and the physical reactivity of these spiders was still quite good, and it had bared its fangs before it hit the ground, and its mouthparts burst with foul-smelling venom.

The Great Chief didn't make a mistake in front of a Nayyou spider, he turned around, and then turned his back to the venom, carrying a battle axe to rotate together, cutting it open and separating the spider from top to bottom while blocking the venom from his armor.

Gar raised his head in the direction of the fortress on the northern edge of Essien in the distance, took a breath, and exclaimed, "Quick! To clear this area, we must quickly join up with the Wyvern Clan to support the battlefield ahead. ”

As the words fell, he helped the warrior next to him cut down a femme fatale.

The forces led by the orc chieftain were flanked by the Blackwing Legion, and they were also attacked by Monet's monsters, who knew so little about these monsters that there was a small panic at first, but under Gal's orders, they quickly stabilized their positions and fought the Ney, the femme fatale, and the vipers in the valley.

Later, with the appearance of Hydra Monet, the Blackwing Wyvern immediately changed the focus of his attack and launched an attack on the Hydra, and the increasing pressure on the frontal battlefield also caused Monet's army to return to reinforcements on a large scale, which made the orcs have to face a lot fewer enemies.

Now, Gal wants to clear the area and move forward as quickly as possible, so that they can quickly support the Wyverns in the main battlefield and cover the advance of the Goblin Armored Legion.

The orc chief swung his two-handed axe and slammed forward again, and the three-headed snake scorpion tried to resist the heavy orcs who had increased their speed to the limit, but the next moment, their heads were already flying diagonally outward, and Gal used the impact to slash the femme fatale with a light face, and the orc's combat skills were the best of the crown of Eladia's humanoids.

"Okay, leave some of the remnants to clean up, and the rest will be ...... with me"

Before Garr could finish speaking, the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the wind sounded in his ears, and he didn't have time to think to dodge to the side, when the axe in the darkness roared towards him, shattering the rock and nailing into the valley road in front of him.

In the underground cavern created by the Nayphant spider across from him, a pair of red eyes loomed.

"Green-skinned orcs, you are hybrids mixed with goblin blood?" A thick and powerful voice sounded, and Gal looked up to find the dark orcs on the upper body walking out of the cave and walking towards them step by step.

"Is something that has been enslaved by decay also qualified to call someone a mongrel?"

Gal said faintly that since learning that Monet had created the dark orcs from the ancient orcs as a template container, his feelings had been complicated, in fact, not only the orcs, but even Caesar had deliberately avoided them from meeting the dark orcs.

But what I didn't expect was that the two sides ended up bumping into each other.

"Rotten, enslaved, meaningless clichés, we fought for Monet, you fought for that black dragon, you say we are enslaved, aren't you?"

By this time, the Dark Orcs had approached, and Gal noticed that the leader was identical to the dead Black Orc derivative of the Alliance's intelligence, Carrodan Monet—no doubt that he had been resurrected by Monet.

Kalodan stared into Gard's eyes and continued his last sentence: "We fought desperately for the orcs in our lifetimes, but we didn't expect that after a thousand years, our descendants would be willing to become slaves of others. ”

"Orcs are never slaves." Gal's face stiffened and he slowly spoke. This phrase has been passed down from time immemorial to the present day, even after the fall of the Scaron dynasty.

"We will be kings."

"But you have broken your oath and failed the expectations of your ancestors in the blood of sword and fire. ”

Gal wanted to tell Kalodaan that times had changed, that the orcs were no longer able to regain the glory of the Scaron dynasty of yesteryear, but he opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.

The scene was as silent as death, the sound of heavy breathing came and went, and the next moment when the words could not be continued, the sword was unsheathed, and the orcs all arched their backs.

"Sixteen hundred years, I don't know if future generations still remember the skills of the orcs." Kalodan picked up the Great Blade.

"My patriarch taught me." Gal held the handle of the axe with his hands apart and left and right.

In the next moment, the dark orc Kalodan had jumped high, and his starting hand was a jump slash, this move was of great significance among the many fighting skills of the orcs, and had almost become synonymous with the orc combat skills.

"Bang."

Gal raised his battle axe sideways, blocking the powerful slash of the derivative in front of him, the undetachable force from the weapon made him take two steps back, but he reacted quickly, so the orcs know how to use the jump slash, and of course how to deal with the jump slash.

He leaned forward and squatted slightly, removing the last bit of strength from his weapon, and then exerted force under his feet, kicking up a puff of dust and slashing Kalodan's legs that had just landed.

When it comes to combat, the true master of the glory days is Carlodan, who deftly defuses the orc's slash, and the stormy attack strikes again, and every swing of the giant blade brings chilling power under the dark clouds.

After a continuous sixth slash, Gard's weapon could no longer withstand the blow, and the tomahawk snapped, and seeing that the giant blade was about to slice through the head, he could only roll on the ground on the ground, dodging Kalodan's last blow, and taking the opportunity to catch his breath twice.

"Weak guy." Kalodan spun the giant blade, "I know exactly what you think, I see through your moves, you tell me you know the art of orcs, but you only know rigid dogma, I feel sorry for your teacher, you have disappointed me." ”

Ignoring the warhammer blade in the hands of the orcs on the other side, he moved forward slowly, plunged the giant blade into the dirt, stood in front of Gal with his bare hands, and said, "Waste, I don't have much time, if I surrender, I will save you from death." ”

"I don't remember that word in orc language." Gal got up from the ground and clenched his fists twice: "Since the words came out of your mouth, it is natural for you to fulfill them. ”

Kalodan shook his head, and went up to kick him, and the muffled sound of fists and feet resounded through the valley.

"The Orcs are a race that reveres force and glory, and in our time, Mudala is a sacred tradition of the Orcs, a duel in which the tribal leader challenges the other chiefs, with weapons and fists to the death."

"But I've heard that the orcs now treat it as a ridiculous celebration of merriment—a bonfire full of women and meat," said Kalodan. Do you remember the millions of orcs slaughtered by humans? It's no wonder that the orcs of this era have become synonymous with slavery, and you shameless and unso-called miscellaneous people should be taught a good lesson. ”

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