On a hot July day, the heat covered the land, and the sentinels of the town were grunting and rolling in their throats, and sweat gradually broke out on their foreheads, and no matter how much they wiped it, they couldn't wipe it off.

"Is the Heavy here?"

"It's coming! Support is coming! ”

Underneath there were orcs running in a wagon, not a covered carriage, but two horses dragging a large trailer.

There were five orcs with prominent muscles on the trailer, showing their arms, four holding heavy machine guns in their hands, one holding a sniper bolt sniper rifle with an extra-long barrel, and at their feet there were two large wooden boxes, on which were marked with the words "Strategic materials, idlers do not move".

The sentinels breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two boxes of wooden boxes on the trailer rack.

The contents of the wooden box are all metal bullets, large-caliber bullets, which are very effective against wild beasts.

After the first carriage appeared, the carriages behind followed closely to the watchtower, each heading to the twenty round-headed eagle forts.

The Fort is a single layer and can accommodate four heavy machine guns.

These carved forts were built just last month, simple defensive military structures made of mud and concrete, and twenty carved forts formed a semi-circular large rift surrounding the 100,000 mountains.

By the time all the Heavy were in position, the first wave of beasts had rushed to two hundred meters in front of the carved castle.

Needless to say, the orcs plugged in the chain, pressed the trigger, and the barrel swirled, the firing pin fired a primer, and the bullet flew out of the barrel.

With the help of the retraction mechanism, the cartridge case quickly exited the bullet nest, the six barrels rotated wildly, and the empty cartridge case fell to the ground with a loud metallic sound.

Da Da -

The continuous sound of gunfire was deafening, and the ears of the orcs were already stuffed with earplugs, and all that was left in their eyes was the fire of machine guns and the shaking hands.

The machine gun was like a roaring beast, furious more than any beast ever known, and every second the bullets poured out as if they were not for money, ramming the tide of beasts in their tracks.

The bodies of the beasts were not steel and iron after all, and the bullets pierced their skin, pierced the flesh, shattered the bones, and were wounded in cavities where they were hit.

There was a pop and the beasts shook and fell to the ground weakly.

The beast tide behind rushed forward one after another, thinking that they could dodge the bullets, but there were too many bullets, and they were densely packed in a large area, and they were shot indiscriminately, and the beast tide was quickly swept to death by five thousand.

The beast king in the back saw that the beast of his own clan died so miserably, and he didn't even have a chance to get close to the round-headed eagle castle, and his irritable mind was like being poured a plate of cold water, and he immediately calmed down.

"Back off, back off!" A certain beastmaster yelled in the language of the beast.

The Beastmaster's ability to rule was deeply embedded in the brains of their own people, and when they heard the signal to retreat, they turned and fled, using their four legs as if they were desperate.

After the tide of the beasts receded, the firepower of the twenty carved castles gradually decreased until no more guns were held.

The Beastmaster turned his head and shivered with a frightened and angry gaze at the sea of blood that had piled up from the corpses of his companions.

He threw his head back and let out a long cry in his throat, "Whew-"

However, the Beastmaster did not expect that his actions would allow the sniper to find his target.

A bullet slammed into his chest, and the Beastmaster was stunned for a moment, not understanding how his body was badly damaged, obviously the distance between the two was more than a thousand meters.

……

"Wow, hit!"

"The bolt sniper is awesome, much more powerful than the front-loading rifled gun I used before." The orc looked at the Beastmaster in the optical sight and saw tiny blood flowers rushing out.

Because the distance was too far, he wasn't quite sure if his sniper rifle could hit people, so after he aimed with an optical scope, the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, but he didn't expect the bullet to really hit the other party.

"I'll see...... Wow, that beastmaster is no good, walking and trembling. ”

"After all, it's a large-caliber 14.5mm bullet, and it's hard to survive after a shot."

The companion took a look at the binoculars and marveled.

However, after looking at it for more than ten seconds, the orc found that the beastmaster who looked like a wolf was still alive, and it did not fall to the ground.

"Hey, why aren't you dead yet?" Some orcs realize that something is wrong, and the other party can still walk.

It stands to reason that if a normal orc is shot by this shot, all the organs in the area where the bullet is shot will be scrapped, and the body will definitely wear a big hole.

And the Beastmaster is still alive, even if he can't run, it's a miracle to be alive.

"Anyway, didn't His Majesty Allen get back the genetic medicine recently, doesn't the genetic medicine need animal testing, how about you catch a beastmaster as an experiment?" Someone spoke.

The Heavy looked at his companion and looked up and down with strange eyes, as if he had met his companion for the first time: "What a good idea! ”

"What are you waiting for, let's go, the Beast King will return to the city." The orcs walked out of the carved castle and rode in a carriage to pursue the wounded beastmaster.

The other orcs saw the carriage going out, and they didn't know what their teammates were trying to do, so they watched with binoculars.

Ten minutes later, the Beastmaster of the Blood Wolf Clan was tied back to the border town.

The Beastmaster's body was more powerful than the orcs thought, and the bullet had actually entered the middle of his body, and the organs where the bullet was located had been pierced and a large cavity had been created inside.

But the miraculous thing is that the blood stops, and the beastmaster only spills blood when he runs, and if he lies still, his powerful body will form a membrane to stop bleeding, temporarily sealing the spilled blood.

This is the physical talent of the primitive beast beast king, born with a strong hand-to-hand combat ability, as long as it is not a heart scrap, aorta rupture, brain death and other injuries, the beastmaster can use a strong physical talent to continue a life.

After renewing their lives, they can enter the 100,000 mountains, find the corresponding herbs, and treat the wounds, similar to the rabbit people using herbs to develop a magical potion to restore flesh and blood, but the effect is not as powerful as the rabbit-eared people's medicine.

After the orcs used special medicine to help the beastmaster recover from his flesh wounds, they blocked his limbs and neck with steel cuffs, tied him back and forth several times with iron chains, tied him to an iron post, and threw him into an iron cage to hold him.

In this way, the beastmaster was escorted on the road, and the beasts in the 100,000 mountains were very distressed by the insects, and the beasts that ran outward gathered more and more.

Eventually, the orcs began an impromptu discussion in the Great Rift Valley, and the beasts participating in the discussion were all primordial orcs, i.e., intelligent beastmasters.

The beast kings gathered together, and each communicated in the beast language of their own tribe with a lot of differences, and the communication efficiency was very slow, and many of the beast kings could not communicate normally.

Even though the beast king of the blood wolf clan was screaming at the meeting, not many beast kings knew what it was called, and they only felt that the blood wolf clan expressed too much fear, which was an emotion that the primitive beast clan did not allow.

Orcs are their eternal enemies, that is the hatred that has been passed down from generation to generation, in short, the beast king must not be afraid of orcs, orcs can only be their food.

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