"Kosar's Sand Wind Spell!"

As soon as Karitaman raised his hand, a new Nehekara sacrificial magic came with his mouth open.

Unbeknownst to him, the stone that had already walked around the ghost gate found that there was a sudden strong wind in front of him, but the target was not himself.

The billowing smoke and dust from the flat ground completely enveloped the skeleton mage's figure, and a small tornado storm was formed.

The orc lord was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his twin knives and put them on his chest, allowing the gravel and gravel from the storm to hit his face, still not moving, without blinking his eyes, and waiting for the battle.

But it wasn't what he thought, and in the next second, the storm swept Karitaman out of sight and swept away to another part of the battlefield.

Funk?

Of course not, Stone turned his head to see that the not-so-tall body of the Lich Priest was already standing in the middle of the battle area between the tomb guards and the orc man, like a misguided bystander.

What is he going to do?

At this time, the battle here was nearing the end, and the orc warriors had wiped out the skeletons after continuous bloody battles under the premise of superior numbers, and they themselves had lost nearly a third, and there were less than two hundred people left who could still fight.

A strong sense of uneasiness rose in the heart of the stone, and he ran towards his subordinates with his legs, and at the same time shouted loudly:

"Run!"

But it is clear that such a sentence without a beginning or end will have no practical effect at all.

Regardless of whether the orcs heard it or not, even if they were, with their current reaction and discipline, it was far from the point of being forbidden, let alone that it was impossible for them to withdraw from the fierce fighting.

So only the old rotten tooth closest to the stone turned his head with a question mark on his face, and the others were unaware of it, and continued to fight and kill excitedly.

Of course, if the stone could arrive in time, his men would still listen to him, but the problem was that before he could run a few steps, something happened here.

Although Karitaman was in the distance, his first action was aimed at the stone, and when he pointed from afar, the orc lord felt a tightness under his feet, and he couldn't take the next step.

Looking down, five or six translucent skeletal arms were sticking out from the ground, like scenes from many ghost movies, holding his feet firmly and immobilizing.

The stone was slashed down with a knife as soon as possible, but these gray-white bone claws were all energy bodies formed by the wind of magic, and the physical damage had no effect on them, and the sharp machete pierced directly through them, without any use for eggs.

The obvious effect of this unknown spell was to control his movements.

At the same time, Karitaman's small plan is finally revealed, and he begins to chant a familiar incantation, turning his attention to the green-skinned orcs who are fighting.

The rich wind of magic turned into a murderer for the tiger, and in an instant, a gray light enveloped the audience, and the orcs who were illuminated shouted in unison, and the tragic situation that had happened to the "Fetenburg" cavalry before reappeared.

The sturdy bodies of hundreds of orcs quickly dried up like popped balloons, and the macho man who was alive and well a second ago turned into a squeezed mummy specimen, and his face was full of doubts and pain before he died.

The terrifying "Etherhope's Dry Curse" has reappeared, and this time more powerful than before.

The valley fell silent for an instant, except for the grim green souls who were letting out a wail, and they involuntarily flew towards the Lich Priest, then fluttered around him, making the latter look like a god from the abyss.

The old rotten tooth standing in the back was also stunned by this tragic situation, he originally wanted to quickly solve the skeleton shelf, and then take the rest of the people to support the boss, but after just one spell, the situation on the field was completely reversed, and the dozens of surviving orcs all stood on the spot, speechless.

The deathly silence didn't last long, after all, the most important thing in the green skins was the reckless man, and soon, a loud roar broke the silence.

An orc, who was not particularly tall, stepped out of the crowd, carried the large stone hammer in his hand, and rushed towards the lich priest without hesitation.

The stone recognized this figure at the first time, and just wanted to stop his death, but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a weak mutter.

"I'm sorry for your old ......"

He knew it was too late to say anything, and he couldn't stop anything from happening as he was bound by spells.

Kicking Teeth, whose original name is no longer known, the orcs who had to join the "Broken Claw Tribe" after their tribe was destroyed by the Bretonnian Knights, once threatened to kick the new boss all over the ground to find teeth, only to be given this new name in honor of his bravado and lost teeth.

He clutched the giant hammer that he had been coveting for a long time, and had just been eliminated from the head not long ago, and today he used this big guy to break an unknown number of bones, which was really refreshing, but now he only had one thought in his heart, which was to hammer the skeleton in front of him that killed his brother into powder!

"Kick your teeth! Don't go! ”

On the other side of the battlefield, Smu, who had also escaped, yelled, but he was only a roar in response.

“aaaaagh！”

He didn't kick his teeth back, he quickened his pace, and let out a war cry while running wildly, but in Karitaman's eyes, it was just a small insect that didn't know whether to live or die, and the latter's movements were like pinching a dead insect, and he waved his staff lightly, and the three demon sword spells went straight to the orc.

Three explosions in succession, all three spells hit.

The first hit hit the giant hammer that the kicking teeth used to fend off, and the war hammer, which the orcs regarded as a treasure, shattered on the spot.

The second, right in his empty chest, the orc froze as if struck by lightning, and blood beads splattered from seven holes.

The third way, directly through the chest, exploded a sky full of blood flowers, cut the orc in half, and died so much that he could no longer die.

At the same time, a system chime sounded in Stone's ears, the first time he hated hearing this cold voice so much.

[Follower "Battle Pit Boss" kicks his teeth and dies]

……

It's been so long since he's heard this kind of prompt for the first time, and Kick Tooth is also the first leader of his tribe to die in battle.

Stone thought he would be angry, but on the contrary, after witnessing the tragic death of his men, he calmed down.

For Greenskin, dying in battle is not such a terrible thing, especially for Kicking Teeth, and still charging at a powerful enemy before dying, which is exactly what Greenskin longs for.

But what made him unbearable was that all the souls of the tribal orcs, including the newly dead Kick Tooth, were under the control of the Lich Priest, and they couldn't go to the realm of Second Brother Mao to continue fighting, which was unacceptable no matter what!

Even if you die! Save their souls too!

PS: There is one more chapter at twelve o'clock.