Flutter!

Several frightened or hideous orc heads rose into the sky, scarlet blood spraying like a fountain like a rain of blood.

The face of the initiator of this scene, the black orc lord, was hidden under the horned steel helmet, and he could not see his expression, and could only feel the cold murderous aura from his sharp eyes.

In just ten minutes, a distance of more than a hundred meters, the green skin that died under his knife had already reached three digits, and this was not counting the war motorcycles and Waaagh! The magic was killed, and the calm night sky became a land of flesh and blood.

The continuous swing of the knife made Shi feel a little numb in his left arm, and just as he was about to change hands to continue the battle, he suddenly found that there was no new green figure in front of him.

Relying on the impact of the "Behemoth" of the war motorcycle with both strength and speed and the "divine assistance" of some of the Broken Tooth Orcs, he actually fought his way out of the thousands of green skins, re-encircled, and threw the enemy behind his ass.

Looking back, the stone saw that it was a chaotic scene.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of eyes full of fear, and the greenskins closest to him, especially the goblins, stood a few meters away, cowering and not daring to step forward.

After witnessing the ferocity of the Black Orcs and War Motorcycles up close, their morale was gone, and in the absence of unified command, these bullies and fears of the hard would not take the initiative to come up and send them to their deaths.

The warriors went to the battlefield and were scared, and that was waste.

Stone grinned contemptuously and set his gaze on the entire battlefield.

What was originally full of laughter and laughter turned into ubiquitous bloody fighting, and the ground was littered with the green-skinned corpses and blood of the "Broken Tooth Tribe", and even so, many orcs were still fighting each other, and it was difficult to solve the problem.

Farther away, some drunken and sleeping orcs had just been woken up, and inexplicably they didn't care so much, grabbed their weapons casually, and joined the battle with shaky and frivolous steps.

As for who to fight, some of the fellows were involved in the scuffle in a daze, and some of them, who remained fresh, rushed towards the stone with their fearless companions, ready to find a way to stop the iron lump that seemed to come from the black smoke and flames of the netherworld.

Although it was only a part, there were tens of thousands of these green skins, and they were like a swarm of bees smelling the fragrance of flowers, quickly approaching the black orcs from all directions.

It's a pity that these boys of the Broken Tooth tribe only have two legs, not to mention war motorcycles, even ordinary cavalry are not as good, even if the stone is standing still now, it will take two or three minutes for them to catch up, which is enough time for the black orcs to move their sore shoulders and set off again.

"my brother on top! Chief! What the hell are you, Waaagh! Finish! ”

Taking advantage of the break, the old rotten tooth, who had always been calm, couldn't help it, and loudly praised the iron bump under him.

If he hadn't been out of danger by now, he would have wanted to get out of the car and study this thing carefully, how could he run faster than the goblin marauder's wolf by smoking?

"Hahaha! This new thing is good, isn't it? It's called a war motorcycle, and I made a new thing, and I said it would definitely get you out alive! ”

Breaking through the tens of thousands of green skins was the most difficult part of the entire rescue plan, and it was actually accomplished thanks to the characteristics of war motorcycles and green skins.

Seeing that the hope of escaping was growing greater, and the stone was in a good mood, he simply threw away the steel helmet that was in the way on his head and prepared for the final charge.

After experiencing the speed of the war motorcycle, the passion in the old rotten tooth also returned, and his voice was full of power.

"There's this...... Motorcycles, we might be able to make it! Boss, there's one more level ahead! ”

"I know, hold on!"

The roar of the engine sounds like a beast again, and then you only need to beat the last level to escape.

According to Azag's information, there is a natural mountain pass in front of it, and a stone fortress stands in front of it, which is the last line of defense of the "Broken Tooth Tribe".

Having said that, this is their base camp after all, and there is no enemy who can rush in at all, so this fortress is basically useless, the symbolism is greater than the practical significance, and Ogrot does not pay attention to it, rarely sends people to maintain and repair, and does not have many troops stationed, so the stone is full of confidence in breaking through this line of defense.

Although it was pitch black ahead, there were no obstacles in the way this time, and the mighty "Behemoth" could exert its speed to the limit with impunity, and the short-legged green skins in the back could only eat dirt.

The stone didn't mind making them a little more depressed.

As the war motorcycle rushed out, the Black Orc Chief waved his hand again, throwing down a barrage of magic without looking back.

Although before those few Waaagh! The magic was still cooling, but he still had some ordinary magic in his hand, which was now used to stop the pursuers.

"Curse of the Evil Moon", "Itching Invasion", "Nightfall"!

It's still these few magics, although they are a downgraded version of power, but they are enough to make the guys who rush to the front suffer.

Obviously, none of them expected that the stone could throw magic and hit it again.

In the same place, he fell again and broke his blood.

The Black Orcs could even hear their angry shouts.

Hahahaha! With a string of loud laughter, the war motorcycle once again rushed out like a sharp arrow off the string.

But after running for a few minutes, the stone realized that something was wrong.

Why are the voices of those green skins getting louder and louder?

Although the engine beneath him was constantly making loud noises, he could still hear some familiar noises.

Wrong! These voices are not coming from behind, they are......

"Boss, it's the front!"

The old rotten tooth also found the problem and hurriedly reminded him.

Before the stone could react, the vampire bats that had been pointing the way in the air were the first to move.

Dozens of flying creatures rushed down from mid-air like a black tornado, and in an instant, they turned into clouds of black mist, and finally turned into a girl in red, stepping on a pair of black riding boots, and landed lightly and accurately on the war motorcycle that was speeding at high speed.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the right front of the stone, the darkness that obscured her vision had no effect on her, no different from day.

"Go in that direction, about three hundred meters, and it's the gate that is to be plugged."

After determining the location of the last target, the task she led the way was considered a successful one, and it didn't make sense to continue to turn into a bat hovering in the air, and it was a waste, so she didn't hesitate to change back.

But that wasn't all there was to her disenchantment, and then she brought bad news.

"There are hundreds of orcs standing at the gate, seemingly waiting for us."