The screeching sound of brakes pierced the night sky, like a steel monster that had been constipated for a long time and collapsed, fully expressing its dissatisfaction at this time.

Three hundred meters was not even an appetizer for it, and in an instant, a steep cliff and a slightly dilapidated fortress emerged from the darkness.

Having received a reminder from An Rita in advance, the stone had already released the accelerator, pinched the brakes, and with the last dashing side move, he steadily parked the war motorcycle thirty or forty meters in front of the fortress door.

He reached out and touched the body, the warm engine still letting out a low roar, like a restless beast, as he shot his eyes forward.

There is no panic and frustration, only determination.

The stone was scrutinizing this final level.

There are a few burning torches on the city wall, which are not brightly lit, but they can also be seen.

It is a pass of a natural course, flanked on either side by rolling mountains, with the only gap in the middle sealed by a small fortress about ten meters high.

Because of the disrepair, the broken stone wall is a little dilapidated, but it is still an obstacle, and the easiest and most direct way to rush through it is of course to break through the five-meter-high metal iron gate in the middle.

But before that, Stone has an even bigger problem to solve, and that is a group of greenskins blocking the doorway.

As Ann Rita said, the fortress that should have been silent was crowded with people at this time, although the number was not large, less than a thousand, but it could be seen that there was a steady stream of orcs arriving from the right rear, and it was obvious that they had come to intercept the stones on purpose.

Under the light of the moon and the light of the fire above the city wall, the stone could clearly see the hundreds of orc macho men standing at the forefront, who were obviously a few sizes larger.

A burly body, strong muscles, a savage machete, and...... Why are you wearing only one pair of shorts?

Are you really driving the ladder tonight?

But the green skin is not good for this bite!

What a spicy eye!

"This is the Blacktooth Guard, the personal guard of the chieftain of the Broken Tooth Tribe! It's all big guys! ”

The old rotten tooth behind him recognized their identities at a glance and interjected.

Their blackened fangs are so striking.

"The Guards? None of them wearing? ”

The old goblin rolled his eyes, what time is this, his own boss still has the heart to joke.

"I think they should have taken off on purpose, it stands to reason that the equipment of the pro-guard team must be the best for the entire tribe, and the only explanation is that in order to block us in advance, they deliberately took off their clothes, so that they could run faster."

"What? Do they think someone like this can stop us? ”

"Boss, don't underestimate them, even if they don't wear clothes, each of them can kill a few orc boys, in terms of combat effectiveness, they will definitely not lose to our Broken Tooth Guards, if they are dragged back, those green skins behind will rush up again, and we will be dumplings! Hurry up! There are more and more of them! ”

The good situation is changing, and there is inevitably some impatience in the tone of the old rotten teeth.

Unlike him, the stone didn't seem to be affected in any way, even if he had used up the few remaining magic just now, he didn't show the slightest remorse, and even took out a rolled cigarette out of nowhere, put it in his mouth, and muttered:

"No firer is trouble, so I have to figure out how to do it myself......"

Just as easy as he was the vampire girl who had recovered her true form, although she didn't smoke, she took out a golden flask from her bosom and poured it directly into her mouth.

It's distressing to see the stone monster.

If nothing else, because the jug contained his own blood.

Called the "Hand of Osiris", this flask seems to be Anrita's funerary object, and its shape is simple and exquisite, and the body of the jug is studded with gemstones of various colors, each the size of a finger, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

In fact, don't look at the small size of the wine jug, but there is a hole in it, you can casually put in a few tons of liquid, and it can be preserved and fresh.

Don't ask how the stone knows, when An Rita came to him with this wine jug one day, the black orc's whole person was hollowed out, and he walked floating for the next few days, living like his body was hollowed out, no, it was indeed hollowed out, but it was blood instead of ......

With this flask, the stone no longer has to be gnawed by Anrita every day, and the blood can last for at least a month, but after a long time, he misses the feeling that cannot be described in words.

Crispy and numb......

It's so cheap.

Well, now is not the time for self-reflection, the enemies in front of you continue to increase, and the enemies behind you are also rapidly approaching, and the situation is rapidly deteriorating like the face of the old rotten tooth, but the stone has already figured out a way.

"Don't worry, I won't underestimate them, I already know how to deal with them, Anrita, you ...... like this"

The black orc soothed the restless old shaman, and then spoke to the maiden who was tasting the blood.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a satisfied look appeared on her face, in addition to being delicious, the blood of the black orc could also replenish the magic power she had just consumed in her transformation.

When the stone was finished, there was a little more excitement on her face, as if she was going to participate in a fun game.

For her, a "monster" who has been asleep for thousands of years and whose mental age is no more than a teenager, danger is synonymous with excitement.

"Your task is very important, old rotten teeth, you can't do anything, just watch......"

Unlike the hanging stones, no other kid offers Waaagh! Energy, the magic of the old shaman is equivalent to a gun without bullets, or the kind without a bayonet, so he can only stare dryly, watching how the confident boss breaks through the group of green skins who are waiting for him.

From stopping the motorcycle to explaining the plan, the whole process was only two or three minutes, but in such a short time, there were hundreds of green skins in front of them, and even some people who were not afraid of death had already rushed towards the stones.

Only the Blacktooth Guards remained untouched, holding firm at the gates, showing a discipline that was very different from the rest of the Greenskins.

Gritz is well aware of his duty, as long as he drags down the enemy, it is victory.

Sure enough, when the other party found their figures, he stopped, as if he was stunned, but soon the iron lump let out a low roar, and then, as he expected, rushed straight like a wild boar.

Come hard? How dare you underestimate us? It's really looking for death!

Gritz's face remained unchanged, and under his leadership, the big guys let out blood-boiling battle cries one after another.

That short run was just a warm-up for the elites, and now everyone is ready to go.

They are gearing up to tear this guy who has turned their tribe upside down to shreds.

But it backfired, how could the stone make it so easy for them to get their wish.

When they were only a few meters away, the motorcycle suddenly turned, and the sharp sound was like a fingernail scraping against a blackboard, and the rough tires made a deep arc on the ground.

At the same time as the body was thrown out at 90 degrees, two flames erupted from both sides of the front of the car, like two fire dragons with teeth and claws, which just sprayed the orcs of the "Black Tooth Guard" in the face.

War Moto's active skills are activated!

[Barbecue Conference: Flames erupt on both sides of the front for three minutes in a row, and the cooling time is ten minutes. 】