The picture of Brienne's instant transformation still made Moria, who had been mentally prepared, exclaim softly, not to mention Yin Narus and Fitandila, who were completely unaware before, whether it was the old butler who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, or the female city lord who had grown a lot recently, their faces were full of sluggishness and they couldn't close their mouths in fright.

Big change of life? Or do you turn into an orc? Is the body still so exaggerated? The cockscomb, as arrogant as the dwarven butcher, was about to hit the roof of the cave.

What made Fitandila even more puzzled was how the back and hairstyle of this orc looked so familiar, although the green skin looked the same ugly, but this burly physique, bells and whistles, like fireflies in the night, was as eye-catching and unforgettable.

Almost in the next second, Fitandila remembered.

It's him! The chief of the Greenskin Tribe! The one called the stone!

Their tribe had saved Fetanburg twice, and not long ago formed a strange alliance with the Chaos Dwarves to fight the Beastmen, and they even met him at the time!

It's impossible to admit mistakes! I was so impressed!

So in the end Brienne turned into a greenskin? Or did the stone turn into a woman?

Wait, I seem to be sleeping in the same room with her during this time.

The young female city lord felt that her brain was completely insufficient.

Either way, it was absolutely unheard of, and if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that there would be such a thing, but for some reason, after recognizing this green skin as the stone that had saved her and "Fetenburg", she suddenly felt less nervous, and the remorse of not being able to avenge her father-in-law and the fear of dying seemed to have subsided a lot.

If it's him, maybe there's a way.

“aaaagh！！！”

The familiar battle cry rang out again, only this time on the lands of the Old World Empire.

Brienne, no! It's a stone,

He finally couldn't hold it anymore! In the face of the threat of death of himself and Little Bell and others, identity is no longer so important, first live and then talk about it, only by turning back into the body of the black orc, can you exert the strongest combat power.

So he took off the magic mask "Brother Mao's Grimace" on his face and restored his original appearance and body to deal with this group of mad dog-like demons.

Let these chaotic mongrels with a distorted painting style, and children will leave psychological shadows when they see it, and taste the taste of our orc macho men!

On the other side of the stone gate, I don't know if I didn't see it clearly, anyway, the Chaos Demon didn't have any special reaction to his change, maybe in their eyes, as long as it was a living creature, it was the same, just kill it, but soon the cruel reality was like a long sword in the hand of the black orc, giving them a hard blow.

The big sword that can only be held by two elite soldiers is as light and flexible as a branch in the stone hand, but when the palm-wide sword body hits the demon, it seems to have a thousand powers, no demon can block a blow, it is either split in half or cut into two sections, and often a sword goes down, and within one step, there are several victims.

Completely different from the agile fighting style when incarnating as a human, after returning to the body of the black orc, even in this relatively narrow space, the stone opened and closed every move and every style, bringing the fierceness and strength to the extreme, as if to vent all the grievances of this time.

Of course, he didn't forget to throw out the spells that had been prepared at the first time before the violent killing began, and the target was naturally those demons who surged up from behind.

"Senior Nightfall!"

A large dark cloud covered dozens of demons, including several fire demons who had been scattered, and the latter could not see anything at once, so they could only shoot rockets indiscriminately, and all of them hit their own people.

Although after being promoted to Black Orc, the stone can already cast a more lethal big aaagh! Magic, but in the current situation, this spell is the most suitable.

With the bonus of two Nagash Nine Volumes, the power of this rare-level spell has been directly raised to a notch, and the duration has also been extended from the original two minutes to more than three points, which is no worse than the rare-level spell.

It's a pity that the doubling effect was not triggered, otherwise the two "high-level night shrouds" would be enough to cover all the remaining more than two hundred demons present.

Even so, without the threat of long-range attacks, the stone could be more unscrupulous, rushing directly to the door to meet the battle, and the two great swords danced like a big windmill, whistling past, and the demon not only failed to rush through the stone gate, but was killed by him and retreated, leaving only dirty blood and stumps and broken arms all over the ground.

The only one who could resist him, Tzeentch had no intention of taking the initiative to meet him, and when he saw that the situation was wrong, his first reaction was to fly into the air in the shape of a flying fish, hiding far away, like a frightened rabbit, as if its opponent was a murderous demon.

But as the battle progressed, it has to be said that Tzeentch's harbinger move to retreat was very useful.

It doesn't collide with the stone, but relies on mobility to maintain a certain distance, occasionally looking for a chance to put a spell to sneak attack, but there is no chance to watch like a poisonous snake, which makes the stone very uncomfortable, plus he doesn't dare to leave the stone door too far to prevent a demon from sneaking into the room, so his attention is distracted a lot, resulting in a reduction in killing efficiency.

A few minutes passed, and a third of the demon was killed, but the cloth strips on the black orc's body were even more torn, and the surface of those rock-like muscles could clearly see more and more wounds and blood flowing outward.

Although his physical fitness is perverted enough, the number of demons is even larger, seemingly endless, and there is a Tzeentch Harbinger eyeing him by the side.

It is conceivable that when that magic is over and the fire demons rejoin the battle, he will be even more uncomfortable.

When the five-minute spell cooldown was up, he found a chance to put another little aaagh! The spell "Itch Invasion" wants to slow down the enemy's attack speed, but this rare-level spell doesn't seem to have much effect, after all, the Chaos Demon itself is a product of magical energy, and it is born with extremely strong magic resistance.

It's a bit of a pit now, but it's not over yet, and the more cheating is still to come.

The stone found that maybe because he had just recovered this body, his physical strength had dropped very quickly, and it was indeed very happy at first, but just like applauding love, sometimes fierceness does not mean anything, the key is persistence.

He's like that now, he's rushing too hard in front, and now he's a little weak!

The fierce-eyed Tzeentch Harbinger almost immediately saw that there was something wrong with him, and immediately accelerated the frequency of attacks, and the "Ten Thousand Transformation Divine Arrows" released several times almost hit him, and the latest shot came straight to the heart, and the stone could not be avoided, so he could only twist his body and resist this blow with his right shoulder.

In an instant, his shoulder was like being burned by the flames, and he was sweating profusely, and when he looked down, with the smell of roasted mushrooms, a fist-sized place was burned to a bloody blur, and every time he raised his right hand, it was a burst of burning pain.

He could only grit his teeth, bleeding and continue to fight with the demons who rushed up, because behind him was the little bell and other companions, and if he fell, or ran away, none of the people in the room would survive.

But the bad news is that he now has to face a choice.

A choice that no matter how little bell is very likely to die. (https:)

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