It turned out that the stone had already discovered the other party's aaagh! It's not just a simple roar, it's a wide-ranging buff skill.

As mentioned before, every professional who has been promoted to Legend has the ability to influence the entire battle, and the most common move of the legendary orc warrior in the game is AAAGH!

This shout can increase the movement speed of self and units within a radius of 1000 yards by 30% and melee attacks by 20% for 10 minutes, and the overall effect on the unit is very significant, especially in dogfights.

It's a pity that the enemies encountered by the blood spear orcs are too strong, and the big orcs on the other side are obviously higher than them in terms of physical fitness and combat skills, and there is a terrifying giant beast in charge, even if there is a bonus to the skill, it can't change the final result.

In the same way, it's not that Boole Rotten Bone's strength is watery, it's that the opponents he encounters are too terrifying.

Except for this wow, his other moves are all because of the lack of a hand, so he can't use them, so he can only rely on the most primitive brute force, and his combat effectiveness is naturally greatly reduced.

On the other hand, the stone, whether it is equipment or skills, is much better than him, much more.

It is precisely by relying on a set of attribute bonuses and properly used Holy Light skills that the Black Orc Lord can take down this legendary orc who is supposedly much more powerful than himself.

It turns out that in actual combat, the magical power of the Holy Light and the extremely special physique of the green skin itself cooperate quite well, far beyond the imagination of the stone itself, even aaagh! The magic is not used, and the opponent is about to lie down.

But it is undeniable that Bull Rotten is also a respectable warrior and opponent, and he has been fighting valiantly from beginning to end in extremely disadvantageous situations, and he is a man, which is why Stone took the initiative to speak and wanted to subdue the other party.

Hearing his words, the orc chief tried his best to open his swollen eyes like brown sugar steamed buns—that is, a slit, and although his whole body was shaky, his tone was still full of power.

"Want me to follow you? Hum! Although you are very powerful, I will not accept it! If you have the ability, kill me! ”

With that, he let out another low roar and rushed forward again, but before he could swing his arm, he was hit in the face and chest by two heavy punches.

With the sound of bones shattering, half of Bull's fangs were shattered, and he fell to the ground covered in blood.

The stone did not stop there, and went up and continued to punch and kick until the opponent was lying on the ground, motionless.

He wouldn't be merciful just because he wanted to woo the other party, but this was not just a vent of anger, in fact, he was not surprised at all by Bull's refusal, the more powerful the orc, the less easy it was to succumb, unless it was crushed by absolute strength, but it was clear that this orc chief did not think that the stone had such strength.

It's okay, you're not convinced, right? Then die.

The stone will not be like some virgins, what kind of person to leave a line to meet in the future, since the other party does not want to be their own person, then be a dead person.

To be honest, he also asked casually, okay, okay, no pulling.

Three-legged Squigg is hard to find, and two-legged orcs are everywhere.

There are many good seedlings in their own tribe, Big Bear, Sgenara, and Hawkeye, all of whom may become legends in the future, although it is a pity, but that's it.

As I said before, ordinary legends are no longer satisfied with stones.

In that case, don't waste your time.

the brother on top! Let me end this the way I am a warrior!

Stone crouched down and grabbed Bull's hair with one hand - as the boss, he was the only one of all the orcs of the Bloodspear Tribe with hair on his head, but compared to the bells and whistles of the Broken Claw Tribe, his head was much more ordinary, just a handful of short black braids tied up high.

To be in the tribe of stones, this hairstyle becomes an object of contempt wherever it goes, at the level of the most ordinary goblin cannon fodder.

Of course, Bull didn't know that, and he didn't have a chance to do so.

By this time, the orc chief had fallen into a semi-unconscious state, and the stone lifted his head and roared in his ear.

"Hey! If you want to go to see Brother Gang and Brother Mao with honor, stand up for me! ”

After saying that, he let go of his hand and turned to find his guy.

At this time, the battle around was also coming to an end, the sound of fighting became smaller and smaller, and many broken claw orcs who had ended the battle surrounded them, as well as those goblins and Skaven ratmen in the distance who had not participated in the melee from beginning to end, and had long turned their eyes to this side, wanting to see what the leader was going to do.

The ogre Bagrat Blind also rode back to his tattered chariot on a woolly rhinoceros, kneading and kneading him with both ends as if he were massaged.

It seems that this fierce ogre knight is also tired enough.

However, he had been watching the battle between the two orc men intently, and from time to time he would shout something that no one else could understand.

On the other side, the "Broken Tooth Commander" Big Bear, who had dozens of new wounds, found that there were no enemies standing beside him, so he had to pin two axes to his waist and walk to the ogre to watch the battle.

Just at this moment, Bagrat was yelling again, and the fart commander realized that he couldn't understand, and his eyebrows furrowed, and he slapped the back of the head on the side.

I don't know if it's the unlucky guy called the golden horn or the silver horn, he grinned in pain, turned around and just wanted to scold, but found that it was a big bear with a murderous aura all over his body, and he swallowed it back in fright.

"Little bastard, what is the blind man shouting?"

After being beaten in vain, he was naturally full of upset, but he didn't dare to vent, so he had to pout and reply:

"The master is cheering for our leader, he is shouting, coiling him! This means to kill the opponent in ogre language, and usually when the ogre duels, the surrounding audience will shout this. ”

When the big bear heard this, this was funny, and quickly turned back to greet the other orcs.

"Interesting, come on, come on! Brethren, we shout together, Chief! Pan him! ”

"Boss! Pan him! "Boss! Pan him! ”

I don't know if it was because of the sudden commotion around him, or because he heard the words of the stones, but under the light of the blood-red sunset on the horizon, Bull Rotten's strong but scarred body actually struggled a few times and moved.

By the time Stone returned with two machetes, he had struggled to get back up with the only arm he had left, and although he still looked like he was going to fall down at any moment, he was finally up.

A complicated light flashed in the black orc's eyes, and he suddenly thought that if he was defeated one day, would he have the courage and perseverance to stand up like the other party.

"Boss of the Blood Spear Tribe, what's your name?"

He walked over to Bull, a heavy voice in his voice.

"Cloth... You... Cough! Rotten... Bone...... Ahem! ”

The orc chieftain's voice was hoarse and weak as if it had come out of a broken bellows, for every word he uttered was painful with the bones in his chest shattered.

"Okay, Bull, remember my name, Stone Broken Claw, wait until you go to Brother Mao, tell them, I will send more green skins in the future!"

The stone's expression was extraordinarily serious, like an executioner about to be executed, and in fact it was.

After saying this, he waved the double knife in his hand, first stabbed through the opponent's heart cleanly with the sharp and sharp "Brother's left fang", and then threw his right hand horizontally, cutting off the "Brother's right fang" like the door panel towards the opponent's throat.

Blood splattered, and a broken orc head rose into the sky.

At the same time, the system also sounded a pleasant prompt sound.

["Ancestral Soul Iron Claw" devours a high-level green-skinned soul, consuming 10,000 AAAGH points!] Upgrade to LV4]

The stone stuck his left weapon on the ground, reached out to catch the falling head, and then looked at the silver-gray tattoo that had covered the entire arm with his right hand and was still spreading like ink, and muttered slightly depressedly:

"Lost! Forget about this thing, and swallow the greenskin's soul? Didn't I say so much in vain? I thought about it for a long time before I came up with such a handsome line! ”

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