Hearing that their tribe had been betrayed by the King of Blackstone, Banorses, the orcs who had always been strong couldn't help but feel a commotion at this time. After a burst of excitement, his eyes revealed the helplessness and sadness that the barbarians rarely had.

When he saw a few people coming out of the room, the leader-level eleventh order ogre cole shouted angrily, "Doric! You reptile in dung, you can do things that harm your people."

Among the ogres who walked out of the room, one came out and said with a sneer, "Kindred? Did you ever think about such a thing when you were so powerful that you wanted to annex my people? Dear Leader Cole, you will accept your fate today, who let your clan develop too fast, you have advanced to the eleventh order, and what is even more wrong is that your tribe actually gave birth to Tikya! Under the teaching of your ** master, she will eventually threaten the authority of the great King of Blackstone, for the balance of the Blackstone Mountains, you can go with peace of mind, and your tribe will make the final sacrifice for the Blackstone Mountains. By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that the guards of the great King of Blackstone, Barnorseth, just now broke the news that they are now standing in your temple."

Suddenly, the remaining ogres and orcs were in chaos, but they didn't expect that they would abandon their dignity and come to the decisive battle with the determination to die, not only failed to save Tikeya, but in exchange for their own tribe was captured, think about the cruelty and bloodthirstiness of the Blackstone Guards. For the first time, the wild orcs felt like knives in their hearts.

But the orcs' pain was not over, at this moment, the altar in the center of the hall sounded a sound of dragging chains, only to see a slender figure limbs pulled into a large shape slowly hanging in the air. Looking at the excited expressions of the orcs, Wu Tongtong guessed that this should be the Tikya in their mouths.

But just by looking at it, it doesn't look like a creature belonging to the ogre race, and it might be more appropriate to say it's an elf. Slender limbs, immature face. People can't help but have a feeling of pity. It's just that the lilac skin with strange patterns shows her extraordinary.

But all this did not affect the feeling of extreme weakness she gave people. It was as if the wind would hurt her. Not only were her limbs chained, but her shoulders and legs were each nailed with four long steel spikes. Purple blood slowly dripped down the spikes onto the magical pattern in the center of the altar. At this time, she looked up at the orcs below, her eyes full of decay and fear.

At this time, all kinds of orcs, who were already in a panic, suddenly froze, whether it was a blue-faced and fanged orc fighter, a wolf knight with a pointed hammer in his hand, or an ugly-looking ogre, including the only slinger. They all raised their heads to stare at the slender figure, and slowly knelt down to the singing and weeping ode of the ogre cole.

By the time the chant was over, all the orc warriors slowly began to fight. The hesitant and flustered look just now has completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of firmness and determination. At some point, the air around him seemed to be ignited by the will of the hundreds of seriously injured orcs, and in their gradually coarse gasps, a kind of boiling battle intent like fire was transmitted in the air.

Li Ran and the others suddenly had an urge to rush out and kill them. Fortunately, everyone is a person with a firm mind, although a few teammates who are about to lose control are gradually recovering under the treatment of the Purple Cloud Blossom Tranquility Technique.

Leader-level eleventh order ogre mage Cole suddenly reached out and threw away his robes, pulled out a strange bone dagger, and then suddenly plunged deep into his chest. The bizarre bone dagger instantly turned purple-red. A piece of sacrificial text slowly came out of Cole's mouth, like a melodious sound of heaven and earth. At the end of the ceremony, Cole looked at Tikia, who was suspended in the air.

It used to be the hope of the tribe, and it was also the source of the tribe's demise. He has been by her side for so many years to cultivate and educate her, and countless times he fantasizes that when their Tikya grows up in the future, he will take them to let the glory of the Artemisia Leaf Tribe shine throughout the Blackstone Mountains. In order to realize this wish, he scolded her countless times to wake her up who was still asleep, and endless penance and injury became all of her childhood. But now old Cole has nothing but kindness and love in his eyes. If I had to choose, I would like to let her play like the other orc children, and maybe then she will be happy.

Looking at Tikya in the sky, perhaps she should be called little Amer, there was once an elven bard who passed by and gave her the name of their tribe. She liked the name very much, but when she found out, she rebuked her harshly and forbade everyone in the tribe to call her by that name. He had always believed that Tikya's noble title should be her name. Now that I think about it, I might have been wrong.

Suddenly, the bone dagger was forcefully drawn, and the blood rushed to a height of several meters like a fountain. The bone dagger turned into a little starlight and melted into the flying blood. A dazzling red light flashed, and all the orcs who were splashed with blood were instantly blessed with the bloodthirsty technique, the effect of this bloodthirsty technique was so strong, not only the attributes soared, but even the battle intent reached the extreme, and the scars on the body were in a rapid recovery.

"It turned out to be a sixth-level forbidden technique-blood sacrifice bloodthirsty, this world is too crazy!" Blood Rose Drink exclaimed

The barbarian spat vigorously: "This old guy is desperate, casting a magic at the cost of his own life. This magic was simply not something he could cast at his level. What a bunch of brainless savages," she tried to count, but her intentions could be seen not only in her tone, but also in her teary eyes.

Everyone looked at the hall silently, as if their hearts were blocked by something. Maybe this is Jiuwei's touch.

Jue Ling Tian couldn't help but say, "We're here now, don't we do it now?" ”

But at this time, no one else spoke, sympathy is sympathy, moved is moved, everyone in front of them are experienced killers, when it is time to really do it, all actions and consequences flow through their minds like flowing data, calculating the gains and losses, and now experience and instinct have told them that the best choice now should be to retreat.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Jue Ling Tian and the others had already guessed something, and sighed silently.

At this time, several people in the first echelon quickly discussed, and then Xingchen said: "Now there are two options that need to be consulted by everyone, the first option is to retreat while the decisive battle is due, at most it will delay everyone for one night." The second option is to take advantage of the chaos to start a war, and if everyone fights to the death, there should be a 20% chance. Everyone, make a decision! ”

Hearing Captain Xingchen say this, Jue Ling Tian was the first to say that he would go to war, although he didn't know how the two percent chance that Xingchen said was calculated, but since there was a reason, it was never his scope of consideration as to how the outcome would be.

The second one to stand up was the willow on the moon, and the graceful willow on the moon smiled lightly and walked to the side of Jue Lingtian, showing his attitude. Then the third one who stood over turned out to be the always timid and shy Phantom Bingnan, and the reason was attributed to the little girl's overflowing sympathy.