Even though the long-awaited third evolution was within reach, the anger in Shishi's heart did not weaken in the slightest, but instead accumulated more and more, and he urgently needed to vent.

It's been nine years, and before I know it, it's been nine years since I traveled to the cold and cruel world of Warhammer, and Shi Lezhi, the former upstart of the underworld, has now grown from a little fart who is not as good as a miscellaneous fish to the boss of the greenskin tribe who is famous.

Not to mention how powerful it is, at least it is no longer a salted fish to be slaughtered, except for some epic legends, anyone who wants to bite him must be prepared to break a few teeth.

And in the past nine years, he and the tribe have grown up, except for a few people such as Old Rotten Tooth and Big Bear, the most special thing is the little bell.

While she witnessed the development of the tribe along the way, Shi also watched her grow from a little baby waiting to be fed to a quirky, naughty and cute little girl.

Stone still clearly remembers the gobble-up look of the little guy when he fed her goat's milk for the first time, and the cheering look she looked like when he gave her the lucky draw Squiger as a pet for the first time.

And in the dungeon of Ironforge, the little girl was so bold that she ran from Orgrimmar to Ironforge with a "little fist", and also ran to the dungeon to sleep with Ayigunu, which was the first time that the stone was so angry at her that she was so frightened that she was silent.

It is no exaggeration to say that although one of the two is a green-skinned reckless man and the other is a human girl, in the heart of the stone, they have long regarded the little bell as their daughter.

Although in his previous life, he was just a fool who was frustrated in love and was forgiven, and in this life, he doesn't even have the most basic snapping function, and it stands to reason that he can't fight with the word father at all.

But since the first sight of the little bell, seeing the black eyes and black hair that are exactly the same as in his previous life, the softest place in the heart of the stone has been touched, and he can't help but take on the responsibility of a daddy, raising the little bell with one hand and one foot.

Therefore, for the stone, the little bell is not only a witness and participant in the growth of a tribe, but also from a certain point of view, it also represents the last trace of connection between him and the underworld in his previous life, or to put it simply, in the heart of the stone, she is his daughter! The only daughter!

Never underestimate a father's anger after losing his daughter.

Stone's current idea is very simple, first vent it quickly, and then find a way to find that light mage, and count the new and old hatreds together!

Even if he goes to the Chaos Wasteland in the north, or Aurora Nepon in the Far East, or crosses the sea to the rainforest of Luschia, the wasteland of Nagarus, he has to find the little bell back!

And before that, he set his sights on the army of Zareth in the distance, who had already begun to engage the greenskins, and attacked you first!

The orc lord, who was in dire need of venting his fire, said nothing, and ignored Repu and Ayigunu, who were about to speak, and came to Atrak, who was already two stories tall, alone.

After the evolution of the Aracrina Queen Spider, its IQ was not much different from that of ordinary people, and it could sense the anger of its owner that was about to explode, and took the initiative to lie down on its tall body.

The stone jumped onto one of his crooked chelicera, then kicked it firmly onto the sleek, sturdy back of the carapace.

Under the gaze and exclamation of the defenders and mercenaries of Fetenburg, one man and one spider began to activate, and the direction turned out to be towards those huge number of enemies.

"Let's go! Let's go dry the dried shrimp! System! Upgrade Lao Tzu! ”

There wasn't much nonsense, the orc's voice was as cold and hard as steel.

………

On the other side of the battlefield, Lyman led the "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry Regiment" like a flock of black eagles, and rushed back to Levarian's account in time for the promised time.

They had arrived just in time, as Zareth's infantry had just engaged the greenskins, who were much smaller than them, but the scene was falling behind.

The reason is very simple, they are all ordinary spearmen and swordsmen, all melee infantry, one lacks flexible and mobile cavalry to respond, and the other is not covered by archers who shoot the enemy from a long distance, and they are shot by the bow boy on the opposite side and suffer heavy losses.

Levarian was late with his army under the harassment of the opposing cavalry, but by this time his ranged troops had already been slaughtered, so the infantry could only resist with their shields in the face of the dense rain of arrows overhead, and then pray for a quick passage through this death zone.

Fortunately, the greenskin's brain on the opposite side is not very good, and he can obviously stand in formation in place to wait for work, but like them, he launched a scattered charge.

But when the warriors on both sides collided like two torrents, the Zareth people were shocked to find that although their equipment seemed better, they were actually no match for these green-skinned hunks.

As soon as the two sides made contact, the spearmen in the front row fell neatly like ears of wheat harvested in autumn, while their opponents were almost unharmed.

The reason is simple, it is always the strongest orcs who are qualified to rush to the front of the greenskins.

The "Broken Tooth Guard", an elite force that was almost immediately formed and was about to be abolished, is composed of all orcs and big guys.

They had just experienced a big battle with the undead, and they knew how to take down the enemy and protect themselves in this kind of melee, and there was no doubt that they were the most capable orcs in the entire "Broken Claw Tribe".

Therefore, in the eyes of Levarian and Lyman, under the leadership of these strong orcs who are obviously two heads taller than ordinary humans, whether it is their own spearmen or sword and shield soldiers, they are not opponents of the orcs carrying machetes on the opposite side.

Not only these melee orcs, but also the never-ending rain of arrows and the cavalry that have been harassing them on the periphery are also extremely troublesome for them, and they are also causing damage all the time.

Especially after discovering that the arrows were also poisoned, Levarian immediately made a decision to send the "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry Regiment" to crush the opposing cavalry first, and then deal with their archers.

Even if these orc boys can fight again, the number is only about two thousand, as long as they are dragged down, and when the cavalry and archers are eliminated, under the iron hooves of the heavy cavalry, they will go to a herd of lambs to the slaughter.

However, what Levarian never expected was that not long after he sent out more than 200 of the most elite heavy armored cavalry, he was attacked again behind him.

And this time there was only one person on the other side.

If I'm not mistaken, it's the same orc who easily slaughtered twenty Black Iron Falcon before, but he looks a little different from before...... And that spider, why did it suddenly become so big......

PS: My wife has acute gastroenteritis, and she was sent to the hospital at eleven o'clock, and now she has only finished this chapter.

PS: Just write here, a piece of news in the past two days, I just want to say, don't mess with Oer, whether it's an alliance dog or a tribal pig, it's not something you can mess with now! You're playing with what we've left over from the past!