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Rumbling explosions rang out one after another, and the various traps that Diego had set up before were detonated. The orcs who stepped into the trap were torn apart by the wave of air generated by the explosion, and more orcs around them were ignited into humanoid torches. But this qiē could not stop the orcs who had fallen into bloodthirsty rage, and more orcs did not hesitate to step through the flames and rush towards the truck.

Diego did not change the upper loader magazine, and with the toughness of the orc's body and the thickness of the armor on his body, the shotgun was not powerful enough to be deadly. Bullets infused with holy light energy whistled out from the muzzle of the gun, and every orc who was hit was not spared, but there were too many orcs, and they rushed too close, and Diego's shot was like a few splashes in the torrent, but it could not stop the huge wave from approaching.

The orcs at the front stomped the ground and leapt towards the top of the truck. It was a beautiful jump, higher and farther than he had ever jumped before, and he grinned wide, excited that he was about to split the enemy's head, but the gun rang out, and he leaned back and flew back under the car, faster than he could jump.

The orcs in the back pounced on the wagon, they weren't as good at jumping as the orc, but they weren't as slow to climb as they were. Diego shot again, blasting an orc who swung his axe at him in the face, then stabbed the other in the face. But by this time, more orcs had climbed into the van, and Diego's had to face four or five enemies almost at the same time. One? Reading 1?k?a?n?shu

Seeing that something could not be done, Diego jumped backwards and jumped back from the van to the back. He rolled over the head of Hellfire, and before the latter could stop him with his fist, he landed safely among the minotaurs.

Hordes of orcs poured into the narrow valley and diverted around the hellfire, not daring to get too close to the blazing demon. Now, the enemies, who had been far away from each other, finally came face to face, after a few seconds of stagnation. The fierce battle broke out again.

The first to attack were the irascible orcs, wielding battle axes and maces, and pounced on the minotaurs. All the while, the orcs were known for their sharp attacks. They are known for their ferocity, but this time, when faced with the powerful and tenacious Minotaurs, their offensive was slow to break the situation. The Minotaurs are no less powerful than the Orcs. Especially among them, there are druids and shamans in the middle of the store, which is neither lacking in the ability to attack the fortification, nor lacking in endurance, especially Dezko? The Morning Chaser, blessed by the Wind Fury Totem, has a warhammer in his hand that is faster than anyone or any orc.

This tribal civil war is quite rare, because the orcs and minotaurs have always gotten along very well, but this time, due to the rebellion of the Fireblade clan. But they had to meet each other with a white sword, fighting for life and death. One side is to pass the guò, the other side is desperately blocking, the hammer to the battle axe, the two sides are inseparable.

The Minotaurs have a defensive advantage, but the orcs have another advantage: they have the Hellfire! In front of this flaming demon, the minotaur retreated one after another, and even if Dezko himself went into battle, he only barely slowed down its pace, but could not kill it! Just a few minutes.?? To see?? Book? WW?w?・1 The Minotaur line retreated a few dozen meters away.

Diego stood at the back of the line, shooting at the Hellfire, which was a lot taller than everyone else. In a battlefield filled with the sound of shrill battle cries, the clatter of weapons, and the roar of demons, the gunfire of the death gaze didn't seem so deafening at this moment.

Bullets whizzed over the Minotaur's head and struck the demon. However, the Holy Light Bullet, which had been used to restrain demons, only produced a few black spots on the inferno-blazing body. It just seems to have cooled down a little bit in those places.

Diego continued to bombard, he knew that this demon surrounded by corrupt fire did not actually have a physical body, and the rock that made up his body was actually embodied by evil energy, which determined that its endurance to the Holy Light was not infinite, and every bullet would consume the evil energy in its body. Maybe the next bullet will break through its tolerance limit and tear it apart. However, it wasn't long before Diego had to turn his guns elsewhere.

The harpies, who were like vultures and were adept at taking advantage of the gaps, finally couldn't take it anymore, and they sneaked in through the cracks in the rocks overhead, and attacked from behind the minotaurs. If it weren't for the caravan's guards, the chaos they caused would have led to the collapse of the battle line.

Even though they weren't full-time warriors, the orc's natural physique and competitive spirit still made these caravan guys and guards fight valiantly with their weapons wielded. They had used up the few nets they had, and now they could only fight with whatever weapons they could get their hands on, long knives, axes, maces, and some spears, and one strong fellow even wielded a spare wheel in his hand. For a while, he barely withstood the sneak attack of the harpy.

Diego swapped out the shrapnel magazine and bombarded the sky, accompanied by flying feathers, and the Harpys fell from the sky before being slapped into meatloaf by the caravan members.

But this time, the eagles, who were accustomed to "turning their strategy" at a glance, also saw that victory or defeat was in one move, and they actually gritted their teeth, and kept feeling through the cracks in the rocks, regardless of casualties, and pounced on Diego, drowning him with a large number of people.

"Damn Masrae, where the hell are you? Hurry up, hurry up, Lao Tzu's side will not be able to withstand it. Diego roared inwardly. His left hand kept adjusting the direction of the muzzle, while the index finger of his right hand continued to repeat an action on the trigger of the death gaze - pressing, lifting, pressing down again, lifting again, and ......the yellow and clear bullet casings that jumped out of the shell were already piled up into a hill under his feet, but the distance between the discharge and the hit was getting closer and closer—the harpy was using blood and death to break through the steel barrage of the death gaze.

By this time, Masrae had stalked through the battlefield and finally revealed the Warlock. He was further back than the catapult, shrouded in a cloak robe, but Masrae still recognized his race from his clumsy shoulders and outstretched green arms—an orc.

In front of this orc warlock is a rudimentary makeshift altar. A small stone table made of several stones, on which sacrifices were enshrined, and Masrae recognized only a few: an orc skull, which could be seen by the fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth, two black candles, a few pieces of obsidian, a small pile of sulfur powder, and some animal grease that did not know what it belonged to.

As Masrae slowly emerged from the shadows behind him, the orc was chanting spells and struggling to dominate his demon pet, but the summoning spell that required several people to work together had almost drained his mana and energy, and he didn't even notice that someone was approaching from behind, which was not a difficult task for a warlock.

A few seconds later, a terrible scream suddenly rang out. But in the valley, which was full of great noise at the moment, there was no notice, only the nearest few orcs who were operating the trebuchet turned their heads in some surprise to see what was going on, but what came into their eyes was a huge black panther.

Noticing their gaze, the panther let out a low growl, and it pursed its ears, baring its fangs. The orcs were startled by the beast that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and they carefully moved their hands slowly away from the catapult and reached for the axe that had been thrown aside, so nervous that they completely ignored the other beast that appeared behind them. (To be continued.) )