"Quick, get harder! Before dawn, we must reach the camp. ”

In the depths of the Black Fog Forest, on the banks of the galloping Harama River, the tall orc centurion Bagasa, dressed in one-shoulder iron armor, with a skull made of steel around his waist, and a mace covered with huge rusty nails in his hand, showing his burnt fangs, shouted loudly.

Not far from him, the rickety, poorly clothed orc laborers lined up in a mighty procession, carrying burdens and thick ropes on their shoulders, bending down and bowing their heads, and moving forward with all their might.

"Phew, drink, shout, drink......"

At the end of the rough rope dragged a large raft made of double planks, flanked by orc laborers, poles in hand, struggling to paddle forward.

In the center of the raft, a bloated lump of flesh that seemed to be as high as a double floor, the surface of the mucus flowing, and the scarlet blood vessels twitched rhythmically, driving the whole peristalsis, like a stomach pouch digesting food, unable to see the front and back, only a few chrysanthemum-like folds distributed on both sides, bulging and sinking like breathing.

"Warrior Bagasa, the squirming stomach is hungry. "Dressed in a cloak of animal skins, with a human head hanging from his waist, and a staff of bones in his hand, the orc priest Morik came to Bagasa's side.

"Elder Molik. Bagasa's thick voice sounded: "The hunting party has not returned, wait, wait." ”

Morik's face covered with white scars showed a terrifying smile, and he bared his broken fangs: "The great wriggling stomach can't wait, the blood beast needs nourishment before it can be born." And our offspring, who need a cradle of blood to grow quickly. piping hot blood, and delicious steaks. ”

"All right, Elder. Bagasa's fierce eyes swept over the ranks of the orc laborers, and he strode forward, staring at the two exhausted orc laborers who could barely support him, and grabbed them by the shoulders: "The Great Ancestor is calling you, Ancestor show your loyalty." ”

But the orc laborer did not show a look of fear, and immediately hissed: "I am willing to sacrifice for my ancestors, this is my glory!"

"I'm here to help you!"

Bagasa's huge arm burst out, throwing the orc laborer into the air, landing heavily on the raft merchant, and then raising his arms and shouting, "Salute this warrior!"

“wahgha！Wahgha！”

An earth-shattering cry erupted from the orc ranks, and the orc laborer threw his arms to the sky, then calmly walked to the chrysanthemum folds of the wriggling stomach.

As if it had a conscious mind, the wriggling stomach suddenly opened and swallowed the dedicated orc laborers, and the frequency of the wriggling became faster and faster.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Priest Molik raised his bone staff aloft: "The ancestors are calling warriors, sacrifice is victory!

Then several orc laborers shouted the glory of their ancestors and threw themselves into the squirming stomach.

"The stomachs of the worm are full, and their sacrifice is great and honorable. When we arrive at the battlefield, countless blood and food will make our ancestors stronger and our offspring healthier. ”

The bewitching voice of Molik's sacrifice echoed through the forest.

"Warrior Bagasa, you did a great job. The first blood beasts will be born tonight. Yes, I feel their strong breathing. The most loyal companions of the ancestors will surely ravage the world again. ”

"To the Great Ancestors, to the Immortal Heroes, to the Insect Annihilators, to the Great Khan of Divine Grace, to the Six-Armed Overseer, Khumparaga Hammer of Acid. The river of blood is surging endlessly. The ship of flesh and blood, unstoppable. ”

"We will win!" Molik's sacrificial eyes, glowing with a terrible scarlet light, pointed forward with his bone staff, "I hear Talma's call, Camuro is thirsting for a victory." There is a delicious blood food, a blood food that surpasses all else, and we will take them, devour them, and devour the stomach of the worm before we can evolve. ”

"Camuro, my men are defeated. Bagasa's tone was full of contempt: "I hope that when I see him again, I won't be disappointed again, and he had better prepare plenty of food for the Squirming Stomach." ”

"No, this time is different. Morik shook his head, his eyes full of greed: "Unusual blood food, blood food full of power." It's not something that scrawny pig-like people can compare. ”

"Holy Spirit Cub?"

"No, it's different. It's a group of girls. ”

"Girl?" Bagassa laughed rudely, "It's not funny, I can pierce their chests with a single finger." Even inferior alien insects can bite off their heads. ”

"You'll see, I smell sweetness. ”

"Forward!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, the mighty orc team finally arrived at the orc camp. Nearly a hundred strong orc warriors began to urge the laborers to build wooden shelters for camping.

"Molik, my old fellow. Blessed by our ancestors, let us meet again. ”

Talma greeted him warmly with the staff of deadwood, striking it three times with Molik's bone staff.

"The brave Overseers are in the west, clearing the remnants of the insects. A Juggernan-level insect that died tragically under the terrifying Overseer's hammer. We're going to crush the insects in their all. The army of Overseers will come. ”

Morik conveyed: "And we are the vanguards, we need to collect enough blood to feed and give birth to enough blood cradles to feed our offspring." ”

"Understood, old man, I think, we've found our purpose. Camuro, with his elite warriors, approached the edge of the forest, where they would make a victorious raid. ”

"The glory of the ancestors inspires Camuro. Morric raised his bone staff aloft: "The blood beast is about to be born, old man, let's witness this great moment together." ”

"This is my glory. ”

By the Harama River, the huge raft was docking, and the thick ropes bound the wriggling stomach were dragging toward the shore. A flat field was cleared, and Talma, Molik, and Bagasa led a kind of orc warrior with a pious face, and saluted.

"Rejoice, warriors! roar, warriors!"

"The billions of heroic souls of our ancestors, who are at the side of the great gods, gaze upon us! Today, the merging of them will descend into the world. Blood donor behemoths, reapers of flesh and blood. ”

"Witness all this, glory to me!"

Molik walked to the side of the Worming Stomach, stretched out his hand to stick to the surface of the scarlet body covered with mucus, slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, shouted with an intoxicated face: "I feel the breath of life, the pulse of power!

“wahgha！Wahgha！”

The orcs boiled, waving their weapons in the air and roaring and cheering wantonly.

In the midst of the earth-shattering cheers, the Stomach of the Squirming twitched violently, and the red tentacle-like tubes in the front section swelled with it, and the dense blood vessels spread like scarlet spider webs.

Puff – Puff......

Blood began to splatter and flow, and a huge ball of flesh with a diameter of three meters split out like an egg and rolled on the ground with a gurgling motion.

It seemed to be a bloody afterbirth garment, wrapped in a muscular silhouette.

In the silent gaze of Zhang, the afterbirth swelled twice, burst, splashing a puddle of dark yellow slurry, and fell to the ground, clattering.

A burly, unusual, four-legged creature was born. His upper body resembles that of an orc, but his head is scarlet, four times the size of a normal orc, and his facial features are bloody and indistinct, except for a large mouth with jagged fangs, and the arms supporting his upper body are as thick as tree trunks, and his elbows are covered with bone blades.

The lower body is like a gorilla, with short, thick and strong lower limbs, and a thick tail covered with a bony deck on the tail, like a crocodile.

"Roaring ......"

The Blood Behemoth let out a deafening roar with its arms and neck, and a thick liquid mixed with blood continued to flow from its mouth.

"Long live the Ancestors!"

Talma's face was full of excitement and she knelt down. The rest of the orcs also pushed the golden mountain to their knees like jade pillars.