There is no doubt that the evil orc is a super strong man with a double cultivation of tactics, and every class has reached the extreme, when the warrior can fight us with one enemy and ten, and be a warlock, he can also improve the life siphon that was originally just DOT damage to the life siphon that continues to absorb life.

At the same time, the evil orc also has the evil profession of necromancer, although he did not use necromancy in battle, but from the fact that he can wake up Frederick and others, who have been sleeping for thousands of years, and turn them into a special undead that is similar to a ghost but different from a ghost, it is known that the evil orc's attainment in the path of the undead is also very high.

Tactical double cultivation, and being a necromancer, what kind of enemy have we provoked, I can't imagine what kind of sad fate awaits us.

The siphon of life is still continuing, and our vitality is also declining, in just ten seconds, the six of us have withdrawn from the bloodthirsty state and have no strength to fight again, and all of us can no longer stand up from the ground, this is still thanks to the fact that we are undead, if this is inflicted on the living, I am afraid that within a few breaths we will have to suck it dry.

Ten seconds, the sacrifice within ten meters of the orc finally stopped, and I wondered, other people's sacrifices became DOT damage after the initial damage, but this girl's sacrifice can actually form an effect similar to a wall of fire within a certain range, who is really unlucky.

However, such a strong sacrifice could not be released continuously, and after ten seconds, the orcs could no longer stop the footsteps of Winster and the others.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The three figures attacked the orcs from three different directions, and the cold light of the dagger was still shining, but the three of them no longer had the absolute confidence of daring to kill everything earlier, and instead had a kind of madness and despair of generous death.

In the face of the siege of the three people, a trace of cruelty flashed in the orc's eyes, and then the seven red rays extending from his body disappeared.

"Look for death!"

With a loud shout, the orc took his axe and rushed towards one of the Forsaken in front of him, smashing the head of a Forsaken who had fallen to the ground with one foot on the way, and then jumped high, his burly body holding a giant axe like an eagle hunting.

The orcs were so fast that the Forsaken had only time to hold the dagger across their heads, and the great axe arrived.

Bang! Burst!

Two distinct sounds rang out one after another, the thud of a great axe smashing a dagger, and the poofing of a great axe splitting through the Forsaken.

For a moment, the white bones cracked, the brains flew, and the white, red, and black scattered the orcs.

With one step and a split, the two Forsaken died tragically on the spot, and the orc's momentum reached a high point without any pause, and after splitting the head of the Forsaken in front of him, the orc rushed towards the other Forsaken who was behind him.

Bang! Burst!

With the same two voices, the Forsaken who was about to sneak attack was beheaded by the orcs under the axe.

"Ah, you damn it!" The tragic deaths of the three companions one after another deeply stimulated the already crazy Winster, his eyes became more scarlet, and the steps under his feet became more ghostly, and with a wail, Winster changed direction again and rushed towards the orc.

"Stupid, hurry up, why are you fighting, why?"

The tragic death of three companions not only irritated Winster, but pierced my heart like three sharp blades, a suffocating pain, several times more painful than the sacrifice of an orc.

The dead are gone, and the living still have to live well, especially Winster, the only one who has a chance to escape, and he should live well.

However, he launched a suicidal charge against the orcs, which was a hundred times more painful than the pain caused by three sharp blades stuck in his heart.

To be honest, Winster and I have known each other for a long time, but the days we actually fought together were very short, the battle in the West Plaguelands, the battle in Hillsbrad, and the twenty or so days on the island, it can be said that we have only been together for less than a month.

But this did not diminish the deep friendship between us in the slightest, the West Plague Land desperately protected me, and the town of Hillsbrad fought side by side, and the friendship between us has long been fermented more mellow than spirits.

Now that he was going to die, in front of me, a wave of sorrow came over me, but then the sadness was anger, endless anger.

The fury unleashed again, and a massive amount of pure death qi overflowed from the sea of death and entered my body, and the sucked life force was quickly replenished, and my body was once again filled with power.

But this is not enough, far from enough, these dead breaths alone are not enough to fight the orcs.

So I recited the Bloodthirsty Spell again, ignoring the severe damage inflicted on my body by the first Bloodthirsty, and once again detonated the ultra-pure death in the deepest part of the Sea of Death.

In an instant, a massive, pure death qi poured into my body even greater than the massive amount of ultra-pure death qi brought by the first bloodthirst.

The carrion swelled, the bones shattered, too much dead air stirred through my body, and in an instant, I was severely wounded.

This is unavoidable, no one can bear two bloodlusts, mental exhaustion, physical fatigue in a short period of time, these are all side effects of bloodlust, however, I forcibly launched a second bloodthirst, and this time the bloodthirsty effect was completely applied to me alone.

There are more and more ultra-pure dead qi in the body, the rotten flesh begins to crack, dozens of gray and black dead qi **** out of the body, forming a cloud of dead ash mist around me, the bones continue to shatter under the pressure of the dead air, and then begin to heal under the action of dead air, in an instant, the fragmentation and healing occur hundreds of times, I can feel that the bones become stronger and stronger in the continuous fragmentation and healing.

At the same time, something seemed to explode in my head, and I was dizzy and my brain stem was cracked, but with this roar, I felt that I was more comfortable in controlling the dead air, and my body seemed to be able to withstand more dead air.

At this moment, I had a glimmer of realization in my heart, and I broke through, ascended from the fourth order to the fifth order, and crossed a great realm.

The ultra-pure death qi of the Sea of Death is still pouring into my body, even if I am promoted to the fifth order and enter the hall of high-level warriors, I can't bear so much ultra-pure death qi, I must vent this death qi, otherwise I will really be blown up.

Roar!

With a long roar, a surging ultra-pure death qi erupted from his mouth, forming an air sword, which made me feel better, but it was not enough, such a little dead qi was not enough to relieve the huge pressure in my body.

At this moment, only the fiercest battles can vent their dead anger. (To be continued.) )