After an impatient wait, the sky gradually began to lighten, and the enemy finally began to appear. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As everyone watched in horror, people appeared on the high ground on all sides almost at the same time, enclosing the lowland. Looking up, it was densely packed with orcs, and I couldn't see the rear team, and I didn't know how many.

The appearance of these native orcs was no different from that of Azeroth, except that they were more aggressive, armed with rudimentary weapons, and all looked at Stonehenge below. Tens of thousands of people stood solemnly, not a single person spoke, and the atmosphere was depressing.

"Shrink back, don't be discovered!" The old donkey shouted eagerly, and dragged back the female captain who was observing the enemy's situation, and the four of them were nested under the root of a boulder, all pale.

Woo......

Trumpets sounded in all directions at the same time, the ground began to rumble, and driven by curiosity, the five team members cautiously poked their heads out and looked around. I saw a circle of extraordinarily tall and muscular orcs coming up from the rear team, all carrying strange weapons, obviously some leaders.

Cheng Xiaotian judged slightly, among these orc leaders, there are dozens of them whose strength is equivalent to the third order, and even there are several fourth-order top masters! Not to mention that there are tens of thousands of orcs, just such a group of sub-people will be killed by them, and their team will be crushed in an instant, except for him, I'm afraid no one will survive.

A mountain of pressure pressed over, and the four of them quickly retracted their heads, leaning on the boulder and their hearts were beating like drums.

The next moment, a dense drum sounded, and an old chant came from the east, with a strange tone, which Cheng Xiaotian couldn't understand at all.

"It's shamanic." Ildonis explained in a whisper.

The so-called "shaman" is not actually a real language, but a tune that the shaman priests communicate with the earth, which is said to be inspired from the depths of the heart. Because each shaman has a different way, they have their own language, which others simply do not understand.

Cheng Xiaotian instantly understood, isn't this just a big dance......

The "Great God" sang for a while, and then stopped with the drums, Cheng Xiaotian simply stood up and posted a "one-leaf obscure" on the door of his head, watching the excitement openly. The remaining four people were dumbfounded, and right under their noses, Cheng Xiaotian was gone!

From Cheng Xiaotian's point of view, on the edge of the high slope in the southeast, an old orc was lying on the ground, listening with his left ear close to the ground. After a while, the old orc slowly got to his feet and shook his head in frustration.

"The Warsong Clan, the Thunder King Clan, the Mocking Skull Clan, and the Fireblade Clan, thank you to the four Great Chiefs for their contributions." The old shaman held a wooden staff and shouted, and four strangely dressed tall orcs immediately walked out of the Quartet, all of them were fourth-order strength.

Only then did Cheng Xiaotian discover that the Orc army of the Quartet had different clothes and characteristics, and it turned out that they belonged to four different tribes.

The old shaman continued to shout, "But...... I still can't feel the existence of the Earth Spirit, it's been so many years, maybe it's really like Neozu said, the Earth Spirit is dead......"

"No......" The orcs immediately became noisy, all of them looking flustered.

"Nonsense!" There was a rough shout from the north, which suppressed the noise slightly, and the orcs turned their heads to see a tall orc come out of the crowd. The man was dressed in a variegated animal skin robe, holding a wooden stick full of feathers of various colors, and his gaze swept the audience majestically.

When the old shaman saw this orc, his eyes showed a hint of reverence, and he shouted, "Chief Fenreth of the Thunder King Clan, please speak your opinion. ”

The orc known as Fenreth slowly raised the wooden staff in his hand, and his deep words echoed across the grassland, "No one can kill the spirit of the earth, no one can do it, why should you listen to the words of the Shadow Moon Clan?" It's just a lie made up to enslave us! ”

When these words came out, the noise was louder, the orcs were excited, and the voices of tens of thousands of people gathered together and resounded in the sky.

"As the chief of the clan, I also have the right to communicate with the ancestors, and below, I will enter the land of the ancestors and personally communicate with the earth!" Fenreth yelled at the sky.

After a moment of silence on the grassland, an earth-shattering cheer suddenly erupted, and the atmosphere instantly reached its peak. But when the five people hiding in Stonehenge heard this, they were like falling into an ice cave, and if he came in, wouldn't everyone be exposed......

Thinking of the sea of orcs outside, the four of them couldn't help but shudder, looked at each other, and finally focused their eyes on the trembling Albela.

"Captain, it's time again, this time we'll listen to you." The old donkey snorted.

Ellebella snorted, woke up in horror, and looked at her three men in despair.

At this time, amid the cheers of the crowd, the great chief of the Thunder King clan, Fenris, had already broken away from the formation and slowly walked down.

His expression was solemn, his expression was solemn, and his chest was straight. Behind him, tens of thousands of orcs held their breath, their eyes following his footsteps and moving towards Stonehenge.

"Ancestors, please allow me to enter your territory, the orcs need your guidance to take me to listen to the voice of the earth." As Fenreth approached, he whispered affectionately, but to the ears of the members of the Raging Sea, it was like a talisman.

"Captain!" The old donkey lay on the ground and glanced at it, then turned his head and lowered his voice to urge urgently.

"It seems that we will become slaves, and if we don't do it, we will be burned to the death to worship our ancestors." Ildonis sighed.

Anthony nodded and thought deeply, and ran to someone's ancestral grave, and it is estimated that it is light to be burned. By the way, it's him, who urinated here last night, and I don't know which grave he drenched.

The captain is the captain after all, and after the initial panic, Ellebella looked at it and finally gave the order. She sat on the ground, straightened her waist, and said in a deep voice: "Now, I have authorized this matter to be handled by Mr. Cheng of Dawn Sky, the order has been given, and it will be executed immediately!" ”

After saying that, her petite body went soft, and she leaned against the stone with a desperate face, with a posture of resignation.

did not disappoint them, Cheng Xiaotian appeared at the right time, looked at Ellebella with a smile, and nodded in greeting, "Obey, captain." ”

Then he pinched a strange trick and slapped the old donkey's buttocks lying on the ground, and a miracle appeared, and in front of everyone's eyes, the old donkey didn't let out a single fart, and it disappeared out of thin air!

Anthony and Ildonis's eyes lit up at the same time, and then a slap came over, and Anthony was gone!

Ildonis raised his hands and gestured vigorously at Cheng Xiaotian, the meaning was obvious-hurry up and come at me!

didn't disappoint him, a slap was slapped, only a crisp sound of "pop" was heard, and now only the stunned captain remained.

"Don't slap your face!" Ellebella screamed, and after a slap in the face, she disappeared.

Fenreth, who was about to enter Stonehenge, was stunned for a moment, just now, he seemed to hear someone talking, could it be......

"If hope hadn't deceived me, then had I heard the voice of my ancestors?" Fenreth asked tentatively and whispered.

There was no response, only the sound of the wind whimpering, and Fenreth listened for a moment, a look of disappointment on his face. However, he was unwilling to retreat, and with a mission, under the gaze of tens of thousands of orcs, he firmly raised his feet and stepped into Stonehenge.

He had just stepped forward on his front feet when suddenly, a erratic voice sounded in front of him, "Fenris, my descendant, why are you here to disturb my slumber?" (To be continued.) )