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Generously dying, using their stumps as the most effective weapon to attack their enemies, the orcs roared and rushed towards the wounded dragon, the tight dragon scales could not achieve all-round protection after all, mouth, eyes, wings...... A deafening explosion of flesh and blood slammed into the dragon's weak parts, whining and rolling it.

The behemoth's body kept tumbling, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.

The remnants of the orcs were thrown everywhere by the air waves, the blood of the dragon and the blood of the orcs were mixed together, and slowly accumulated into a small lake, the tragic suicide attacks never stopped, the orcs automatically divided the front and back according to the position in the village, age and family situation, only ten people were dispatched at a time, and they pressed it up in a row, orderly, tragic and dignified.

With no one in command, the village elders and the best hunters had already rushed forward in the first wave of attacks.

And this group of disorganized, undisciplined and commanderless orcs did not need anyone's command, no one retreated, no one ventured, they would rush forward with all their might when it was their turn, and fight for a chance to die together.

If the orcs died generously to protect their families, Sigmar was the one who set the remains of these true warriors on fire, exchanging their bones for the hope of victory.

He was born in a traditional and civilized country in his previous life, with a complex of being in the ground, watching the corpses of the half-orcs that he despised at the beginning, but now he admires and shocks turn into flowers of death in his hands, no one can understand the fury and sadness in his heart, he usually doesn't even want to fiddle with the corpses he doesn't know, but at this moment he is forced to beat a group of admirable people to the bones with necromancy, but he must continue to persevere, this time to make an exception, he is willing, and willing to bear the consequences.

The more times like this, the less emotional you can be.

Sigma forced himself to calm down, like a sophisticated instrument, controlling the frequency of the spell, and he wanted to leave enough magic to release the Death Finger, at the most correct time.

That's right, not now, it's not yet.

Sigma forcibly suppressed the urge to use the Finger of Death, the dragon had not been weakened enough to release the Finger of Death, and now he could only injure it, and he was going to leave the damned bastard behind to comfort those who had generously died.

Only by killing him could the Great Elder's sacrifice be of the greatest significance.

There are still orcs whose blood is boiling, and they sacrifice their lives to death for the smallest of determinations.

There is also a sigma who is as calm as an emotionless killing machine, unhurriedly following the planned pace, unleashing the most stable and efficient corpse explosion.

The dragon was surrounded by blood-angry orcs at its core, and was overwhelmed by the vicious corpse explosions that kept him from looking up.

In the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed that the blood pool mixed with the blood of dragons and half-orcs seemed to be attracted by some mysterious power, branching out a thin line of blood, winding in a certain direction, and no one noticed that a strange spiritual resonance slowly appeared among the generous and sad half-orcs, who were tragic because of the sacrifice of their compatriots, strong because of their fearlessness, and stood together to protect their most precious families, at the cost of their lives, to jointly challenge the seemingly invincible strong enemy.

Their souls have a certain mysterious resonance because of this strange commonality, when they fight side by side and rush to death together, they feel each other's determination, share their sorrow and anger, the strength of their souls is increased explosively by this experience, as if some power is pouring out from the depths of the body, the body is constantly boiling with strong emotional fluctuations at the moment, and the pure body is active, boiling, screaming, and transforming, reaching the critical point of explosion......

It's the turn of the younger generation.

Wolf Bone Duo led the charge.

He seemed to be the most ferocious cheetah, leaping vigorously onto the dragon's back, he was no longer silent and solemn, the death of his elders and companions made him rage, roaring, a pair of iron fists frantically hammered the solid dragon scales, roaring like a leopard, the blood of the beast made him bloodthirsty and crazy. They are half-orcs, the taboo of the fusion of the blood of the human race and the blood of the beast, but they also inherited the unique characteristics of the two, the strong feelings of human beings, the fighting instinct of the beasts, these two were gradually tempered together by blood and death in this battle of sacrifice and death, the original intention of the temple is nothing more than to create a group of bloodthirsty and loyal, with human wisdom and beast instinct biological weapons, but the half-orcs have broken free from the cage of biological weapons because of their sacrifice, The light of a race's soul fully bloomed at this moment.

The wolf bones roared in the sky, and the phantom of a leopard flashed behind him, and at the same time, a colorless energy burst out from the inside of the body, converging like water on a pair of iron fists, and the wolf bones raised their hands high, and the cannon hammer fell suddenly, and the dragon was beaten to a stagger!

Vindictive! It is the most primitive vindictive!

Sigma's eyes widened as she looked at the wolf bones that were screaming in sorrow, and she almost burst into tears.

It's vindictiveness.

In Noren's barbaric era, magic and other skills had not yet been used by the Terrans, the vast land was full of dangers, and the life of the tribe was very difficult, while the elves could gain power from the spirits of nature, the dwarves from boulders and lava, the orcs from the totems of mountains and rivers, the dragons from memory and inheritance, and the humans had nothing.

At that time, human beings tempered their bodies in order to survive and protect, squeezing every trace of sleeping potential, giving shape to the strong emotions surging in their hearts, and bursting out with a magical power called Douqi. Whether it is faith, justice, kindness, protection, sacrifice, or anger, despair, madness, tyranny, cruelty, as long as the will is strong to the extreme, the fighting spirit will respond to you and give you the power to implement your beliefs.

Nowadays, the cultivation of Dou Qi has gradually been systematized, from the black iron level that tempers the body, the bronze level that opens up potential, the silver level that awakens the Dou Qi, the gold level that gives the attribute of the Dou Qi, the Sanctuary level where the Dou Qi is released, and the legendary level where the Dou Qi is transformed...... The cultivation of Dou Qi, which was divided into six orders by the Northern Sword God and explained in detail, gradually formed the standardization of teaching and cultivation, and the cultivation of the warriors began to follow step by step, Sigma originally thought that the scene of awakening the Dou Qi in the desperate situation of fighting and guarding by the ancient sages had become a perfect sound, but in this small valley, from the guardian determination of a group of forbidden half-blood lives, he witnessed the most shocking picture of the Dou Qi blooming beautifully because of the strong will to protect in the absence of a standardized system of cultivation.

The second orc roared in the sky, a colorful tiger catalyzed a violent blood-colored fighting qi, and the nature and strong soul of the beast evolved into a beastly fighting qi that only belonged to the half-orcs.

The third, the fourth.

The spirits of the orcs resonated strongly, sharing each other's determination and emotions, and under the catalysis of this spiritual atmosphere, their souls gradually connected.

Fifth, sixth.

The orcs roared in the sky, and the faint but beautiful fighting spirit bloomed one after another.

All the strong emotions gathered together along with the beast fighting energy, and the continuous gathering and calling, Sigma stopped casting the corpse blast and began to rebuild his magic power, and witnessed this shocking scene.

A smile twinked at the corner of his mouth as he felt the awakening of a powerful soul.

It's a little late, go and give me a chance to create a zào.

Well, over to me.

The silent communication only took a moment, in the direction of the village, a giant dragon's phantom roared from the sky, the terrifying wave of qi overturned the surrounding houses, and in the smoke and dust in the sky, a person with dragon wings on his back slowly walked out.

He looked at the devastated valley and the tragic situation of the river of blood, and suddenly let out a mournful dragon groan.

The half-orc wept in grief, and under the call of the half-orc race, he forcibly woke up and broke out of his shell.

He looked at the dragon covered in wounded wolves, stretched his wings behind him, and his golden eyes revealed a cold killing intent.

Next, it's the Dragon Wars.

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