Looking at the blood-jade-like ox hoof armor in Tamil's hand, Xi Tong wondered in his heart, this is a win?

Orcs are too vegetable, aren't they?

In Tamil's words, it's not that you play well, it's that the opponent plays too badly.

However, Xi Tong does not think that the Minotaur chieftain is greedy for life and afraid of death, and it is impossible for him to be taken away because his heirs are controlled by others.

There must be unknown reasons.

Soon, the Minotaur Chief was branded as a Terra Stone energy chip, and everything about it was presented to Xi Tong.

"I see!"

Oxen, like foxes and tortoises, are congenitally psychic beasts, possess a talent for divination, and can perceive the trajectory of fate, albeit only slightly.

For example, in the oracle bone inscription, "jia" refers to the tortoise shell, and the "bone" is the cow bone.

The Minotaur Chieftain is also very capable in this regard, so the moment the world passage opens, it senses a bad omen.

Before, my eyes were staring at the meat on the plate, but I didn't know that I was also on the dining table, let alone that this table was placed on a chopping board that was ten thousand times larger.

As the war progressed, this bad omen became clearer and heavier, eventually leading it to make the most difficult choice of the cow's life.

Minotaur chieftain, superior god, 8-star pinnacle, with 9-star potential.

In fact, to be able to achieve great perfection in a kind of rule and reach the cultivation of the superior god, all have the potential to win 9 stars, but the difficulty is that the foundation is insufficient and the accumulation is not enough.

That's why it's so good that you get dizzy.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is a blessing in disguise, and it is on the thickest thigh of the heavens and all worlds, although it is indirectly hugging the thigh.

Tamil wielded the Bloody Hoof Creation Artifact, which was indeed a bloody raft, wiping out millions of orcs in an instant.

"Who else!"

Hearing His Majesty's words, many of the barbarians present echoed "Who else", and their mounts roared and roared.

Finally, after three sounds, none of the orcs dared to stand.

At this time, a piercing laughter came from the sky, and the person who spoke was thousands of miles away, but it had the effect of being close at hand.

"We're still fighting, and the beast god has already descended first. It's funny! ”

"Hahaha, is this the orc clan that will never be slaved?"

"Coward! Soft eggs! It's ridiculous! ”

Hearing this heart-wrenching taunt, many of the orcs on the verge of outburst could no longer maintain restraint and roared to their feet.

Then, the bloody hooves landed, and they could no longer stand up.

"Hahaha, good, this is the real orc!"

"What about your backbone, what about your blood? Did they all disappear with this coward? ”

"Stand up, hahahaha, be a coward for a lifetime, or be a glorious hero, even if it's only for a few seconds!"

The orcs, who did not want to be slaves, could not withstand the demagogy and incitement, and roared to their feet, even if they died, they could not stop their surging passion.

However, Tamil did not have any sympathy.

One kills one, two kills a pair.

After all, when he first started, he played the law of eleven killing, and he was so ruthless to his own race, let alone a different race.

In the end, Tamil played directly with Zhulian.

The bloody hooves of the left hand and the right hand deceived themselves, and the bloody hooves falling from the air instantly expanded tenfold, not only trampling those who were jumping into powder, but also connecting the people around them.

If he could, Tamil would love to kill all the orcs present.

It's a pity that now is the time to employ people, thousands of extraterritorial gods and demons have invaded, and their own manpower is already stretched, and it is a great good thing to be able to bring orcs under their command.

Of course, it must be an orc who truly submits, and not the kind that jumps back at any time with all kinds of lofty ideals.

Tamil turned and looked in the direction the voice had come from.

"Next one, it's you!"

The voice laughed wildly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the southernmost part of the continent! I am the god of war, and I am here to dig your grave. ”

Tamil shook his head slowly, "Keep digging, be careful, because you'll be using it soon." ”

With that, he raised his hand and summoned the Transformers.

However, this time the Transformers are different, but a huge ship shape - a ship floating in the air.

"All, board!"

The barbarians left some of their members to clean the battlefield and treat the wounded, while the rest all called on their mounts and boarded the ships.

There was a flash of light at the entrance of the battleship, and as soon as the barbarians and their mounts stepped over this light, they immediately shrank ten times in size, that is, the actual load of this huge battleship of a thousand meters long was ten or a hundred times that of its appearance.

Not to mention loading barbarians, it is more than enough to carry the orcs.

The orcs also formed a queue and walked towards the majestic battleship.

The closer he got to the battleship, the more the Minotaur Chief could feel the greatness of this world, and the other party was definitely not the barbarians who wielded bone sticks in his imagination, but a group of ......

The Minotaur chieftain didn't know how to express it in words, so he could only comfort himself with "food and shelter".

The old dragon looked at the battleship that was even bigger than himself, and wondered in his heart.

How did it fly?

Why doesn't it have fluctuations of divine power?

At this time, the battleship moved, it quickly rose into the air, and when it reached a certain height, it rushed to the south like a sharp sword.

So fast!

There was only a brilliant tail of light left in the air!

Although this speed is not as fast as the god-level ability of the old dragon, it is also a rare existence in the secular world.

In just half an hour, the battleship arrived at the southern end of the civilized world from the northern end of the civilized world, and appeared in the direction where the god of war landed.

The god of war is not as poor as the beast god, he has a deep foundation in this world and is the official belief of a superpower.

Therefore, the god of war performed his miracles in Alexandria, the capital of the Lomut Empire.

At this moment, the entire Lomut Empire fell into a frenzied atmosphere, and both religious and non-religious people fell to their knees and offered their faith to their gods.

After all, this is a religion with a 10,000-year-old heritage, and the tenets of this religion have long permeated every aspect of the empire, infiltrating people's lives and customs.

Moreover, war is the most irrational thing that can easily make people lose their minds, and it is also the root of evil that cannot be eradicated by human beings, the source of all evil.

This is also where the confidence of the god of war lies.

War will never die, and the only way to eliminate war is another war.

So, he will never fail!

Whoever wins, is still his follower.

It's just a pity that he was wrong.

If the strength is equal, it is war, and if the strength is not equal, it can only be crushing.

The huge battleship slowly stopped.

Ahead, a thick fog of war hung down from the sky, shrouding the intersection of the two worlds, and it was like an iron bucket that shrouded the capital of the Lomut Empire.

The battle flag fluttered and the barriers were tight.

With little to worry about the god of war, the people of the empire spontaneously hung the battle flags issued by the temple and enshrined the unique symbol of the god of war.

Therefore, the power of the God of War expands faster and occupies a wider territory.

Without even sending a single soldier, he easily harvested hundreds of millions of devout believers who could die at any time.

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