"How could this be?" said Sgal, looking at his injured hand in disbelief, wondering why his own people were attacking him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This guy's brain has been smashed" The tyrant directly ignored the matter, thinking that this was an orc with a broken brain, and rushed towards the human with a war hammer.

Sgar looked at the corpse on the ground in shock, he subconsciously felt that this matter was not so simple, but there was not so much time for him to think about it at this time, all the orcs rushed over with the tyrant, and Sgal had to put aside the thoughts in his mind and join the battle.

As soon as the tyrant struck, no one could stop him, and his fat body was like a stone tower, blocking the iron bullets of the human musketeers.

"Look!" the tyrant threw his hammer into the ground with both hands.

"Boom!" The blow was like an earthquake, and everywhere the hammer went, the earth collapsed, and clods of earth flew everywhere, killing a large number of humans and sweeping away the surrounding area.

The tyrant was like a long cone, forcibly breaking the defense of the humans, and the orcs behind were able to attack the opponent's military formation, desperately waving the weapons in their hands, and at the same time they also drank the madness potion in the shell, and the combat effectiveness increased several times in an instant, forcibly disrupting the human formation.

"Hahaha" The tyrant stood in place and laughed presumptuously, no one dared to approach his side at all, and a human was helplessly pushed down at the tyrant's feet in the crowd, which immediately attracted the attention of this orc.

"Huh?" the tyrant thrust his hammer into the ground, bent down to lift the human soldier up with both hands, two long breaths pouring out of his nostrils and spraying his face.

"No, don't kill me!Leave me alone!Please!" The soldier had not eaten the Ming translation fruit, so he could not understand what the orcs were saying, and the reason why he begged for mercy was purely subconscious.

But the tyrant is different, as the chief of the Tiege tribe, he has naturally eaten the Ming translation fruit, and when he heard the human in his hand begging for mercy, a sense of ridicule struck his heart.

"Do you want to survive?" asked the tyrant.

"You...... Can I understand what you're saying?" said the soldier, and for a moment he gave up even begging for mercy.

"That's not the point, I'll give you a chance to survive" The tyrant probed his face into the other's face, touching even the tip of his nose.

"What...... What chances...... Facing such a vicious orc, the soldier couldn't help but swallow the saliva in his mouth after speaking.

"I ask you, where are the men who command you," the tyrant asked.

"You mean...... General Haigl?" The soldier looked uncertainly into the tyrant's eyes, his body held up in the air by the other party and could not be put down.

"Hegel?" Hearing the name, the tyrant felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"General, he's been in hiding since he was assassinated, and no one knows where the general is except the guards around him......"

"I see" The tyrant nodded, twisting his head violently with both hands, and with a "click", the poor soldier died on the spot.

"Then you don't have any use for it" The tyrant threw the corpse in his hand to the ground like garbage, pulled out the war hammer he had planted in the ground, and joined the battle again.

......

No one had noticed that the orcs who had drunk the potion of madness were attacking indiscriminately, whether humans or orcs, if they approached them, they would definitely be attacked.

This also led to some orcs fighting each other and eventually being captured by human skinnets.

This situation was gradually noticed by Sgal, and the cannibalism and irrational behavior between the orcs made him feel a little strange, so Sgal deliberately pulled an orc who was fighting, who knew that the other party turned his head in a daze, and when he saw Sgal in front of him, he immediately became angry, and cut the axe in his hand directly.

Sgal hurriedly dodged, he was now completely sure that these orcs had lost their sense of self and were no longer warriors of the Iron Song Tribe, Sgal tested multiple orcs in a row, and found that the other party was unified with this kind of performance.

"Why are these people like this?" Sgal was puzzled, and even the attack was much slower, and at that moment, a fireball flew from somewhere, right in front of Sgal's head.

If he was hit, his life was in danger, and a black shadow jumped a few steps in succession, blocking behind Sgal, and bearing the fireball for him, but on closer inspection, it was the bloated figure of the tyrant.

"What are you dazed, do you want to die?" the tyrant scolded with his back to Sgal, if he hadn't arrived just in time, even if this fireball was not powerful enough to kill Sgal.

"Tyrant...... Something happened," Sgal turned around with a heavy face and said, "I suspect there is something wrong with the madness potion that God guy gave us, although they did gain great power after drinking it, but they did not leave a little self-awareness, everyone only knows how to attack"

"Didn't he say it before, taking too much will lead to losing his mind, maybe our amount is still too much, whatever, just be able to win the human race" The tyrant didn't take Sgal's discovery to heart, what if he lost his mind, the orcs who drank the madness potion only accounted for one-tenth of the number of the Iron Song tribe and could drag the humans like this, the tyrant didn't care about the condition of the clan at all, as long as he drove these human armies out of the oasis.

"You go back first, look at the way you look, how you fight" The tyrant shoved Sgal, motioning for him to leave quickly.

"But ......"

"Fuck off," the tyrant scolded with a smile, slamming a hammer into the human soldiers rushing in front of him.

The battle in the residential area is becoming more and more intense, and the orcs are retreating step by step due to the numerical inferiority, and even with the madness potion, there is no way to recover most of it.

Sgar looked at the tyrant who rushed into the crowd, the doubts in his heart became heavier and heavier, he had to listen to the tyrant's words for the sake of the Iron Song tribe, and ran towards the Iron Song City, whether it was a matter of madness potion or not, he decided not to allow the orcs of the Iron Song tribe to drink the diluted madness potion again, in this way, without human destruction, the Iron Song tribe itself will self-destruct, and all the clansmen will become irrational beasts.

"Those two people, there is definitely a problem!" On the way back, Sgal kept thinking about the figures of God and the Celestials, and the other party's words and expressions seemed so strange at this moment, and questions that had not been carefully thought about before also surfaced one by one at this time.

"Why did they take the initiative to ask for cooperation from the Iron Song Tribe, but they never said anything about the cooperation, and finally it didn't appear until the humans attacked Iron Song City?"

"Why did these two stay in Iron Song City after sending the madness potion, are they waiting for something?"

When Sgar came to God's room, God and the Celestials had long since lost their traces, and they didn't know where they went, Sgar quickly turned around and ran to the pot that contained the madness potion, and saw that there were still many orcs here who were planning to use the shells in their hands to scoop the madness potion, and Sgal's heart was angry, and he ran directly over and kicked the pot to the ground, and the precious madness potion was swayed all over the ground. (To be continued.) )