Nitanoin walked towards the Iron Song City in a bulky manner, his huge body moving around the earth resounding with an earthquake and shaking the mountain, and the orcs on the Iron Song City Wall all looked at it with fear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The chief is coming" I don't know who shouted, and each orc worm subconsciously looked behind him, and saw the figure of the tyrant walking up from under the city wall.

"Tyrant" "Tyrant" "Tyrant" "Tyrant"

Each orc greeted him, but received only an understated nod.

"Tyrant, is this Netain" Gabir gave way and stood behind the tyrant, and no one but their chief had seen what Netain really looked like.

"That's right......" The tyrant pressed his arm, and the place where the Netanine flesh had been implanted began to stir, as if something was about to break free.

This world is very large, and the territory occupied by humans from orcs is only one-fifth of the area of this world, and there are many alien races in the remaining land, some of them are strong and some are weak, and the weak can only submit to the strong, just like humans and orcs did in the beginning.

The Nitanein is an extremely powerful race, but unfortunately they have not evolved intelligent brains, at most they are a little higher than ordinary magical beasts, and it is precisely because of this that humans can successfully catch a Nitanein.

"I've been lucky enough to find the remains of a fellow man of this guy, the power of this race is so strong, I even spend a lot of time thinking, what kind of power the dragon on the legendary Dragon Peak will have, this world is so wonderful, how can we spend our lives in this cage-like desolate plain, human beings are too despicable" The tyrant looked at Nitain like a rare treasure, the flesh and blood of Nitaine he implanted had been rotten for a long time, and the power had passed for a long time, resulting in the current state of strength in his body was not at its peak, even so, the tyrant was also one of the top orc warriors in the three major divisions of the oasis.

"This time, I will get the freshest flesh and blood of Netanin" Seeing that Netaine had already walked within five hundred meters in front of Iron Song City, the tyrant took off the shoulder armor he was wearing, and saw that the muscles and skin in that part had all turned into the form of soft ropes and floated up, pointing in the direction of Netain from afar.

The tyrant's body began to appear faint brown fluff, and three horns grew from the left, middle and right positions of his forehead, and the most surprising thing was that on the tyrant's back, four small bulges appeared inexplicably, growing larger and larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally formed four grapefruit-sized meat bags.

"Open" the tyrant gritted his teeth and shouted, and the four meat buns exploded one after another, and four arms stretched out from the meat buns, dancing wildly behind the tyrant, this look was very similar to Nitanein walking towards Iron Song City, as if it was a miniature version.

"Bah!" he stepped on the edge of the wall, and the tyrant stood up, ignoring how tall it was, and yelled at Nitanein in the distance.

At this moment, the tyrant completely changed his voice, and there was some resemblance to the voice of Nanitanoin, which immediately attracted the attention of the other party.

"Boom" retracted the leg that had stepped out, and a huge footprint immediately appeared on the ground, and Netanin looked blankly ahead, as if he was hesitating whether he had heard the voice of his fellow clan just now.

"What's going on, why don't you move?" looked at the crescent moon jade in his hand, he had clearly given the order to smash the Iron Song City, but this was the case with Netanin.

"Come and find the magician who gave me this piece of jade, why does it seem to be out of control?" said Haigel, and immediately someone brought a magician in a robe.

"General Heigl, I heard you're talking about me?" the magician asked.

"This thing just now couldn't control Nitanoin," Hagel handed the meniscus to the magician.

"How come" The magician took the crescent moon jade, and subconsciously gave Nikaine an order, to find that Nikain was really standing motionless, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"It feels like it's ...... Nitanoin was infected by something, General, let me try again" An extra magic circle appeared in the magician's hand, enveloping the entire Crescent Emerald in it, and slowly turned it.

"Attack!"

I saw that Nitan's body, which had been stopped in place, immediately began to act involuntarily, and its thick thighs walked towards Iron Song City step by step, and the four arms behind it were raised high, with the momentum of smashing into the city wall.

How could the tyrant see such a thing happening, he jumped out of the city, and the terrifying leaping force even made the tyrant step on the spot with a deep footprint, and the whole person was like a cannonball, shooting straight towards Nitain.

"My compatriot, leave your body here" The tyrant clenched his hands into fists, and Netaine watched the little thing fly towards his body, and grabbed it with one arm, not taking the tyrant to heart.

"Shh

Four flashes of white light flashed, and the tyrant passed through Nitanoin's palm unscathed, leaving a huge wound on its palm.

"Familiar taste" The tyrant sniffed greedily at the blood between his fingers, and even threw the piece of flesh scraped from Nitanoin's hand into his mouth.

"Perfect, it's perfect, this is the flesh and blood of the undamaged Netanin" The orc looked insane, completely oblivious to what kind of beast he was facing in front of him.

Nitanein was also a little angry with this little thing, although it felt a hint of his countryman from the tyrant's body, but because of the control of the human side, Nitanein had lost his mind to think.

The tyrant was extremely fast, relying on the four arms behind his back to constantly climb on Nitanoin's body, and all twenty fingers were covered with steel fingers by the tyrant, which could easily be inserted into Nitanoin's body, leaving a deep mark with each attack, from which Nitanoin's blood flowed.

The tyrant is like an ant crawling on a tiger, and no matter how strong Netanin is, he cannot pose a threat to him, after all, a tiger cannot catch an ant.

Enraged, Nittain had no choice but to pound the earth frantically to vent his anger and the wounds inflicted on him by the tyrant.

"Who is that orc? can hurt Nitanoin to such an extent," the mage holding the crescent jade muttered to himself, looking at the orc beating on Nitanoin's body.

Everyone didn't know, but Haigl knew very well in his heart that he had blocked many resistance wars launched by orcs, participated in many battles with orcs, and for him who was very familiar with orcs, that orc was a guy that Haigel was so familiar with him that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

"The chief of the Iron Song tribe, the tyrant" Haigl stepped out of the iron chariot, and Nitanein was a crucial step for them to break through the Iron Song City, if Nitanein could not break the walls of Iron Song City, then the human army would have to spend some more cost and strength.

"General, do you need to send some men to stop the orc?" the guard asked.

"No, just let Netaine drag him, and we'll attack the city directly," Hagel was very decisive.

"Siege, but general, we haven't all arrived yet," the guard exhorted.

"This is a good opportunity, Siege!" (To be continued.) )