"Chief, enemy attack!" Just as Yang Xiu was eating the roast leg of lamb in his hand, an orc who was supposed to be on guard rushed in from outside the territory of the Black Iron Tribe, and he ran to Gus's side, quickly recounting what he had discovered. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is it a human?" Gus frowned, every year on the Deserted Plains, many orcs die at the hands of the human hunting team that came out of the steel fortress, this group of humans hunted down the orcs as prey, and then hunted them brutally, Gus has only heard about the human hunting team from the mouths of other tribes of orcs, but he didn't expect to be bumped into by the Black Iron Tribe today.

"Chief, let me deal with them, these guys are too arrogant, it's not enough to drive the orcs into this hellish place, and dare to come in and provoke" Duronda, as the first warrior of the Black Iron Tribe, had already dropped the roast lamb in his hand and lifted the battle axe.

Gus grabbed him with one hand and said to everyone: "If you can't fight, our Black Iron Tribe can't be less than anyone anymore."

"Orcs fight uselessly!"

"Fight or die!"

"Go out and kill those humans!"

More than a dozen orcs were affected by Duronda, and they all took up their weapons and stood up and roared.

Yang Xiu was stunned when he heard that there was a trace of a human being outside the Black Iron Tribe, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, in which Ges blocked behind him and used his body to resist an iron bullet shot out of the darkness, originally this iron bullet was going to shoot himself, but because of Gus, the last person who died became Gus.

"What's the situation?" Yang Xiu put down the leg of mutton in his hand in surprise, could it be that Gus would die?

"No, we have to leave, the Black Iron Tribe must pass on, you're all dead, and Black Iron is gone!" Gus said angrily.

"Chief, if we just run away, it looks like we're scared of those people," Duronda said unwillingly.

"Do you know why I will let Yang Xiu be the new chief? Look at how you can lead the Black Iron Tribe with such a temper, you don't have the calmness and thinking that a chief should have, let you lead the Black Iron, you will only go to destruction, follow me, the Black Iron Tribe cannot perish" Under Gus's strong order, the orcs called back the last sentry outside and evacuated in the other direction.

It's a pity that Antus has already sent people to surround the way out around the Black Iron Tribe, looking at the dozen orcs who fled in panic, Antus smiled and picked up a musket, and with the torch in the hands of the soldier next to him, aimed at an orc who was fleeing.

"Snap" the muzzle of the gun lit up.

An orc beside Yang Xiu immediately fell to the ground, and on the back of his bare head, a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared, and blood flowed out in a loud manner, and it seemed that he had lost his life.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu's eyes flickered, everything around him seemed to fall into a standstill, and all the orcs' movements slowed down, as if they were playing in slow motion.

"Yang Xiu, run!" Gus, who was walking at the back, saw Yang Xiu stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull him up.

Antus's nephew happened to see this scene with his glasses, and shouted with some surprise: "Uncle, there is a human in that group of orcs!"

"Oh, dare to mix with orcs, what a cheap guy, you must not let this kind of person live in the world in the name of human beings" Antus directly aimed the musket in his hand, and directly locked on to Yang Xiu.

"Hurry up, these human weapons can kill people from a long distance" Old Gus dragged Yang Xiu and ran forward, at this time, a chill permeated Old Gus's heart, and the reaction he had practiced in battle since he was a child made him block Yang Xiu for the first time and rushed to the side.

"Smack!" Antos flashed his musket.

"Poof!"

"Chief Gus!"

When Duronda and the other orcs roared, Yang Xiu moved, and he grabbed the musket iron bullet that had flown into Gus, and the spinning iron bullet drilled into his palm, and a large amount of blood immediately flowed out.

Yang Xiu...... You" Gus looked at Yang Xiu, who was constantly gushing blood fountains in his palm, and couldn't help but be very surprised, this is a human musket, someone can actually catch an iron bullet in the air, this is too fake, right?

Yang Xiu frowned, only to see that his palm began to squirm on its own, squeezing the iron bullet out of his palm, and the last ** left behind was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A smile appeared on the old orc's face, Yang Xiu had such strength to prove that his vision was correct, Yang Xiu would definitely be able to leave the Steel Fortress with the Black Iron Tribe.

He took out a yellowed finger bone from his arms and handed it directly to Yang Xiu.

"What is this?"

"It's the most precious thing of the Black Iron Tribe, it's called the sacrificial finger bone, and it has mysterious powers," Gus explained.

"Priest phalanges?" Yang Xiu inexplicably felt that something inside his body seemed to be awakening, as if a sleeping tiger was about to wake up.

Looking back at the human hunting team, they had all surrounded, and Antus looked at the people of the Black Iron Tribe with a one-handed musket: "Run, why don't you run?"

"You just wanted to kill me?" Yang Xiu looked at this guy coldly, he didn't know why, he was particularly disgusted with this person, as if he had done something that made him angry.

"That's right, you bastard, you actually stay with orcs, you don't deserve to be a human, it's just right to die" Antous smiled carelessly, he had an army, a gun, and a dozen orcs were not his opponents at all.

"Go open the fourth carriage, it's time for my warriors to have dinner," Antos shouted excitedly.

The soldiers of the hunting team hurriedly ran to the carriage at the end of the group, and heard a low exhalation sound in the carriage, which made people feel a little creepy, and the two soldiers stepped forward to open the door of the carriage, and saw that in the dim carriage, three hounds with mixed coats and shapes as big as a calf were lying quietly on the ground, and these three vicious dogs had hideous faces, fangs exposed, and a large amount of saliva flowed out of them.

"Go and pull it out," the captain of the hunting party ordered, but none of the soldiers around made a move, but looked at each other, not daring to approach the three hounds.

"I said pull it out, can't you hear me?" grabbed the nearest soldier near him, and the captain shouted loudly, throwing him directly into the carriage.

"Wang!" Feeling the breath of the living creature, the three-day hound suddenly stood up and pounced fiercely on the hapless soldier.

"Help me, save me!" Although the hound had a muzzle on his mouth to prevent biting, the soldier still shrunk into a ball in panic, and for three days the hound tried to bite it to pieces through the muzzle, and his thick calves stepped directly on the soldier's body, pressing him unable to move.

"Now," said the captain of the hunting team again, and immediately several soldiers climbed into the carriage with thick chains, put the chains on the heads of the hounds, and dragged the three big guys out of the carriage with great difficulty.