"Throw everything in your hand at me!" Sgar shouted, although the human siege is a great power at the moment, if in order to repel the human race, all the orcs of the Iron Song Tribe drink that inferior madness potion, in the end, it is the Iron Song Tribe itself that will cause trouble. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's wrong Sgal?" asked the orc, puzzled.

"There's something wrong with this thing, don't touch it, and besides, go and inform all the clansmen that the madness potion can't be drunk anymore" Sgar didn't care to explain, it still had to find God, the culprit, the madness potion was brought by him, if there was an antidote, it must be on the two of them.

The news of the problem with the madness potion continued to spread throughout the Iron Song tribe through a few orcs, but Sgar still woke up too much, and more than half of the orcs drank the madness potion one after another to join the battle with the humans, and the situation could not be stopped.

On the observation tower, the tallest building in the Iron Song Tribe, the God that Sgar had been looking for stood alone, and the Celestial did not know where he had gone.

This observation deck overlooks most of the Iron Song City, including the residential areas where humans and orcs are most at odds with each other.

"Very good, very good" God couldn't help but nod, his plan had already begun the first step, and it was not far from receiving the entire Iron Song Tribe.

God took out a glass tube potion from his bosom, and it turned out to be a mad potion that had not been given to the tyrant.

"The Iron Song City will be a thing of the past" God put the finger of his right hand into his mouth, and bit down on it despite the pain, biting off a piece of flesh from his finger belly.

The moment it touched the potion of madness, the flesh seemed to be incinerated, and a large number of bubbles bubbled out directly in the potion of the potion of madness, and under God's gaze, the flesh and blood finally completely melted into the potion of madness, changing the color of the potion to an incomparably bloody red.

The hand holding the glass tube flipped down, and all the chemicals in the tube flowed backwards, and strangely, as soon as these drugs touched the air, they immediately volatilized into a colored and odorless gas, and floated towards the residential area consciously.

"Let's mess up, let's mess up, only in this way will my revenge be more interesting......"

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Once the tyrant fights at all, he can't stop at all, the hammer breaks his armor along the way, no one is his enemy under the hammer, gradually, no one can keep up with the tyrant's footsteps, he alone went deep into the center of the human army array, isolated and helpless, the tyrant killed more happily, four arms from his back agitated, it was like a tiger with wings.

The situation here immediately attracted the attention of Haigel's side, and too many soldiers died in this position, causing the corpses to pile up in a mountain, and the tyrant stood higher and higher in this mountain of corpses, which was very conspicuous.

The musketeer's iron projectile didn't react at all to the tyrant, and the toughness that Nitanin brought to him was terrifying, and it didn't hurt him at all if it wasn't for powerful magic.

"It's a tyrant, it's become more powerful after so long" Although it was an enemy, Haigl couldn't help but praise when he saw this scene.

"General, this orc, our soldier is no match for him at all, it's better to let the magician adults who didn't make a move deal with him earlier," one of the commanders urged.

The longer this time is delayed, the more people will die, and the humans entered the Silent Plains this time to conquer all the orcs, and there are many tribes to deal with in addition to the Iron Song tribe, and they can't consume all their forces here.

"Go find the three most powerful magicians who came with you this time, they should be able to hold this tyrant behind" Haigel didn't know that at this moment, one of the three magicians was killed and one was injured, and his strength was not as good as before.

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"Magician Dameron, now I need your help" When the people sent by Haigl found Dameron, he was sitting next to Thorpe with a book, because the ironclad chariot could not enter the Iron Song City, some heavy troops were all left outside the city, and it happened that Thorpe was injured, and Dameron simply stayed outside.

"What's wrong?" asked Dominion, closing the book in his hand, puzzled.

"The chief of the Iron Song tribe personally took action, no one is his opponent at all, General Haigl asked me to come to you for help"

"Okay, then I'll go over here" Dameron glanced at Thorpe lying on the plank and nodded, and after letting another magician look after him for him, he followed the Commander towards the Iron Song City.

"Humans are really a bunch of waste, the body is so fragile, is there no warrior who can fight with me" The hill at the tyrant's feet has accumulated two meters high, standing there like a flock of chickens, very conspicuous, but no one can deal with him.

The four arms behind the tyrant's back picked up the melee weapons used by human soldiers, and were able to kill many people even without a heavy hammer.

"Dameron Magician, that's the orc," the Commander said, pointing to the tyrant on the Mountain of Corpses.

The "Storm Prison" Damilon Staff struck the ground, and a magic array rose out of thin air, instantly enveloping the top of the tyrant's head.

"Huh?" Before the tyrant could react, countless blades of wind surrounded the place where he stood, like a prison, trapping the tyrant inside.

"Magic, he looks like a powerful magician," the tyrant rejoiced, not intending to destroy the Wind Prison, but quietly waiting for Damilon to have any other means.

"Suffocation" Dameron turned his right hand, and the air in the entire prison was immediately squeezed out, and less and less oxygen was enough to suffocate anyone.

"Ahem......" The tyrant smiled disdainfully, his body swelled wildly in a hurry, and this prison couldn't hold his body at all, and he was quickly squeezed apart.

The tyrant was five meters tall and stood there like a giant, and the soldiers around him involuntarily fell backwards, knowing that they could never be the match for this orc.

"Million Wind Blades" Damilon double-handed cane, the gems on the end of the staff lit up faintly, and a visible wind element floated out of it, Damilon was a little in front of him, and countless wind blades rushed unreasonably in the direction of the tyrant, and the wind swept away, and the footsteps of others could not stand firmly.

The number of millions of wind blades was too many to count, and it was very majestic, and the tyrant swung it out with a hammer in both hands, and slammed it towards the one in front of him.

"Smack!"

The wind blade was not at all against the tyrant's thousand catties of power, and directly burst into pieces in an instant, and the subsequent wind blades were intercepted by this, and they collided together one after another, bursting and scattering into countless elements.

But the Million Wind Blades were too many, and the tyrant was forcibly repelled by a huge force, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Damilon Magician is really powerful" A group of high-ranking military officials stood in the distance as if watching a play, watching Damilon and the tyrant keep fighting, and all the people nearby withdrew, handing them an open field to fight.

While everyone was paying attention to the situation in the field, no one noticed a burst of reddish smoke drifting from the distant sky, and this smoke was blown by the breeze and quickly filled the entire battlefield.

The smoke was colorless and odorless, and it was impossible to detect it without looking closely at it after it was thin, and everyone inhaled it into their stomachs in their breaths. (To be continued.) )