"How much longer?" said Parr, walking through the wilderness, wondering why a bad thought had arisen in his heart, and the orc priests hailed this phenomenon as gnosis, and could know good and bad. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Could something bad happen...... Parr felt a little bad in his heart, Gnosis is the most effective, and once it appears, it must be a sign of something.

"It's almost there," the surrendering orc hurriedly said, this was an orc priest, and he didn't dare to provoke the other party at all.

"Are you sure that the Scarborough tribe is only a medium tribe?" Parr couldn't help but ask again.

"Absolutely, we often go to the market there to exchange for something," the orc said.

The wind was still blowing strongly, and the sand was somewhat filling people's eyes, and the orcs brought out by Parr couldn't help but cover their eyes to prevent them from being confused.

"Click"

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance, and it seemed that many people were walking towards them, and a large number of black shadows appeared in the yellow wind, coming against the wind.

"Be careful," Parr reminded softly, only to see a group of orcs come out of the yellow wind, and the orc led by him had gray skin and red eyes, and looked very strange.

"Huh, how can there be so many people, it's great, this time the loot is going to be more and more" The orc grinned, his eyes fixed on Parr and the others, it was a look at the prey.

"Loot, you're thinking too much, if you don't want to die, follow me back to my tribe" Parr's arms moved, and the arms hidden in his sleeves were already faintly lit up, and the patterns represented by the four elements lit up their respective colors.

"Get out of here!" The weapon used by this orc was very novel, it turned out to be a long whip made of unknown materials, most of this whip was wrapped around the orc's waist, and the other half was held in his hand, just a flick of the whip, the whip was knocked out like a snake, and the target was Parr's neck.

"Bang" saw an invisible barrier suddenly appear in front of Parr, blocking the orc's attack.

"Huh?" the strange scene stunned the orc, and then said in surprise, "You are an orc priest?"

"You know it's too late" Parr burned his cloak in a raging fire on his left arm, and his right arm whirlwind swept around him, strangulating the cloak into strips of cloth.

The wind matched the fire, the wind rose and the fire rose, Par's hands were combined, the flame in his left hand showed a roaring tiger, the whirlwind in his right hand turned into a huge eagle, and the two beasts rushed out violently towards the orc.

Eagle cries.

Tiger roars.

The orcs didn't have time to react, even if they drank the product of fearless panic, their self-healing abilities couldn't resist Parr's two sorcery at the same time.

Listening to the squeaky incineration words, this orc was directly burned to ashes, and finally blown by the wind, and disappeared from this world.

"Priest, it's a priest" The rest of the people were already too frightened to speak, orc priests are a very powerful profession among orcs, each orc priest has a mysterious power, in the wasteland, where orc priests are seriously lacking, this profession is even more rumored to be miraculous.

After showing his hand, Parr directly shocked these orcs who had just lost their leaders, some of them were members of the Huangyan tribe, and some were captives they had captured from other places, and there were nearly a hundred people in total.

"Earn!" Parr was extremely excited in his heart, what else is this going to the Huangyan tribe, the goal has been exceeded, everyone took this group of orcs to return directly halfway, and returned to the Black Iron Tribe along the previous road.

......

"Chief, the first, second, fourth, and fifth four teams have all returned, only the third team has no news yet" Ta Luoken listened to the report of his subordinates, and asked strangely: "Isn't the place where the third team went to be the closest to Huangyan, it should be the first to come back, why haven't they come back yet?"

"Could it be that something on the road has been delayed, is the chief worried about them?"

"Although the warriors who went out drank the fearless panic given by the priest, it is not an absolutely invincible existence, although the wasteland is the most barren area, but the danger is not much less than that of the oasis on the coast, have you forgotten, there is a mysterious guy in the wasteland recently, it is said that he is huge, no one can withstand his strength, all the tribes that touch this guy have been destroyed, no one can survive, we don't know what this monster is, and we don't know where he is now, you tell the guards, you must be careful, you must not relaxTarokken said that since humans entered the Deserted Plains, strange things have been happening one after another, and many strange things have appeared in the wasteland, including the monster that Taroken said.

"Okay," the orc nodded in response, and ran towards the outskirts of the tribe.

This time, the four teams brought back more than 300 prisoners, crowded in the square of the Huangyan tribe, all of them were heads.

When Taroken arrived, Amos was already there, boiling the potion called Fearless Panic, and Taroken knew that he was going to force the experiment again.

Including the orcs of the Huangyan tribe, as well as every captured captive, Amos will give them a drink of fearless panic, so that they can become powerful warriors they want to see, gray skin, red eyes, this is the symptom of fearless panic potion.

"Lord Priest" Taroken walked up to Amos, this pot was full of thick green bubbles without fear of panic, it looked like poison, most normal people would want to drink this kind of thing into their bodies, but under Amos's compulsion, every new captive was poured into a bowl.

"Uh-uh!"

The user's body was trembling, their eyes were aching, and the orc's green skin had faded with joy, all turning a pale gray, and bloodshot streaks of blood appeared in their eyes, filling the entire pupil.

"Perfect, mass production is really getting easier and easier" Amos nodded with satisfaction, his expression was like a child who had received candy, his face was satisfied, but in Taroken's eyes, Amos's expression was like a demon, a terminally ill demon.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Perhaps sensing Taroken's gaze, Amos turned his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel like you're having a lot of fun just now, Priest."

"Happy, yes, I'm happy," Amos leaned into his iron staff, "Fearless Panic is the greatest research of my life, and if it can be developed successfully, this is a more powerful potion than the Potion of Madness, and it is the hope of the orcs to escape from the Deserted Plains."

"Lord Priest, do you want to save all the orcs?" asked Taroken in disbelief, he had always thought that Amos was a ruthless and self-serving fellow, who knew that this orc had such an ideal in his heart.

"This is that man's plan, all I have to do is to add a chance of success to that man's plan, so that he can fulfill his wish, the orcs can't escape from the Deserted Plains, what does it have to do with me" Amos pouted, which made Taroken take a strong interest in the person in his mouth, but seeing that Amos didn't mean to elaborate, Taroken had to close his mouth. (To be continued.) )