"Hold here, don't let any orcs in" The city wall that was previously broken by the three magicians was blocked by the orcs with various stones, and they resisted behind the city wall, and most of the orc warriors outside the Iron Song City had withdrawn, and they could not come back and stayed on this land forever. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At such a time of crisis, the tyrant who was the chief was still obsessed with a final duel with Nitanoin, who was getting weaker and weaker under his attack, his blood was scattered all over the earth, and his vitality was in danger.

No one but Gid knew where Gabir had gone, one of the three giants of the Iron Song Tribe who was not leading his people to make a place for humanity at this most critical time.

Sgar was like an ant on a frying pan at the moment, and everything was piled on his head. The danger of the Clearing Team is too strong, and they can show such a terrifying assassination ability on the battlefield, if they enter the Iron Song City, in this complex streets and alleys, they will definitely become even more terrifying.

"Did the sentinels who sent out to ask for reinforcements come back?" asked Sgal.

"The Tomahawk Tribe was suddenly assassinated because of the Axe King, and now the whole tribe is also in chaos, we can't find anyone who has the right to speak, but the Roaring Tribe is willing to send their tribe's warriors to help us, but if Iron Song City is captured before they come, it will be useless."

"Then hold on, keep these humans out until reinforcements come," Sgar said resolutely, on the ruined city wall he is now on, the human soldiers are walking towards this side step by step, those white-robed Qingxuan don't know where they disappeared at the moment, they feel like assassins, they are hidden in the crowd, and only the moment they make a move will they reveal their figures.

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"Give me all your power" The tyrant leaned on the four arms on his back and drilled directly into Nitanoin's heart, all the way to the other party's heart, and soon came to the other party's heart, and a heart the size of a house appeared in front of the tyrant's eyes.

"This is it!" The tyrant implanted the nitanine has been rotten for a long time, and the heart is the source of power, so the tyrant can only choose a piece of better carrion and implant it into his body, but it is precisely for this reason that he did not fully get the power of nitaine, but also fell into a side effect, the carrion is slowly assimilating his body, if he does not find a new nitaine, the tyrant can only gouge off the piece of nitanine carrion on his body in order to survive, but from then on he will lose the power given by nitain.

For this reason, the tyrant has dreamed of finding a living Nitanein all these years and cutting off its flesh to replace the one on his body. It's just that the orcs have been imprisoned by humans in this area of the Silent Plains for a hundred years, and they can't cross the steel fortress to find Nitanein, and the tyrant has tried to break through the steel fortress alone many times, but under this trench, he has failed despite Nitanein's incomplete power.

Now, the fact that an intact and healthy Netanin has been transported by humans into the Plains of Solitude and used to attack Iron Song City is simply the best news for the tyrant.

"Today, just show me, your true power" The tyrant took off the armor on his body, the strip-like skin area on his arm was the same place where he had implanted nitaine carrion, and the edges had begun to assimilate and rot, and the tyrant's back claw was directly inserted into the carrion, digging the whole piece of flesh out of the tyrant's arm, but he didn't even blink his eyes as if he was fine.

Nitanoin's vibrant heart was beating before his eyes, and the tyrant threw away the carrion in his hands at will, he didn't need this anymore, something better awaited him ahead.

"It's just perfect" The tyrant grabbed Nitanoin's heart with one hand, and tore a large piece of it fiercely, looking at this red treasure, the tyrant did not hesitate to stuff it into the wound on his arm, only to see that the two began to fuse rapidly in an instant, and Nitanoin's heart and the tyrant's arm were flawlessly glued together, as if they had always been like this.

A piece of his heart was torn off, and Nitanoin, who was still standing on the battlefield, suddenly went berserk, although it was only a small piece of flesh on his heart, but to him, it was as if he had been cut by a thousand knives, and he was instantly out of the control of the Crescent Moon Emerald, and now, the human soldier closest to him became the target of this violent Nitanoin.

Without warning, a giant palm smashed high from the sky, and immediately more than a dozen soldiers died from this heavenly thing, turning into a lump of meat sauce under Netanin's palm.

But this was only the beginning, and the enraged Nitanoin rushed into the ranks of the human soldiers, disrupting everyone's progress and directly stirring the army into a mess, and the crepeemen were trampled to pieces before they could attack, and everyone began to flee in all directions.

This sudden change stunned Haigl and Sgal, how did this originally good look become like this?

"Stop it!" shouted Haigl, who was sitting in the ironclad chariot, and if this continued, there would be no more decisive battle with the other orc tribes, and this Nitain behemoth alone would be able to bury all the soldiers here.

"General...... Can't control it, the emerald is ineffective...... "It's embarrassing, the only thing that can control Netaine turned out to be wrong, how much Hegl wanted to drag this magician out and kill him at this moment."

"Then don't you think about it!" roared Haigel.

"Yes!" the magician hurriedly ran out, he is the developer of the crescent moon jade, and he likes to study some strange things on weekdays, which causes his magic to be not as good as his research, and now that this kind of thing occurs, he can only go to the most powerful magician who came with the group this time.

At the back of the human formation, Dameron and Melfin were looking at Thorpe, who was extremely weak and returned from the front of the battlefield, they couldn't understand how Thorpe, who was only under the Seven Wizards, could be injured like this, but the first element at the moment was to rescue this magician, otherwise he would have broken here.

"Why is it so badly injured?" Damilon poured a tube of potion into Thorpe's mouth, and the other party's face was blue, his eyes were cloudy, and it was obvious that he was almost dying, and even his heart was beating much slower.

"The blood in Thorpe's body is starting to stop flowing, and it seems to be constantly transforming into something else," Melfin said with a frown.

"Then use the purification potion, there are not many of them brought this time, is it better to pour a few?" asked Damilon, in addition to being a dark magician, Melfin was also proficient in apothecary, and he was also a very famous potion master in Maran, so Damilon naturally asked him.

"Five, looking at this, I feel like I've been hit by the blood of the steel female snake" Melfin said his opinion sharply, Dameron directly controlled the power of the wind to summon five purification potions, pulled out the plug on it, and poured it all into Thorpe's mouth in one breath, and sure enough, the other party's complexion instantly changed a lot, making people feel that they were recovering.

"Now it's just a matter of waiting for him to wake up," Melfin said.

Just then, a figure ran in from outside, and he had a depressed face: "Oh no, Nitan is rioting" (To be continued.) )