"Commander, you are too bad and good, when this little girl grows up, she will give birth to a lot of orcs, and then become enemies and kill our soldiers!"

Some adventurers were dissatisfied, because he had seen the evil god army slaughtering innocent villages, and not sparing a woman and a child.

Others are silent, this is war, only cruelty and cold-bloodedness, with no hope, filled with endless death and torture.

The camp that participates in the war, whether it wins or loses, will fall into long-term pain.

"Shut up!"

Someone scolded, fearing that he had annoyed Silver and was blown up with a punch.

"I also think you have a bit of a woman's kindness, if you were me, you would take this little girl away, raise her, teach her the art of killing with your own hands, and then kill all the orcs of the same race on the battlefield, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

When the demon god said this, he was not ashamed, but showed a complacent look, doing all kinds of evil, and making the world full of darkness is his creed.

"Trash!"

The cheap god scoffed, she was 100% appreciative of her behavior with Downton, "You can hold a knife and kill people, but you have tenderness and a good conscience, this is a real good man!"

"The first time I got blood on my hands, I was never afraid of anything again, and if this girl could kill me after many years, I would only be full of admiration!"

Downton's face did not change, and he looked straight into the distance, "Everyone has her fate, and she wants to change something because she is afraid, that is the behavior of the weak, and the strong live according to their hearts!"

Drive!

Downton waved his horsewhip and rushed towards the temple, the tallest building in Fort Glory, so he didn't have to worry about making a mistake.

"Did it go your way?"

The adventurers fell into deep thought, and some adventurers with good talent suddenly had an understanding. Having the will not to be swayed by others, and firmly believing that the path he is taking is the right one, this is probably the reason why Downton became a strong man, right?

On the way to climb the saint and become a strong man, Narong looks forward and backward, afraid and worried. Even if it is death, you must meet it with your chest held high!

The temple was really not easy to approach, and as soon as it rushed through a few streets, the checkpoint appeared, heavily armed shield soldiers and ballistas.

A long street was crowded with orcs waiting for them.

"Shoot!"

With the commander's order, arm-thick crossbow guns shot out, like a forest. The streets were flooded, and at the same time, the archers who were lying in ambush on the houses on either side also threw their bows.

A blue arc shield appeared in front of Downton, and crossbows and arrows struck it, shattering all of them.

"Defense!"

The adventurers released their shields and raised their shields, their expressions that didn't matter, after one of the adventurers was shot in the head. Immediately nervous.

The strong men of the half-orcs, mixed in the infantry, struck.

"There is no legal system!"

The adventurers quickly scanned the battlefield. After making sure that there were no dangerous magicians, he breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly laughed at himself again.

Compared with the magical power, the elves who are in harmony with nature are the most, almost everyone can resonate with the elements, and the number of dragons is too small. Without commenting, the rest are humans, and as for the orcs, the birth rate of sacrifices is outrageously low, and each of them has to be sent to the temple for further study. I don't want to be human, my qualifications are poor, and no one wants to be an apprentice.

Half-orcs are worse than orcs due to their population, and they are the kind of unlucky people who may die if they die shaman.

"Sir, will you change the magic arrow?"

Adjutant anxiously suggested.

"Long-range suppressive shooting, infantry regiments, ready for battle!"

The commander is reluctant, the orcs are too poor, and they are cannon fodder, and they have never used good weapons at all, although this time although a batch of magic arrows was sent from above, but it is used to living a hard life, and when it thinks that the money for an arrow is enough for a family to eat a week's white bread, it is killed and does not want to use it.

"Unstoppable!"

The adjutant shouted.

"Even if you use it, you can't stop it, don't you see the combat power of those people?"

The commander pushed away the adjutant, drew his sword, and walked to the front line, "Bow Corps, after five rounds of salvos, evacuate immediately and return to the temple to set up defenses!"

The adjutant cried, he understood what the chief meant, rather than wasting arrows here, it was better to protect the temple.

"Get out, if the temple is breached, I won't let you go as an undead!"

The chief roared, boosting morale.

Titan's Grip!

Downton grabbed it with one hand, and the flying arrows seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and then twisted into a ball and thrown to the ground.

"Haha, just three demon servants!"

Looking at the three poor high-level demonic beasts in front of the infantry formation, the adventurers laughed, each of them was a demon servant, at least a hero level, otherwise how embarrassed to go out.

"Laughing at what?"

Downton roared, and the startled group of adventurers quickly shut up.

"Come on, don't look at how strong the will to fight is, this is a decisive death, if you stay in this scene, I guess you will run away. ”

There are old fritters sighing, if an ordinary soldier is against the upper half orcs, the battle loss rate is definitely not low.

"Release the firebirds, and you can burn them to ashes with a single look!"

The demon god hummed a little song excitedly, killing and dying would make it have a strong sense of pleasure.

Downton didn't, but charged with a knife.

Swish!

Downton slashed the commander's blade and slashed him in the neck, a dead head that swooped into the sky.

Rumble!

Downton crashed into the infantry formation, and the powerful nightmare, like a chariot, directly tore open a passage.

The adventurers who were going to let the servants tear apart the enemy's defense line glanced at each other and chose to charge the battle in unison.

"Hey, thankless!"

The demon god despises.

"You know a fart, this is respect for the enemy, this is battlefield etiquette, this is heroic style, it is aristocratic temperament!"

Cheap God curses.

Downton rushed by, not picking up the lucky ones who survived.

"You're in luck!"

If it were left in normal times, the adventurers would definitely kill them cleanly, but Downton's behavior affected them a little.

"Why don't you kill us?"

Orcs don't understand.

"This is the hero of the human race, who does not bully the weak, but only longs to fight with powerful enemies!"

There was an orc chief explaining.

The adventurers have been on the front line for many years, and naturally they will speak abyssally. Hearing these words, a wave of pride naturally flowed on their faces, making them puff up their chests.

After so many years of fighting, it used to be the thrill of killing, but this time, it was conquest. It is a sense of superiority and satisfaction that comes from the heart.

...

In a strange laboratory, a busy figure of a potions master in a white coat is busy, and a man with a face covered in sutures stands with his hands behind his back, staring at the crystal screen.

Magic Eyes are set up throughout the city, which can monitor every move in the city.

"Doctor, all enemies are in the urn!"

The deputy debriefed.

"Execute the plan!"

The man named Victor Francostein admonished with a solemn face, "This is a very important experiment for the master, and you must watch it carefully." Collect all your receipts. ”

"Yes!"

The potions masters commanded.

The floodgates opened, energy was injected, and two huge pillars of purple light suddenly rose from the top of the temple, and then twisted together like spirals.

Dark clouds gathered and a drizzle drifted away.

A huge whirlpool was formed, which soon expanded to cover the entire city, the entire field of view. It was all dark, as if it had entered dusk.

Pop!

Thick lightning flashed. Chopped down the street.

"What's going on?"

This strange phenomenon caused all the adventurers who attacked the temple from four directions to slow down.

Tick tock!

The drizzle poured down in an instant, turning into a torrential rain, pouring through the adventurers.

"It's naïve, the orcs don't think that a rainstorm will stop our attack, right?"

One of the members of the White Ghost sneered, but had just finished speaking. I heard the exclamation of my comrades behind me.

"Commander, what's wrong with you?"

When the members of the regiment turned around, they saw that the head of the war horse under the crotch was blown by the head of the regiment commander with a punch, and he fell to the ground happily, twisting constantly. It's like being poisoned.

Yes!

The regimental commander screamed, his eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging, he was itching all over, his hands were scratching wildly, and he was protected by armor, which was okay, but the flesh and blood directly scratched on his face were blurred.

"Pastor, heal!"

As soon as someone finished urging, they found that several main forces in the team had all fallen, and the symptoms were the same as those of the regiment commander.

"What's wrong with the rain?"

Someone reacted, and subconsciously took out the rain gear from the space ring to cover it.

"What are you kidding? If the rainstorm is poisonous and can't be stopped with the strength of the main force, can we do it?"

The members of the group were impatient.

A similar situation is being staged in various teams, and those who fall are all elites.

"Commander, hold on!"

A priest approached, aimed his staff at the leader, and as soon as he had chanted two lines of the incantation, the leader suddenly burst out, like a beast that had lost his mind, and bit the priest's neck.

Click!

The priest's cervical vertebrae were bitten off, his head was bent directly at ninety degrees, blood spurted, and the regimental commander swallowed it like drinking elixir.

Crash!

The members of the group were so frightened that they retreated, and before they could figure out what was going on, the other main forces also began to attack, biting people when they saw them.

In this process, these main forces, led by the regiment commander, quickly healed from scratching the surface of their bodies, and purple scales also grew, and their eyes also turned into reptilian vertical pupils, flashing with a terrifying light.

There was no need for the orcs to defend themselves, and all the adventure groups were plunged into civil strife.

Downton's interim team was no exception.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Comparatively speaking, there are fewer people with strange symptoms on Downton's side, less than five.

"Rain-infected?"

Someone speaks, and then denies, if infected, it can't be so much.

"Dragonization?"

Downton muttered, frowning at the temple's spiral pillar of light, which seemed somewhat similar to the dragonman corruption array he had encountered in the Dragon's Graveyard.

Roar!

With the roar of a beast coming out of their mouths, a few dragon-like unlucky eggs pounced on the adventurers around them.

Downton's figure flashed, and he punched hard.

Bang! Bang!

Several people were all blown away,

"Tie them up!" Downton quickly took out an operating box, crouched down next to a man, and drew a blood sample, "Do you know anything about these people?"

"They're all celebrities among the Lone Rangers, and they're so powerful that they go it alone because they don't want to share the spoils with others!" (To be continued.) )