With this kind of sacrifice, the orcs can connect with the clansmen thousands of miles away through spiritual contact, so that the orcs can grasp the latest developments on the battlefield in time, so that they can make the most appropriate movement in time.

The reason why L'Oréal was so familiar with that face was because he was the one who was in charge of connecting with the tribesmen in the fleeing procession.

The Executive Yuan occupies a large area, and in a dimly lit corridor, a man with a height of 1.8 meters is walking calmly, making a ticking footsteps.

"Who!" Although the orc sacrifice Amos didn't know how to fight, his spiritual power that he had tempered for many years still made him sense a familiar aura behind him and quietly followed him.

"Amos, do you still recognize me?" L'Oréal's icy voice pierced through the corridor, as if it were about to pierce Amos's throbbing heart.

"Ahh

"Why, it's surprising that I'm not dead, right?" said L'Oreal coldly.

"Why do you think that? Oh, thank you the great Guush, and bless Miss L'Oreal for your safe escape!" said Amos, excitedly walking.

"Why are you here, L'Oreal!" Amos's eyes flickered, but his expression was completely obscured by the dimly lit hallway.

"I'd like to ask why you're here!" L'Oréal said in a confrontational voice.

"Oh, that's because of this!Hehe, it doesn't seem convenient here, let's go ahead and talk about it!" Amos smiled slyly, glancing at the empty hallway.

L'Oreal was not afraid of him, if he had a bad plan against him, he could kill him in the blink of an eye, and out of the corridor, L'Oreal followed Amos into a room after a few corners.

"Don't do it yet!" Amos, who had just entered the room, suddenly shouted, seven muscular figures, with wide noses and two fangs on the left and right in their big mouths, which were exposed to the air, obviously Burundian orcs.

"You really ......" L'Oreal was about to scold, but the attack of the orc warriors had already been killed, and L'Oreal had no time to care about this, so he hurriedly responded.

Amos quickly retreated to a corner of the room, struggling with shame on his face, and said indignantly to the warring L'Oreal: "If it weren't for your father Carter depriving me of the right to sacrifice, I, Amos, would not have walked out of the betrayal of the tribe at all, it was him, it was he who caused all this......"

"Hmph, quibble, Amos, you don't deserve the right to advance to the sacrifice, you don't deserve to be a member of the tribe, I swear, I will use your head to honor the souls of those warriors who were killed by you!" said L'Oréal through gritted teeth after repelling an orc.

"L'Oreal, do you think you can deal with seven orc warriors?" Amos was slightly shocked in his heart, he was very clear about L'Oreal's strength, but seven sixth-level orcs should be able to capture her.

"It's true that I can't deal with these seven at the same time, but that doesn't mean I can't help you!" L'Oreal crushed the fighting spirit on one of the weaker orc warriors, and rushed directly towards Amos through this gap.

"Ah!, stop her!," Amos cried out in terror.

"Drink!" the orc warriors shouted in unison and launched an attack on L'Oreal's unsuspecting back.

In terms of physique, the orcs are not as good as the pure-blooded orcs of Burundi, but the gods are fair, and what is lost will be made up in other ways, and the half-orcs have similar mental power potential as humans, so the orc tribe usually has more sacrifices than the orc tribe, and the overall quality is also higher.

In the long years and the discrimination of orc humans, one of the sacrificial forces of the orcs has slowly diverted, this sacrificial force no longer refines the spiritual power, but puts the brain no less than that of humans into alchemy, and the orcs call their alchemist "Tulukdo", which means alchemist in orc language.

At the critical moment, L'Oreal seemed very calm and calm, like a small onion in his hand, he didn't know when he had an extra moon-arc weapon with a strange shape, and said coldly: "Today I want you to die under the moon blade, and the warriors of the tribe will ask you to repay the blood debt!"

I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but even in the dim room, the moonblade still emitted a flowing faint silver light.

Amos's heart trembled even more when he saw her take out the moon blade, and he didn't know how many orcs had died from that powerful weapon from the hands of an alchemist.

Gradually, L'Oreal danced like a forest elf in a dazzling and strange dance, every time a combination of dance steps was completed, a life was swallowed by the strange dance steps, she was getting closer and closer to Amos, the combined power of the seven orcs was originally very powerful, but after the appearance of the moon blade, these conceited and brave orc warriors became ridiculous dance partners in front of L'Oreal, and the protection of Amos did not have much effect at all.

After the last orc fell, L'Oreal walked up to Amos gently and gracefully, and said contemptuously: "Why, Burundi just left a few waste to protect you, it seems that in the eyes of some people, you are just a waste with little use!"

Amos trembled all over, he didn't dare to look directly at L'Oreal's fierce eyes, a warm current suddenly flowed down from between the inner thighs, a half-orc was so frightened by his people that he urinated incontinentally, and the room filled with the smell of blood was immediately mixed with a smell of urine, and he felt sick.

Seeing that this traitor is actually cowardly and cowardly to this point, L'Oreal can understand why he would betray the tribe and take refuge in those orcs who disdain the orcs, but it is a pity that the brainchild of several generations of half-orcs was actually destroyed at the hands of such cowards, which is not a huge irony.

However, is he really the only traitor? Although the priest has a high status in the tribe, this Amos was only transferred in the middle, and it is unlikely that he knew that his father was escorting the important goods this time, could it be that the main culprit was someone else.

"Tell me the truth, who else instructed you to do this, or else, you should be ready to drink my moon blade for a close encounter!" L'Oréal casually slapped Amos hard.

"No...... If there is no one, it will ...... It's just me, ouch, stop fighting, what am I really ^H...... I don't know!" Amos was slightly stunned at first, but then denied it.

"Hmph, you can't tell a lie, I'll ask you one last time, ......do you say it or not" L'Oreal didn't slap him this time, but stroked his moon blade, and his eyes became a little ruthless.