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A dozen or so braziers illuminated the vast clearing, which was surrounded by a dense circle of orcs, five shamans placed in several corners, and an invisible barrier rose above the clearing.

In the center of the clearing, a half-human, half-beast sixth-order demonic beast harpy banshee kept flapping its wings and hovered in mid-air, her eyes were full of horror and uneasiness on her beautiful face in a cold sweat, and she stared at an orc below tremblingly.

It was an orc about three meters tall, with a high frontal bone and a protruding forehead, and his whole body was covered under pure green skin without the slightest variety, and he had a pair of blood-red eyes that seemed to be filled with blood.

It was the standard symbol of the top orc clan, the Bloodpupil Clan, and this orc was also a well-known powerhouse of the Bloodpupil Clan, and indeed the entire orc race—Slali, known as the roar of war.

The stalemate did not last long, and the harpy could no longer bear the fear, and instinctively closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth.

"Bah!~"

Circles of sonic booms that shattered the air spread rapidly towards the orcs on the ground, and the hysterical screeching sound still made many orcs feel uncomfortable, even with the enchantment separation.

But this poignant voice didn't last long before it came to an abrupt end.

A large heavy hand suddenly pierced through the cascading sound waves, grabbed the slender neck of the harpy, and dragged her from the air to the ground.

The harpy's face was soon distorted and severely deformed, and under her bulging eyes, her open mouth let out a silent scream, which was caused by the severe pain behind her.

The orc's heavy hand grabbed one of her wings, and then, as if with a slight force, the harpy's wings were torn off by him.

The hand holding the banshee's neck squeezed it gently, and with a faint click, the banshee's hideous expression returned to calm.

The roar of excitement from the onlookers resounded in the sky at this moment.

Serra threw the banshee's corpse to the ground in a senseless manner, and three identical banshee corpses lay next to it, and as the shaman dispersed the barrier, several orcs began to come in and clean up the mess.

Under the adoring and awe-inspiring gaze of the orcs, Sral walked out of the clearing without looking back, and after he left, the new monsters and orcs entered the clearing to start another show.

"Are my clan's totemic weapons ready?" asked Sralli, returning to the tent, at a shaman behind him

"The great orc warrior Srali. Shaman Tulu said respectfully: "I have been working day and night, but you know that the supreme power of the War Spirit Totem needs to be smelted not in the morning and twilight..."

"I gave you everything you needed. Sralli interrupted, his voice sounding calm, but it made Turu shiver, and he said, "If my clan still can't get their hands on their blades before the Hook Moon (the end of the month) rises, then I will take back my War Spirit Totem, and you won't have to be involved in this matter." ”

The totem of the orc is divided into four levels, the strong body totem, the frost blood totem, the war spirit totem and the beast god totem, each totem is divided into low, medium and high three levels, the higher the level, the rarer, especially the last beast god totem is made by the flesh of the successive patriarchs, passed down from generation to generation.

Tulu trembled all over, hurriedly pressed his left chest with one hand, bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

Just then, an orc walked into the tent: "Chief, Bloodthirsty wants to see you. ”

"Let him in. ”

After a while, an orc warrior walked in, a pair of steel claws braving the cold air, it was bloodthirsty.

"Chief. He saluted

He still admired the young and extremely fierce orc warrior Slali in this descendant army, and his expression was a little soothing, he nodded and asked, "What's the matter?"

Bloodthirsty raised his head and said bluntly, "I wish I could see the prophet." ”

As the name sounded, even Slali's eyes flashed with awe, and Tulu, who was standing next to him, stood up early in the morning and rebuked: "Bold, bloodthirsty, what is your identity?

Turu wasn't for bloodlust, but the name had become a belief in the orcs at this time!

It was this name that restored the declining orc race, and even broke through the wall and the human bunker that the gods had given to the weak humans in front of them in one fell swoop, so that the orcs successfully stepped into this rich land after more than 90 years, all of which the prophet had obtained through his great divine power to communicate with the beast gods.

In the orc race, he has long been a spiritual belief that all orcs fanatize and worship, not to mention bloodthirsty, even the Sralli class is not something they want to see.

Raising his hand, Slali stopped Turu's scolding, his gaze fell back to Bloodthirsty, and after a pause, he spoke, "For what reason? For your brother? Didn't you get an answer from those humans?"

Yes.

Kane could not have imagined that Mars and his gang would fall into the hands of the orcs shortly after they were separated.

The reason for this result is a bit ridiculous, that is, Mars dislikes the hiding places that Jason pointed out to him too far away, and makes a clever strategic deduction, choosing a seemingly lush dense forest, but never wanting to be surrounded by a vengeful bloodthirsty army, and finally capture the three of them.

It didn't take much effort for Mars to recruit.

It's just that Mars wouldn't have thought that Kane would temporarily change the route of the march, causing Bloodthirsty to lead a large army to squat at the foot of Cook Snow Peak for two months without finding anything, but instead froze to death about a dozen orcs.

Feeling deceived, Bloodthirsty and unable to pry out the information they wanted, gave them an unusually brutal death - cutting off their flesh on the spot and eating it with other orcs.

At this time, when he heard Sralli mention it, his eyes suddenly burst into flames, and he trembled with anger: "Those damn humans deceived me!"

If other orcs dared to put on a face in front of Srally, I would have been in a different place long ago, and this alone could see the weight of bloodlust in Sral's heart.

Instead of blaming Bloodthirsty, he groaned for a moment, and continued, "The warriors who have used despicable means to trap my orc tribe, these humans must pay for this, you come with me." ”

After a pause, he added, "But whether the Prophet promised to use his divine powers to help you, I can't guarantee it. ”

"Yes!" said with a bloodthirsty gaze, "Even if it is the end of the world, I will definitely break those human beings into pieces!"

Sral walked out of the tent with Bloodlust and headed to the deepest part of the camp, finally stopping at the end of a large tent made of the fur of the precious Hell Goat.

There were four sixth-order orc warriors standing outside the tent, and even the orc patriarch needed to pass through the guards at the door if he wanted to meet the prophet.

After briefly explaining the situation to one of the guards, the guards turned and entered the tent, and the moment the curtain was lifted, Sralli vaguely saw a golden plant in the tent.

In a few moments, the guard stepped out, holding in both hands an open parchment map, marked in several places, and Slali respectfully accepted it.

After handing over the map to Slali, the orc warrior stood with his sword pressed and said in a deep voice, "The prophet has arranged for Lord Lumant to assist the chief, and asked me to tell the leader, remember: you can defend it, but you can't chase it!"

At this time, in the Eternal Silence Forest, discussing the strategic plan of the Orc Sentry on the south side of the forest, the Silver Soul Army team that was about to pass through the strategic plan of the orc sentry on the south side of the forest could not have imagined that an invisible net of heaven and earth had been laid towards them...