readx;? And the personal bodyguard of the previous Great Chief, the Troll of Duresh, the Chief of the Headhunter Tribe, Senkin, a gloomy, long, narrow face painted with all kinds of oil paint, stood next to the Beast Bone Throne, his waist seemed to be bent more than the average troll, looking like an old man with an old dragon clock, holding a completely wooden spear in his hand, and on the handle of the spear, there were various runes carved with group photos, and even made people feel that their souls were about to leave the body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

No one dares to underestimate Senjin, yes, no one dares to underestimate Senjin's headhunter tribe, if it weren't for the headhunter tribe from the beginning of the alliance with the orcs, they swore never to fight for royal power, then these fierce forest trolls, I'm afraid they have already become one of the most powerful tribes in the barren stone plateau, in fact, in the last orc war, headhunters, these three words, have become the nightmare of almost all human commanders, but wherever there are headhunters haunted, the first to die must be these commanders.

Compared to the shadow dancers of the human world, the Troll Headhunter is like a super assassin in another sense, like a hybrid of a sword master and an assassin, using mysterious voodoo and decapitating axes to fight, and every desperate charge can bring a bloody storm, and Senkin, the most powerful of all headhunters, is revered as the "Shadow Hunter", which means the common deity of all trolls, the strongest warrior and the most sincere sacrifice under the indescribable god Allo.

Yes, the Shadowhunter is not a martial profession, but an honorific title for the highest sacrifice.

They are favored by the Shadows, and each of their attacks is a combination of supreme force and mysterious Shadows, and they can even use voodoo mixed with the purest Shadows to achieve short-term "invincibility" for their comrades!

Invulnerable, inexhaustible strength, eternal rage, sworn to fight to the death!

It was an indescribable terrifying power, and even Saruman, a powerful mage who was said to have inherited the legacy of the Magic Emperor, could only temporarily put aside his pride when faced with a gloomy old troll who probably wouldn't have been able to say a word for years, not to mention Rontan, who would even bow to Senjin as a disciple.

If Rogman is a living legend on the Wasteland Plateau, then Senjin is a living historical witness, he and Rogman have been in the past forty years since the death of the Great Chieftain, firmly withstanding all the signs of rebellion that may exist on the Wasteland Plateau, and is the real "Dinghai Divine Needle".

It would certainly not be a trivial matter for the eight chiefs to gather together, in fact, Saruman was standing in front of the chiefs, and Trisleman was standing beside him, and in the space of the first floor, a dozen elite orc warriors selected from the tyrannical clans of Magmanda were standing, and in front of them was a large stone platform with the same number of wooden cups as them, which contained a liquid that was green, viscous, and could also shine light in the dark.

"Today, I invite you chiefs here to show you the secret weapon that the Council of Destruction has prepared for this war, a powerful weapon that can make the brave orc warriors unstoppable, and a weapon that can make the sword of the barren stone plateau sharper!"

Saruman leaned on his lamppost staff and looked at the chieftains with different faces with a smile, although in the past few years, he has established a good relationship with various orc tribes through various ways, but after all, the stakes are very high, so he is waiting, waiting for Magmanda's final instructions.

"We now have the upper hand over the human alliance!"

Magmanda spoke, and he rose from the throne of beast bones, walked to the railing, turned around, and said to the other chiefs,

"I believe that with the combined strength of our eight major clans, we can completely destroy the defense line of the human race in the Dragon Plain, and even completely defeat their defenses like the last war, but our goal is more than that!"

The big chief's face showed a hideous expression unique to orcs, and with his strong physique, this kind of power almost rushed to his face, making several other chiefs couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Is our goal just the Dragon Plain satisfied?"

Magmanda said loudly, "I've been thinking about the future path of the orcs these days, and I have to admit that when I really sit in this position, some of the previous opinions about Chief Rogman have all disappeared, and the old swordmaster is right, just by hunting, we can't build an empire that can last as long as the human empire, and even a war is needed to destroy all our efforts for decades." ”

"Would we like to see that?"

"No!, I don't want to, I want to change this, so we need a wider territory! Not just the Plains of the Dragons, I want the Holy Del Empire! I want that fertile land! That's why I agreed to Master Saruman's research plan! I've seen the power of this weapon, it's cruel, but we need it!"

Rontan, whose face was as usual, was the first to stand up, and he said loudly,

"Let's see!"

"yes, let me see!"

Zhu Beier touched his little finger and said loudly.

Magmanda nodded to Saruman, and Trisleman turned around and shouted to the dozen orc warriors of the Ravaging Clan who were watching him,

"Warriors of the tribe, drink the liquid in front of you, it will make you stronger, it will make you unstoppable!

Orc warriors, look at me, I look at you, no one wants to be the first to eat crabs, yes, the intelligence of orcs is indeed lower than that of humans, but this does not mean that they are stupid, the simple instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is possessed by all creatures.

But under Magmanda's gaze, these brave soldiers were unwilling to be cowards, so a few seconds later, the most powerful one stepped out of the crowd, strode to the stone platform, and took a glass of green liquid, the pungent smell made him sneeze, but he still faced Magmanda, clenched his left hand into a fist, and patted it on his chest.

And Magmanda, too, did the same.

The warrior raised his head and drank the viscous liquid.

One second, two seconds, and the third second, his whole body began to tremble, he couldn't even hold the cup, and fell directly to his knees, like those old people who had lost control, constantly twitching on the ground, and miserable wails, the kind of roar that contained intense pain, which made the eyes of the Earth Walker, Lutz, who was the inheritor of the orthodox shaman, glow with sadness, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was enduring the burning anger in his body.

The expressions of the others were also varied, Longtan's eyes shone with brilliance, while the two minotaur chiefs glanced at each other, and they both saw confusion and surprise in each other's eyes, Senjin was still the old god, and Duru whispered something to Jubel.

In this exchange with each other, the warrior's trembling had stopped, his original green eyes turned blood-red, and at the same time he was half-kneeling on the ground, his muscular body was like a small insect crawling back and forth with constant movement, and hideous bone spurs grew from his arms, from his back, and even on his shoulders, and the complexion of his whole body also turned into the same green as the liquid, and the most important thing was momentum and strength, the already tall body was once again raised by a quarter, and the whole person seemed to swell out of thin air, just like a little green giant。

The gas that erupted from his nostrils, his senseless roar, and the ferocious beast-like aura all proved that this monster with spurs and bones was a perfect killing machine. (To be continued.) )

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