Is it possible to pay for blood debts?

Gunter asked himself, and now he didn't believe it at all.

The loose alliance of beasts still follows the ancient covenant and abides by the laws of survival of the world, and the tribes crush each other and clamp each other, keeping a vigilant distance from each other, and being cautious.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, perhaps called the law of the jungle.

Except for the orcs at the top of the pyramid, the races under the pyramid, every layer and every place are not carefully living.

The mighty races of Beamon, Lion, and Tiger stared at the blood-red greedy eyes, salivating and looking down on the weaker races, and when the reins around their necks were removed, a gluttonous feast was about to begin.

The weak races of minotaurs, pigs, and apes carefully curled up and hid all their warriors in the tribe, hiding their strength as much as possible to resist predation.

There are also weak vassal races such as foxes and cats, weak but with unusual talents, assassins and strategists who clear the way for many powerful beings and kill their own people.

Not to mention the madmen of the beast race, the wolf clan, who hunt on the edge of the race, with a large group of jackals and kobolds, indifferently watching the neck of each race, ready to carry out crazy slaughter anytime and anywhere.

So, revenge?

Gutel opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the arguing orcs in the cabin, sadness and disdain passing at the same time.

Orcs on top.

Is it really wrong?

In the snow-capped mountains, disasters befall every day, and countless compatriots are sent away and die every year. Sadness and hunger followed, like vampires, lying on everyone's body, greedily sucking blood.

But that race, strong and cohesive, all the beasts are tightly linked to survival and revenge, every pair of blood-red eyes are staring at the southern world, every claw is against the cunning human race, at that time, how powerful, how fearless.

However, ten years, in just ten years, when revenge was hindered by a tall giant city, and survival was replaced by a slightly comfortable life, the wildness of the beast tribe's heart once again took over.

The law of the jungle?

Blood food?

Hehe Group Tel couldn't help laughing, the old folds were piled up layer by layer, like a dry old wood shaking, and each layer carried a vicissitudes of time.

"Old friend, what are you thinking?" the full of thoughts sounded in his ears, and although each word tried his best to be gentle, it still carried a sharpness and majesty that was difficult to hide.

Gutel shook his head, looking through the massive body of Woshi at his side at the majestic body at the end of the wooden house.

Divasis, the supreme emperor of the Blood Cave Clan, has the powerful strength of the four-star orc peak that crushes the emperors of other clans, commands one-fifth of the power of the entire beast clan, and sets out from the depths of the Cosmo Mountains, adhering to the will of the frost, and issuing an oath of revenge to the world.

As for why so firm?

Hurtel was once again lost in thought, and in the memories of his long and long life that exuded the smell of decay like a century-old library, he vaguely remembered that it was thousands of years ago, and he couldn't remember how many thousand years ago it was.

On that day, he was still a high-spirited teenager, his skin was rough but incomparably full, far from the slack and powerlessness of now, he stood in front of his teacher, the great shaman Kasus, almost reverently communicating with the supreme beast god, telling the expectations of a shaman.

A small beast clan sneaked in from behind him, a small star in the center of his eyebrows flashed brightly, and a surging blood qi far beyond himself rushed to his face, choking and almost interrupting the ceremony.

Then, she didn't remember anything except the smile of the teacher, she seemed to say something, and she seemed to have done something, what she did?

Who can remember the passage of time?

Devasis was impatient with the almost endless quarrel in front of him, and a group of fools were full of explanations and equality, when did the orcs have such a thing? Since ancient times, only strength, and only strength, has been the standard that the orcs must rely on.

This bunch of rubbish!

"Old friend, what are you thinking?"

The majestic voice was extremely magnificent in the chaotic and noisy wooden house, with an incomprehensible charm, and instantly spread over the heads of all the patriarchs and kings.

The patriarchs and kings who were still arguing suddenly shivered, and cold sweat instantly overflowed from the dirty hair, with a disgusting smell, and snorted down.

Gutel grabbed the scepter and slowly stood up, his cloudy eyes scanning all the orcs present, like thunder and lightning from above, with the meaning of judgment.

He spoke slowly, and the old voice rang out in the wooden house, "Emperor, when is the next war?" God can't wait to see his people wash away their shame. ”

As soon as the words fell, even the air in the entire room instantly froze. The patriarchs of each tribe and the kings of each race looked at each other.

The next war?

No, the beast god is above, let the war slow down and come again, let's stay in this environment without fear of death for a few more years.

"Hahaha Emperor, start a war, let's take revenge with blood and turn the creatures of the whole world into the rations of our beast clan!"

Who is so hateful? The patriarchs and kings glared angrily, but they immediately withdrew their gazes, bowed their heads one by one, and said no more.

"You bunch of eggs and eggs. The Tiger King Schalke sneered without hesitation, and the King of the Jungle's face was full of naked contempt.

"It's okay, Schalke. ”

Divasis glanced at Schalke with satisfaction, and then at a group of silent patriarchs and kings with disgust, the murderous intent in the golden beast's eyes slowly brewed, the beast never needed a coward.

"Great Shaman, is this God's will?"

Gutel looked at the fanatical desire in Divasis's eyes, and his old face grew cold and merciless, and he straightened up, his thin body towering like a giant in the eyes of all eager, frightened, and pleading eyes.

He raised the scepter in his hand, the four purple stars in the center of his eyebrows lit up, and the ancient and savage aura suddenly enveloped the entire hall, and the long and vicissitudes of life voice slowly sounded, "Orcs are above." ”

"The beast god is above. ”

Divasis stood up, the Tiger King Schalke stood up, the Bear King stood up, and the Minotaur Patriarch stood up

"In the name of the beast god, let's start a decisive battle for revenge!"

Decisive battle!

Divasis raised his head in ecstasy, and the layers of blood-colored veins in his golden eyes frantically condensed and flickered violently.

Decisive battle!

Schalke laughed silently and wildly, and the dark word Wang between his eyebrows was as scarlet as blood in an instant, and the boundless ferocious aura permeated the body, turning into a layer of blood mist that enveloped his body.

Decisive battle!

The faces of the patriarchs and kings changed, as if they were frightened, but after a while, the primordial beast nature emerged from the body, and the dragon-like blood and qi rumbled in an instant.

Gutel smiled without a trace, and the scepter in his hand was raised high, "Seven days later, revenge!"

"Kill!"

The murderous aura rose to the sky, and the blood-colored film attached to the wooden house shattered in an instant, and the entire wooden house turned into countless fragments with a "boom", and the sawdust flew one after another, enveloping the surging blood and burning violently.

"Kill!"

The sleeping warriors opened their eyes violently, and the blood red instantly covered their eyes, and the earth-shattering roar rushed to the sky, and the savage ferocity strangled everything.

The walking clansmen stopped, their clothes torn inch by inch, and their majestic chests were naked in the ice and snow.

The playing cubs came out of the tent, black and oppressive, and the immature howls merged into one, filled with an incomprehensible excitement

"Well, that guy, you stop. ”

In the great city of Cosmo, the black-armored garrison officer called out to a water mage. (To be continued.) )