As night falls, the green-skinned ogre tribe begins its chaotic nightlife. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The male ogre of the left-behind tribe slipped into someone else's thatched hut, lifted the animal skin from his waist, revealed the big guy across the department, caught the mother ogre in the daytime, and got up on the spot......

During the autumn hunt of the year, the strong adult ogres of the tribe will go out to hunt and rob houses everywhere, and the old guys in the tribe who stay behind become the masters of the tribe. As soon as this season comes, it is the time for these old male ogres, who usually have no status, to exert their residual heat, and enjoy the women who are usually dominated by strong ogres.

It's a mating season that is almost beastly chaotic, and the filthy blood in their veins drives them to do what people and gods are angry about.

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In a room made of stone, a burly old fellow, hunched over, enjoying the services of several 'young and beautiful' female ogres.

This hunched old fellow, named 'Fang', is the only priest of the green-skinned ogre tribe who knows a little bit of dark magic, and is also the uncle of the leader 'Poison Dragon'. However, according to the chaotic blood relationship of the ogre tradition, this title of 'uncle' needs to be put with a question mark, and it is estimated that even they themselves can't figure out what kind of generation they are.

The flickering bonfire reflects the red room, and the old face of the poisonous fangs blooms to enjoy the female ogre who is dominated by the boss on weekdays. The leader of the poison dragon is not there, and he is the most noble elder of the tribe.

After some unbearable obscene and foul gasps, the old man slumped on the ground, lying there unsatisfied, humming a pleasant tune. Several unsatisfied female ogres, seeing that the old guy was useless, left the room one after another in anger, looking for the object of the day, and went to 'fool around' shamelessly.

"The seeds sown in the past few days, when the spring of next year begins, it is estimated that I will have a few more descendants, the great ogre god blesses, once one or two of the 'black magic bloodline' awakened descendants appear, my fangs can be regarded as a successor. ”

The old fellow bent over, sat up, picked up a jet-black scepter, and stroked it tremblingly.

This staff is a 'holy relic' that has been passed down from generation to generation of ogre priests, and it is a symbol of the status of a great ogre priest, although there is not much black magic in the Fangs Society, and there is a little bit of 'weakness and some herbs mixed with rough medical skills to treat skin wounds), but this does not prevent him from being proud of his arrogance, compared to other limbs and simple-minded ogres, he is the most intelligent green-skinned ogre in the tribe.

In his own words, the blood that flowed in his veins was the closest to the blood of the ancient ancestors.

"The leader and the strong warriors in the tribe go out hunting, and the time is estimated to be coming back, presumably as in previous years, the harvest is good, and if you meet a few fat sheep, you can survive this winter. ”

Fangs hoped that the leaders would return soon, because there was no food left in the tribe, and if they delayed for a few more days, they would probably have to kill some old and weak people to serve as dry food.

Just as the old guy was counting the days with his fingers, suddenly a choking smell of smoke came from outside.

"Huh...... It's so late, and that blind guy is still burning things?" Poison Fang bent his waist and got up to open the door, ready to teach the unruly ogre a good lesson, and it was better to kill him, so that he could have a full meal tomorrow.

But the scene that caught his eye surprised this old guy with dizzy eyes, and he exclaimed: "Enemy attack?"

In the dark night, the tribe's simple thatched hut was ignited by rockets, the raging fire reflected the whole sky, a group of fierce enemies riding black mounts, waving the giant weapons in their hands, rushed from the dense forest murderously, everything was crushed to pieces everywhere they went, even the strong warriors of the tribe left behind could not resist, they were cut to the ground in a round, and their huge heads flew far away, and fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

"Oh, great ogre god, who is it that attacked our green-skinned ogre tribe?" Fangs dodged into the stone house, carefully probing the outside through the crack in the door.

"Shhh...... The enemy is dressed in excellent battle armor, riding a level 4 demonic beast with clear water, and a giant weapon in his hand...... Oh my God, this weapon is too huge, it's just a giant weapon that can only be used during the siege, and it was actually held in the hands of the enemy's light cat...... Oh, how can there be elemental magic archers, could it be that the fallen elves of the 'Fallen Forest' are attacking our tribe?"

Although the fanged man was old, his eyesight was not bad, and he could see the enemy's equipment and weapons clearly at a glance, and he also saw a magic archer wearing a black cloak.

"Huh...... No, it's not a fallen elf, these enemies who took advantage of the night to kill are clearly Beamon orcs!" Fang, who was hiding behind the door, saw Lin Hu and Niu Dayan rushing to the front, and let out an exclamation: "Beamon orcs, wolf werewolves, Boer minotaurs, as well as demon archers, fox fox shamans...... Oh God, how can there be mountain giants...... Who did our green-skinned ogre tribe provoke, and it was actually encircled and suppressed by such a powerful Beamon Legion, could it be the elite legion of Beamon King City?"

When Nurlin led the heavy-armored knights composed of sixteen mountain giants to crush the thatched huts and trample on the green-skinned ogres, the ogre priest Fangs could no longer suppress the panic in his heart, and immediately piled the heavy objects in the room to the door, against the wooden door, and then ran to the back of the room with his hands and feet, opened a secret door on the ground, squeaked, and crawled into it, and disappeared into the room.

This old immortal body still has a little stiffness of the old coffin board at this moment, completely like a cunning wild boar, and escaped with a smoke.

There was only a sound of panic in the darkness.

"It must be the poisonous dragon that they attacked the Beamon orc tribe and caused the other party's revenge, and they came all the way to take revenge, I quickly ran for my life, go to the 'one-eyed ogre' tribe for help, it's best to hide and not show up...... Anyway, the green-skinned ogre tribe can't be saved, so let's live one by one. ”

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The green-skinned ogre tribe at the foot of the 'Raven Mountain' mountain is full of fire, killing shouts everywhere, and the atmosphere is in full swing.

The strong men of the Emerald City shook their big arms, harnessed the 'armored dragon beast', chasing and killing the ogres who ran out of the burning thatched hut in a panic, one hammer at a time, and none of the corpses were complete under the crushing of the giant weapons in their hands.

Among them, Niu Dayan was the most ferocious, with a pair of giant battle axes the size of a door panel in his hands, and everywhere he went, people turned on their backs, and a group of female ogres with wooden sticks, surrounded by animal skins, and hung with cumbersome things on their chests, which were his opponents, were cut to pieces, and the corpses were scattered all over the place.

Lin Hu, Niu Ben, and Wan Gang were not far behind, under the shroud of heavy weapons such as steel spears and giant meteor hammers in their hands, there was no enemy, and their brains were shattered, sweeping all the way, killing gods and ghosts, full of violence.

Led by the four of them, the 102 militiamen continued to expand their successes and kill the fish that were caught.

On the contrary, it was the slow Nurlin and a group of mountain giant heavy cavalry, because they couldn't rush up in a short distance, so they had to do the work of 'demolition, relocation and handling', and cooperated with the 'unicorn giant rhinoceros' with an astonishing tonnage, pulling the houses one by one, and trampling all the ogres who could not come out of it to death, and the results were also gratifying.

The subordinates are so brave and good at fighting, so that Wang Tiedan has nothing to do, so he has to protect the little fox to stay behind to watch the big show.

Ash still guarded Wang Tiedan's side without saying a word, his long blue hair dancing in the wind, the longbow in his hand kept being raised, and under the fiery red shimmer, he was like a heroic and peerless Valkyrie, ruthlessly harvesting ogres who tried to escape in the night.

As time passed, when the night cleared and the east was exposed, the Greenskin Ogre Tribe of Raven Mountain was finally wiped out, and there was no living ogre, the notorious Ogre Tribe, completely wiped off the map under the iron hooves of the Emerald City.

Of course, there is still one left alive, and Wang Tiedan still needs to be tortured and questioned.

"Except for the 302 main warriors of your tribe who went out hunting, are everyone else here?"

A young ogre who was questioned by the supreme governor of Emerald City, his limbs were pinched off alive by Niu Dayan's gang of bandits, and he also had powder fractures of his limbs at the beginning, so he didn't have to worry about hurting the weak little fox with a sneak attack.

Sixteen mountain giants loyally surrounded Hu Muqing in the middle of the defensive circle, looking at the frightened ogre with unkind eyes, as long as he noticed that there were bad signs, he would swing the sledgehammer in his hand as soon as possible, and crush his brain seeds alive.

"Oh...... Great General Beamon...... I, the people of our tribe...... It's all here, no, there's no one else, just spare me......" The ogre who was questioned was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, and leaned on the ground and pleaded.

"None of them were missed?" asked Wang Tiedan.

"Ah...... It's all there, the fangs are there, the leader isn't there, the fangs are the leaders of our tribe......" the ogre cried.

"Fanged priest, what the hell, the evil priest in the ogre?" Wang Tiedan asked the little fox beside him.

Hu Muqing explained: "There are some priests in the ogre tribe who can rough black magic, and their status is not lower than that of the ogre leader, and they generally enjoy privileges. ”

Wang Tiedan glanced at the piles of corpses and ordered the militia to open them to see if there were any corpses of ogre priests inside.

After pounding for a long time, I rummaged through all the corpses, and even some broken limbs were pieced together, and no trace of them was found.

"Gone?"

Wang Daguan was suddenly angry, if he hadn't caught a live mouth and asked, he really didn't know to let go of an ogre priest.

"Clean up the battlefield, don't let go of every house, dig three feet into the ground and find out this green-skinned ogre priest for Lao Tzu. ”

The militia dragged away the ogre, threw them into the fire, burned them in a pile of corpses, and then spread a wide net to search for fish that had slipped through the net. (To be continued.) )