"Stop-!!"

At the front of the team, Wang Tiedan gave an order, and the cavalry who were moving forward stopped in an instant, and Qi Qi strangled his mount under his crotch. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This......

The scene in front of them was as bloody and cruel as hell, everyone was stunned for a moment in disbelief, and then their faces showed a look of grief and indignation, tears in their eyes, their hands trembled uncontrollably, and heavy exhalations came and went.

None of the present spoke.

The cold killing intent drove everyone to pinch the weapons in their hands and make a sizzling sound, and the silent team made a 'clanging' sound of metal blades rubbing, and all the militiamen of the Emerald City could not hide the anger in their hearts, and their eyes revealed bursts of murderous aura, and an unbearable storm rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground and struck towards the depths of the dark forest.

Wang Tiedan turned over and walked into the 'War Spear Tribe' that had been devastated by the war with heavy steps.

Bang Bang ......

The flames were still burning, black smoke was billowing out, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and choking smoke.

The shocking corpses of the old man and the child put the jealous and hateful Wang Tiedan on the verge of going berserk. Fighting back the grief and anger in his heart, he walked over to the corpse of a werewolf child of the Wolf clan.

This is still a child who has just learned to walk, with pink skin and a lovely appearance, but his feet have been cut off, and he has been dragged and crawled on the ground for a long distance, leaving a long trail of blood, and finally his eyes are fixed on the corpses of women piled up in the woods not far away, thinking that he wants to return to his mother's arms......

In an instant, Wang Tiedan took a breath, got up and bent down to pick up the child, and said softly: "Go back to the arms of the father, the father will bless you to meet in heaven mother and son, and you will never suffer from ......war again."

After a while, Wang Tiedan put down the child in his arms, turned to a group of grief-stricken subordinates, and said in a heavy tone: "Collect the corpses of the clansmen and bury them alive...... And this child, bury with the mothers in the woods, and fulfill his last wish!"

The militia acted silently, collected the corpses of the tragically killed clansmen, dug a large pit in the central clearing of the tribe with their flesh and blood hands, cleaned up the clansmen one by one, gently placed them together, and then covered up the dirt and sent away these innocent and kind orcs.

In front of the mound tomb, Wang Tiedan ruthlessly stuck a door panel into the soil and engraved it with a knife: The tomb of the warspear tribesmen.

The female mercenary Ash and the little fox Hu Muqing have been by Wang Tiedan's side, silent.

Ash has a stronger personality, hiding in a black cloak, unable to see clearly, and constantly stroking the war bow behind his back, as if to vent the anger in his heart.

Hu Muqing kept covering her mouth, sad tears flowed from her sapphire-like eyes, she couldn't help herself cry, and finally she couldn't control it, she lay on Wang Tiedan's broad chest, and cried bitterly, venting the pain and depression in her heart.

Wang Tiedan gently stroked the little fox's back and comforted her, cry if you want to cry, don't hold back the problem.

A sad and dull song sounded.

A group of militiamen behind him, I don't know who took the lead in singing the 'Requiem' of the Beamon Orcs, in a low, trembling, mournful song, with some prayers and blessings, may the deceased people get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible and return to the arms of the Father.

Everything in front of him is a microcosm of the fate of the Bimon orcs in the third layer of the underground world, and in the long history that has passed, I don't know how many good orcs have fallen under the enemy's butcher's knife.

The Warspear Tribe was not the first Beamon tribe to be exterminated, but Wang Tie Dan believed that it was the last.

Before he could finish singing a 'requiem', the scouts who were looking for information in the distance hurried back.

"My lord, a green-skinned ogre of about 300 people was found not far ahead, they were cooking on a fire, and they were not alert!"

As soon as the scout's words were finished, a group of militiamen behind him turned over and jumped on their mounts, and a series of 'clanging' metal armor rubbed sounds, and everyone's eyes showed an irrepressible murderous aura, and they just waited for the adults to give an order, and they were about to rush over and tear these hateful bandits to pieces.

"Green-skinned ogre?" Wang Tiedan's eyes flashed, "Hmph, it's really nowhere to find the iron shoes, Lao Tzu is worried that he can't find the murderer, these people who are not afraid of death haven't gone far, in this case, don't even think about leaving, it's time to end the blood feud that has been formed in the past 10,000 years." ”

Unexpectedly, the murderer didn't go far, presumably after slaughtering the War Spear Tribe, he went to attack other tribes.

"Scold the one next door, chase after Lao Tzu, don't let any of them go!"

A sky-high battle intent erupted from Wang Tiedan's burly body, and with a wave of his big hand, he led a group of murderous subordinates to rush into the depths of the woods.

............

Deep in the woods, a group of about 300 green-skinned ogres gathered, surrounded by beast carts and goods, and were gobbling up a 'delicious' lunch.

The food consisted of plenty of cured meat, and some rye liquor stolen from the orc tribes, which was rough and hard to taste, but these digestive ogres ate in large gulps, like a group of starving ghosts, and the food was too ugly.

In the center of the field, dozens of beast carts were parked, piled high with rye and other food stolen from the orc tribe, and the harvest was quite fruitful.

These stolen grains are the food that the 'green-skinned ogres' are preparing for the winter, and they are the key protection objects, and they don't forget to gather around when they eat, for fear that the winter food that these 'hard-working' stolen will disappear.

These 300 green-skinned ogres come from the 'green-skinned ogre tribe' at the foot of Raven Mountain, which is the most common of the ogres.

Ogres are a collective term for a race, which are the most common green-skinned ogres, one-eyed ogres, and the taller two-headed ogres.

The green-skinned ogre, known as the 'green-skinned ogre', is about 2-3 meters tall, and is naturally powerful, and the adult ogre's skin glands overflow with a foul-smelling green liquid, which has accumulated over the years and condensed into a thick layer of green crystals on the body surface, which is equivalent to putting on a layer of armor with amazing defensive power, and it is difficult for the enemy's sharp arrows and spears to break through the defense, so it has the name of 'green-skinned ogre'.

The 'Green-skinned Ogre' is a descendant of the ancient ogre god, born with a strong physique and infinite strength, the simple physical strength of ordinary ogres is equivalent to human level 1-2 star warriors, elite level warriors are equivalent to level 3-5 star warriors, and the strength of a few strong leaders and the like is stronger, comparable to human level 6-7 high-level warriors.

However, their comprehension is not high, they do not know how to cultivate battle qi and combat skills, they only rely on strong physical strength and brute force to resist the enemy, it is okay to bully weak small tribes, and when they encounter powerful enemies, they will often run away, and they are very cunning.

In the center of the field, a large man with a sturdy body and a physique that was obviously stronger than the other ogres, was holding an animal's hind legs, sipping rye wine, gobbling up and munching on it, compared to the others, it was obvious that he was the leader of this group of ogres.

Beside him, hundreds of ogres gathered together, looking in awe at the shiny leader's mouth.

"Poison dragon leader, under your leadership, we went out to hunt and exterminated 3 small tribes of Bimon orcs this time, and the harvest was good, not only played with women with fine skin and tender meat, but also robbed so much grain, except for the public grain handed over, the remaining food is enough for us to survive the long and cold winter. ”

A green-skinned ogre with a mouth full of big yellow teeth stole a glance at the fresh meat in the leader's mouth, swallowed a mouthful, and said with a flattering expression.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The leader of the green-skinned ogre named 'Poison Dragon' gnawed down the roast meat in his hand with three strokes and five divisions, leaving only a little bone with residue, and threw the clean bones to his subordinates with a flattering smile, smacking his mouth a few times, looking unsatisfied.

"It's a pity, those delicate-skinned orc women are unyielding on the verge of death, and they can only be corpses, and it is impossible to capture them alive and bring them back to Raven Mountain to warm the quilt...... Hey, I can only enjoy it until next autumn......" The poisonous dragon squirmed a piece of animal skin on the crotch and touched the huge guy inside, with a lewd look in his eyes.

"Poison dragon leader, since you haven't enjoyed it yet, let's go and grab a few more orc tribes tomorrow and fight for a few orc women with fine skin and tender flesh alive...... Quack, Chief, what do you think?" said Big Yellow Fang, leaning over with a lewd expression.

Syllable......

A loud mouth slapped into Big Yellow Fang's face, and several black and yellow Big Yellow Teeth poured out, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

"I don't think it's good!" A slap of the missing subordinates, the poisonous dragon touched his greasy mouth, and shouted: "You should be content if you rob 3 small tribes...... Presumably, the orc tribe has received the information, and it is very likely that they will send troops to ask for help, and then turn around and rob other tribes...... Are you a stupid hat? **** fool, if it weren't for the fact that you were a bastard born to my uncle's nephew and my uncle's mother, I wouldn't care if you lived or died!"

Belch...... Ogres have this tradition of blood confusion.

Big Yellow Fang didn't dare to get angry, kicked over a few of his companions who rushed to grab food, protected the meat scraps and bones in his arms, turned around and bowed his head to the leader, and with permission, opened his mouth full of mutilated teeth, and gnawed on the bones.

Creak...... Creak......

The sound of gnawing bones was full of temptation, and a group of ogres eating salted and fresh meat looked at the big yellow teeth with envy, and a large number of haras flowed out of their mouths, dragging them on the ground for more than a meter long.

Just when more than 300 green-skinned ogres were eating and drinking, and the big yellow teeth were holding the bones and gnawing wildly-

Whew-!!

A sharp arrow suddenly burst out of the dense forest, and with an afterimage that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, it shot into the mouth of the big yellow fang.

Big Yellow Fang fell backwards by inertia, and his eyes were still frozen with the smug color of getting the food, and the tail of the arrow burst out with blue, green, red, and white elemental energy fluctuations, instantly shattering its leader, turning into a pool of foul-smelling liquid.

"Enemy attack...... It's a 'Fallen Elf' high-level elemental magic bow archer who spreads out to defend against enemies......"

The poisonous dragon watched as his men were shot to pieces by an arrow, and one of them turned over and hid behind the beast cart, grabbed the weapon on the ground, the thick wooden stick, and tried his best to give orders.

On the ground, the headless corpse of Big Yellow Tooth was twitching weakly while holding a bone, and a tear came out of the eyes of the green-skinned ogre leader Poison Dragon.

"****, why is Big Yellow Fang dead, you are my own grandson, !!" (To be continued.) )