The hand on the crystal spear froze, and Gouyl looked up to see the human mage floating quietly not far away, looking at him with a strange expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Human Mage, Mother Earth protects any living being!"

As if there was a hint of playfulness and mockery on Kelrith's face, Gouyle's green face showed a rare purple, and he held back for a long time to say an ancient proverb that he had just learned the way of shamanism, but slowly pulled out the crystal spear in his hand little by little.

"Orc, aren't you afraid I'll kill him?"

For Gouyle's small movements, Kelreth just shook his head and did not make a move, then turned his head to look at the orc legion in the distance, and said inexplicably.

"Humph!"

With the teasing of Kelris, an orc warrior with a slightly low physique slowly walked out, the dark green skin represents the demonic blood that the other party once drank the same, and even fell towards the demon abyss, and the warlike but unusually clear eyes told everyone that the will of the orc in front of him was still firmly on the right side, coupled with the crimson robe covered by the half-body armor, the legendary orc warrior in front of him, who had been hidden nearby for most of the day, locked on Kelrith at the first step out of the orc sea, and the half-elf mage recognized the true identity of the other party at the first time。

"It's another one that can't be killed..."

Not caring that he was being locked up close by the orc legendary warrior in front of him, Kyris whispered in distress. Varok Sarufar, the famous Sarufar King of the Future Tribe, is a rare moderate among the orcs, especially in the future counterattack against the undead Scourge, this orc warrior plays a vital role, of course, all this is premised on the orcs can obtain a peaceful place and recuperate, and out of the shadow of the slavery of the past twenty years, fully recovered.

However, Kyris suddenly rolled his eyes, glanced at Lexa who was still being pressed and beaten by his demon guards, and a hint of imperceptible evil smile slowly hung on the corner of his mouth, and with one hand in his left hand, not only the one inserted in the giant bear Misha's body, but also the crystal spear that fell to the ground immediately flew back into his hand.

Turning his hand and putting away the two spears, the half-elf mage glanced at the stunned Gouyl with deep meaning, he didn't even look at King Sarufar, turned around and flew back to the fortress wall, and when his figure completely landed on the city wall, the demon guards who were frantically attacking Lexa disappeared with a loud bang, leaving a dull Lexa stunned for a while, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the friend of life behind him.

"Humph!"

A rich green light appeared in his hand and gently stuck to the dying giant bear, when Gouil was concentrating on saving Misha, there was an angry snort of Lexa in his ears, and he withdrew his hands that were attached to it, the young orc shaman shook his head at the half-orc hero behind him helplessly, and one of the two crystal spears pierced the lungs of the giant bear, and the other directly pierced her heart, plus it was ravaged and destroyed by the thunder element for a long time, and now it can still have some breath but a strong physical foundation is just a strong physical foundation.

Lexa, who was originally looking at Sarufal coldly, barely eased his face when facing Guyyle, but still didn't say anything, swept past the young shaman and quickly walked to Misha's body, and put one hand on his contract giant bear's body, a powerful force began to spread from Lexa's body to the giant bear, and the giant bear's already extremely weak breath began to recover rapidly, and when Guyar behind him let out a surprised exclamation, Misha, the giant bear who originally had only one breath left, had already begun to raise his head and begin to add his master's face.

"Lexar!"

However, in ten minutes, the giant bear Misha had fully recovered, and when he turned around, he jumped up, put the weak and even stumbling Lexa on himself, tilted his head and whispered a few times at Sarufar behind Gouyle, and when he was about to run away into the distance, Gouil couldn't help but shout.

"Sal..."

Holding his body with difficulty, Lexa stroked the head of the giant beast under him, and after the giant bear licked his palm affectionately, he turned his head and shouted the human name of Gouyle, and then directly ignored Sarufar's gaze and continued.

"The tribe is still the same tribe, but I'm no longer the Lexa!"

After speaking, he didn't look at Sarufar, whose face became even more gloomy and the corners of his mouth even began to twitch, slapped Misha under him, and disappeared into the distant plain with a path of smoke and dust.

"Hey..."

Watching Lexa leave wordlessly, Guyar felt a flame suddenly rise in his heart, the race has fallen to this, but there is still a lot of conflict and hatred inside, is this the heavens punishing the orcs, the way forward, where is the way forward for the orcs.

Just when the young shaman was full of sorrow, an old sigh came out, and Gouil immediately gathered his confused mind and said to the old shaman who came slowly.

"The Great Shaman... Lexa is gone!"

"I know, I know, child, that blue wolf will never belong to the orcs forever, the wilderness is his home, and now it is only a temporary departure!"

Wise eyes met Sarufar's eyes for a moment, causing the orc overseer to turn away from him, before Drektar turned to Gouyle and instructed kindly. This one is the most core object of his current protection, and he firmly believes that the child of destiny who is most likely to lead the orcs out of the predicament and into a new century.

In fact, as the son of Durotan, the enlightener of the elements, and a natural shaman rarely seen in the primeval period, the appearance of Gouyl is also the main reason why he, the current leader of the frostwolves, and the only remaining great shaman of the orcs, finally decided to lead the remaining frostwolves back to the tribe.

"Huh, it's over!"

As he opened his mouth and was about to continue to say something to Gouyle, he suddenly froze, Drektar turned his head to look behind him, the great battle that attracted thousands of lives, the center of the storm that gathered terrifying energy, finally gradually collapsed, with the words of the great shaman, a ball of holy light rushed out suddenly, steadily frozen in midair, a pair of seven or eight meters long holy light wings spread out, with a more and more hot and dazzling holy light, Marseilleu's unscathed caused the entire Soladin Wall garrison to cheer.

On the other side, Ogrim's figure waited until the energy storm completely dissipated before slowly revealing it, the armor of his whole body had become shattered, and the blood burned all over every inch of his skin.

"Orcs!

His eyes were almost completely holy, and with a natural coercion, Marseilleu glanced coldly at Orgrim on the ground, then turned around and flew up to the fortress, his two-handed swords raised high, and the cheers that soared into the sky once again overwhelmed the entire wall of Soradin.

"The orc's chance, gone!"

Standing quietly beside Marseilleu, Kelreth watched Ogrim be silent for a long time, and finally did not burst out of his momentum to the extreme, but turned around and returned to the orc army in a muffled voice, the half-elf mage breathed a sigh of relief, and said with some joy and some sighs.

Again and again, again and again, and then exhausted, the orcs did not have much momentum and will to fight in this king-to-king conflict, because of various negative factors within the orcs and finally ended without a problem, but no result is the worst outcome for the orcs, from now on, the orc army can not capture the end of Soradin is doomed. (To be continued.) )