readx;? The battle situation that is collapsing day by day finally makes the four ancestral spirits of the orcs who can't be hidden no longer have a way to hide. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first to appear on the battlefield was the bear clan Lingo Tuhun.

Originally, when Otuhun appeared, he was majestic, and a bear roar shook the four fields, how to look at it mighty and majestic.

Unfortunately, before Othun could finish roaring, a steel-core armor-piercing bullet driven by high-pressure steam shot into his eye socket with great accuracy.

The special form of the ancestral spirit made Othun completely unable to be killed by such a bullet that had no other unscientific energy attached to it except for steam kinetic energy, but his face was ...... but they were all lost.

This made Othun instantly angry, and he rushed to the grass nest where he had shot his black gun.

There was another dull gunshot, and Simon Heyer dragged his gun and crawled out of the haystack.

As a sniper whose melee combat strength is only equivalent to that of an ordinary soldier, Simon Haye would not dare to stay where he is, the only result of which would be that he would be beaten into a pile of pulp.

The second steel-core armor-piercing bullet was not able to cause any damage to Othun and did not even have the effect of delaying time for Simon Heyer.

But Othun was still blocked, and in front of him was a giant man who looked like a three-meter-tall giant who would make anyone with a phobia of dense phobia see a worm-ant giant covered in flesh on the spot.

This insect ant giant is the limit of what the swarm puppeteer Bi Mo can do now.

It's just that the insect and ant giant was torn apart by Otuhun in a blink of an eye, and the ground was covered with dense dead insects and ants.

The incomparably weak insects and ants, even though they can build giants, cannot construct strong and powerful bones and muscles, and have no lethal power against powerful ancestral spirits, and it is only inevitable that they will be torn apart.

But Othun was still injured, and the stealth hunter Teyululu, who was hiding inside the Worm Giant, tried his best to cut Othun open his right leg with a knife when Othun roared and smashed the Worm Giant, and pulled out a deep wound about a meter long.

If it's just physical damage, then even if Teyululu cuts off Otuhun's bear leg with a knife, it still can't cause much substantial damage to Otuhun, and it will only make Otuhun feel like he has been bitten by a mosquito.

But if the knife that cut through Othun thigh was also equipped by Brian Claston, a dozen Breaking Bad poisoners, and according to him, it should be highly poisonous against the ancestral spirit, then it would be a completely different situation.

Therefore, a second after the stab, the ancestral spirit body of Othun suddenly turned green, followed by a deep purple, a desperate gray, and a melancholy blue...... The color becomes very fast, and the Russian Tuhun is like a bear-shaped marquee.

This situation had never been seen before, and even more than three hundred orc warriors forgot about the battle and opened their mouths in astonishment.

If you want to describe the mental journey of the orcs who witnessed the wonderland, there is only one word to describe it, that is: "it, it, it, it......, it

"You're all deserved, you deserve, die!"

In plain sight, the marquee Otuhun fell into a rage, completely forgetting the task he was supposed to complete, and roared after the Golden Viper Wound militia quartet who had caused serious damage to his proud and fragile heart.

It's just that the Wounded Militia Quartet didn't stand stupidly, they helped each other escape quickly, and they also created trouble for Othun in an endless stream, so in a short period of time, Othun should not be able to kill the Wounded Four.

The wounded quartet fled so quickly that even the realm of Otto's fury could not cover the four monkey-like creatures.

Well, of course, this probably has a lot to do with the fact that the weaving spread almost as slowly as the bears in the field where Otuhun is expanding.

"Othun come back quickly!"

Therefore, the lion ancestor spirit Bomi Saha had to also show his deeds and try to call back the furious Otuhun.

"Bomi Saha, you shouldn't have come out. ”

The yak man Zuling Gesang Birom, who was slightly hunched on his waist, also lifted the hiding and blocked the way of the lion man Zuling Bomi Saha.

"Get out of the way of Kelsang Birom! If you still have some awareness that you are an orc, you should get out of the way immediately! Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you still want to save the lives of your yak cubs, now is your best chance to turn against you!"

Pomi Saha instantly entered the first-level combat readiness, and he has a bit of a friendship with Kelsang Birom, the kind that he doesn't know if he doesn't fight, so he knows Gesang Birom's combat effectiveness very well, and he doesn't want to fight with Kelsang Birom at all.

Pomi Saha knew very well that Kelsang had almost the power of a god that was almost not inferior to that of a god, and as the best at fighting the lion ancestor spirit, he still had nothing.

"I think it's more appropriate for you to turn your back on him, don't you realize that the current situation on the battlefield is clearly tilting in our favor? Believe me, Kaspersky is a generous and merciful crown, and if you are willing to swear allegiance to him, he will forgive you from your sins and protect your people. ”

Kelsang Birom didn't seem to want to fight Bomi Saha very much, so since Bomi Saha was willing to talk about the mountains, he didn't mind doing the same thing at all, anyway, as long as he passed the time with Pomi Saha, Kelsang Birom's mission would be completed.

"Stupid! Is your news completely blocked? Do you know how powerful Gao Tai of the White Ape Man Tribe is now? Let me tell you, where Gao Tai's war knife is pointing, even the Holy Falcon Kingdom, which has three true gods protecting the country, is about to be completely destroyed! Those are three true gods, and your current master is just a lone true god! As long as Gao Tai completely solves the Holy Falcon Kingdom, he will definitely bring his army of conquerors to come and overthrow you and your master!"

Pomi Saha probably felt that there was hope of convincing Kelsang Birom, and he even came up with the trick of intimidation.

It may not be completely intimidating, after all, in Bomi Saha's consciousness, Gaotai, who began to rise all the way after the collapse of the Western Continent, does possess the terrifying power and wisdom that can almost make him surrender.

"Pomi Saha, in fact, it is enough to do this kind of thing once in a long life. ”

Kelsang Birom shook his head and rejected the lion ancestral spirit, he clearly did not intend to submit to the Gotai in the mouth of Pomi Saha.

Of course, Pomi Saha could understand Kelsang Birom's words, so after Kelsang Birom finished speaking, he sighed heavily.

At the sound of Pomi Saha's sighs, a field shining with leopard prints enveloped Kelsang Birom with lightning speed.

This leopard field belongs to the ocelot man Zuling Hagosh.

So, as the realm quickly took shape, the ocelot man Zuling Hagosh finally appeared, standing on a small mound less than two hundred paces behind Kelsang Birom, with her back against a fig tree that had lost all its vitality in an instant after she had activated the realm.

The realm of Hagosh flickered like a mirror that could be shattered at any moment.

But when Pomi Saha turned into a giant lion with a golden mane, and then opened his mouth to spit out a golden realm, and then easily linked his golden realm with the leopard realm of Hagosh, this joint realm had a thick and solid posture like an iron pass.

"Gesang Birom, you are only a lonely one after all! A lions that are isolated from the herd will be chased by three hyenas and flee with their tails between them, not to mention that you are just an old cow with no claws and no horns!"

There was a hint of happiness in Hagosh's voice, and no one knew what she was happy about.

Perhaps, it was the pleasure of being able to kill a powerful ancestral spirit?

"Hey, I knew that there was still going to be a fight after all. Kelsang Birom also sighed, he turned to look at Hagosh, and then answered Hagosh's question very seriously: "I'm not a yak without horns, I'm a yak from the Qilizamaro Snow Mountain, so you can remember it later, oh you can remember that there is a small premise - if you have a future." ”

As he spoke, Kelsang Birom disappeared, and in his place was a majestic snow-capped mountain that rose from the ground and pierced the sky.

Looking at the tall and tall, as if they were about to pierce the Great Snow Mountain of the United Realm at any moment, the faces of Pomi Saha and Hagosh turned extremely ugly.

It's just that since the battle has begun, when and how it will end is no longer something that Pomi Sakha and Hagosh can control.

Bomi Saha and Hagosh, who found out about the joint operation, seemed to be unable to resist Kelsang Birom, who put down the Buddha and picked up the butcher's knife, and the snake man Zuling Siga, who had appeared before but was immediately frightened by the Holy Spirit commanded by the blood angel Vlaj Meow, also appeared next to the joint realm.

It's just that before Sga had time to expand the realm to unite, the blood angel form of Vlajmeth had already rushed in front of him, and behind Flajmeow there was a black spirit......

And the most hateful thing is that before Flajmeth rushed to him, a dimensional anchor that would make any ancestral spirit hate was nailed to Siga's body with incomparable precision.

On the dimensional anchor, there was still a faint breath of Eva, but when Siga, who spit out his forked tongue with hatred, looked over, he only saw Eva's back with her clothes gone, hiding her merit and fame.

From the beginning of the war, Eva, who had been fighting on the front line to suppress the high-ranking shamans of the orc coalition, also completely drained her mana pool after sending out this dimensional anchor.

But Eva's results drove the brilliant orc high-level shamans who were continuously suppressed by her, and in the process of dealing with her suppressive attacks, they basically exhausted their witchcraft, and even if they were able to perform shamanic witchcraft, they had already passed the best results, and it was almost impossible to turn the tide with just a few shamanic witchcraft.

As for Siga, who has been hit by the dimensional anchor, he doesn't have the time to pay attention to the shamans, and he doesn't have the time to join the joint realm to besiege Kelsang Birom...... He's going to die!

At this time, the alliance between the Famor Legion and the Orc Tribe, which was still fighting fiercely, seemed to be about to split the winner.

The rate of death of the soldiers on both sides has begun to slow down, but the ratio of soldiers killed on both sides has reached a point where the disparity can be described as seven to three.

For every seven orcs killed, three Famor warriors will be killed, and the reverse may be better - if three Famor warriors are not killed, seven orcs will be their burial victims.

The orcs are fighting fewer and less, and the Famor Legion is already encircling those powerful orc warriors.

However, the Famore Legion is also a little weak, after all, after fighting at high intensity for such a long time, the steam gunners who shine on the battlefield have almost emptied the high-pressure steam tanks carried in front of the station.

Without steam, a steam gun is just a burning stick.

Fortunately, the offensive of the orc alliance has been stopped, and many orcs who should have been fearless were even frightened by the rain of neat bullets, and they did not even dare to approach the steam spear army with only burning sticks in their hands......

But the rear of the Famore Legion took this opportunity to re-infuse the high-pressure steam canisters and re-deliver them to the steam gunners who were still alive.

The steam gunners who are still alive are only more than half of what they were before the war, and the steam gunners, who continue to output super high damage, have also been taken care of by the orc coalition in this battle.

After all, the number of war priests and mages of the Six Dao Sect is still too small, and they can't shelter all the warriors.

Fortunately, the souls of the fallen will be led to the solemn promise of the Six Divine Kingdoms, coupled with the blood and courage inspired to defend their homes and families, so that even if the steam gunners suffered huge casualties, they did not collapse quickly with their relatives and enemies, but stubbornly maintained the battle formation and firepower.

So now, the steam gunners, who gritted their teeth and persevered, finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief and rejoice or be proud.

However, the rest did not last long, and after replacing the new high-pressure steam canister and turning the burning stick into a deadly steam gun again, the steam gunners pushed the steam to the place where the battle was raging......

"Waste! It's all waste! These stupid orcs really don't deserve any expectations!"

In an unknown place, more than a dozen incarnations of the gods gathered, and they were watching the fierce battle that took place on the outskirts of Famor.

Seeing that the orc alliance seemed to be defeated, a small, pointy-eared god with cicada wings on its back let out a roar of rage.

This angry little god suddenly became Lu Bai's "old friend" - Drosk-Bloodwing, known as the Wings of Anger.

Wing of Punishment Manos-Lightwing frowned at this, and then he turned his head to look into a corner.

"Diamara, as the initiator, what are you going to do now. ”

(To be continued.) )