The trapezoidal wings spread, the circular turbofan roared, and the incandescent plasma gushed.

Fu Qinghai soared high in the air, the air currents swishing on the edges and corners of the armor, and under the scarlet goggles, a grim gaze searched below.

Like an eagle patiently searching for its prey.

White Scar, Eagle of War.

Below, an orc tribe covering a fairly large area, a large tent made of animal skins, one in the east and one in the west, chaotic. A barbed wooden fence encloses the garbage pit, which houses a group of jumping red scotts, wooden watchtowers, and stone walls that divide the tribe into pieces.

The whole orc tribe was in chaos at this time, the farts were screaming and running around, the leather whips in the hands of the orc overseers crackled, and the snot spirits tried to calm the grumpy Scroog Behemoth, but they were accidentally bitten and chewed alive between the flicks of the behemoth's head.

A large number of wild boys took up their weapons and equipment, bone claws, stone axes, stone knives, and spears, and roared and rushed to a certain entrance of the tribe.

Trying to pull the reins, the pig rider boy who controls the war pig under his crotch rushes between the tents, and the smoke and dust rise between the pig's trotters, flying the fart spirit who is not in a hurry.

In addition to the classic three things like Scroog, Fart Spirit, and Snot Spirit, Fu Qinghai also saw the Barbarian Orcs, Pig Breeders, Hunter Boys, and Trap Boys in the sky, all the types of troops that can appear in a barbarian orc tribe have appeared here.

Fu Qinghai even saw a few orc boys wielding short skull staffs, hanging bone chain ornaments with jingling bells, short stature, dancing hands, and green flames spewing from their eyes.

The backwardness of science and technology does not affect the study of witchcraft and magic.

Monster Boy, a psyker among orcs, can absorb the power of other orcs' "waaagh" and transform it into a psionic attack.

This is no small threat to Fu Qinghai, the stability of the strange boy is no better than that of an untrained human psionic, this is a group of psionic time bombs that can explode at any time.

A large, complete, thriving tribe of savage orcs.

Why did the entire orc tribe suddenly fall into chaos, in addition to the chaotic nature of the orcs themselves lacking organizational strength, but also because of ......

There was an old man in a tattered brown robe, single-handedly smashing into a gap in the fence and was killing in the greenskins.

Old man Hu Xian's steps were ghostly and sensitive, and the green lightsaber swung with a buzzing sound, dodging and shuttling in the black pressure of the group of Orc orcs who were two heads taller than him, and the forward steps seemed to be stepping and stepping, and the backward steps were like throwing and trampling, as he flew through the dense green-skinned muscle sticks.

"Boom...... Smack! ”

The green-skinned orcs fell around him in droves, headless, chest-piercing, skull-pierced, all charred and neatly wounded.

The sword pierces the heart, the sword is deadly, one step at a time, one sword at a time, the Oaks who keep coming up, they died instantly after seeing a flash of green light, and the corpses were piled up around the old man Hu Xian.

Old man Hu Xian has taken the Force Perception and the Four Swordsmanship to the extreme, reaping a lot of life in the tossing and turning.

The old man is definitely at the level of a Jedi master!

Fu Qinghai retracted his gaze.

Although Hu Xian is strong, but the orcs are also gathering, Fu Qinghai can't let him resist most of the pressure while he stands by, the strange boy who uses psionic energy and the huge and incomparable Skoog giant beasts, including the self-exploding Skoog, can pose a threat to the old man, even without these, Hu Xian's old man's physical strength will be exhausted by the endless orcs sooner or later.

Finally, Fu Qinghai saw a neatly draped three-meter-tall orc emerge from the tent.

Stretched muscles, thick layers of leather armor on shoulders, scarred faces on huge ugly faces, perforated bony locking rings on small ears and collapsed noses, and the Orc's most iconic giant jaw, which was larger than a head, was held by a black mandible-like protector polished by blackstone.

The classic armor of the Orcs - the Iron Chin.

Many Orcs don't wear helmets, but they do put an iron jaw on themselves.

Native chicken tile dog.

Fu Qinghai finished evaluating the valuable equipment of the war boss in his heart, retracted the trapezoidal short wings, and the whole person turned around and swooped down.

Like a rocket heading straight to the ground, Fu Qinghai didn't intend to grab the ground with his head, and killed the war boss with an inverted onion-style suicide attack, after accumulating enough kinetic energy, he turned over in mid-air, returned to his normal posture with his feet down, pulled out the chainsaw sword on his waist, and then slammed to the ground!

"Boom-"

The air is surging and the dust is flying.

A large crater was smashed into the ground, and the soil spread out in a radial shape, and the three orc leaders around the war boss were shocked to death by the shock wave the moment Fu Qinghai landed.

In the smoke and dust, a pair of scarlet eyepieces lit up.

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his elbow and pulled out the Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword from the chest of a brutal orc, blood splashing along with the sawtooth.

Orcs, your Grandpa White Scar is here!

"Buzz!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly turned around and slashed vertically, a pig rider boy who rode a war pig galloped, and even the person and the mount were cut off by a sword, and the two halves of the corpse were not able to retract, and they were divided into two and passed through Fu Qinghai on both sides, and the organs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood splashed on the bone-white armor like rain.

Fu Qinghai held the chainsaw sword in one hand, in a drag-knife style, and strode to meet the war boss with a frightened face.

Swinging a sword, no change of moves, no skill, is a mediocre giant heavy blow.

"Boom!"

The War Boss subconsciously took a step back, and the thick leather armor draped on his chest, along with the black stone chin on his chin, was split open with a blow.

Almost his whole body was split in half from the bottom up, like that pig-riding boy.

Fu Qinghai turned his head back and slashed his sword, and the sharp and humming jagged strips swept horizontally, and an orc leader who pounced on him from behind was cut in half on the spot, broken like a stalk of wheat harvested by a sickle.

It's so sharp!

The War Boss swore that it was the sharpest weapon it had ever seen in its limited life.

Fu Qinghai stepped out in one step, slashed down with a sword, and cut off the black stone machete that the war boss raised to block.

Fu Qinghai stepped out again, stabbed straight with a sword, sawed through the body of a strange boy, and kicked him away before his head exploded.

"Boom!"

The green psionic energy burst into flames, and the Oak psionic energy vibrated and shook the three wild boys to the point of bleeding and died on the spot.

It's over......

This is the last thought of the war boss.

They couldn't stand up to the raging Space Marine...... If only they knew what a Space Marine.

He is excellent in martial arts, and the head hunter who is the best at fighting is like a baby who has just learned to walk in front of him. His sword was indestructible, and there seemed to be nothing on the planet that could stand up to the jagged edge. He is also as cunning as the second brother Mao, and knows how to avoid the threat of the strange boy's psychic brain.

This is the most familiar decapitation tactic of White Scar, the most effective tactic against the Orcs, the war boss who was unfortunately found by Fu Qinghai in the tribe, and today he is unable to escape death.

The cold heavy armor warrior approached step by step, and the tall Scarface orc, puffing out his chest, took a deep breath, and was about to let out the last "waaagh!" on his deathbed. ”

"Huh!"

The cold blades of the teeth pressed against its throat, blocking the roar that he wanted to exhale but didn't exhale in his trachea.

The War Boss looked down, and the bulging beast's eyes met a pair of cold scarlet goggles.

"Surrender."

Fu Qinghai turned off the rotation of the chainsaw sword, his throat shook quietly, and a stiff and obscure orc word came out of the loudspeaker in the neck armor.

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(PS: The Death-Dreaders have no gender after the mechanical ascension, but they have a gender during their lifetime, there are males and females, and those high-level individuals after the transformation of the living body, such as necromantic nobles and tomb technicians, still have a concept of their own gender in their minds, so when describing space necromancy, there is a distinction between "he" and "she".) And Oak orcs really have no gender, and they don't have organs such as cows, so they always use "it" to describe Oak. ）

Chapter Eighty-Four: Classic Decapitation Tactics

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