"Saiyan!!Is the Divine Envoy from the Saiyan tribe?" Bigu hadn't heard of this tribe, but since Xia Zuo was from there, it must be a very powerful tribe of the Munk tribe.

With the addition of Shazo, their small tribe may also be able to prosper, and it is even possible to migrate to the interior of the Campas Plateau.

Not to mention Bigu's secret joy at this time, Xia Zuo, who was stunned by his discovery, was feeling the changes in his body, and he didn't feel it when he was busy eating just now, but now as soon as he calmed down, he felt that although his injured body was still a little weak, his strength was much stronger than before.

The muscles and bones are so powerful that the scars on the body have begun to scab over in such a short time.

Thinking that every time a Saiyan experiences life and death, he will stimulate his physical potential and thus increase his strength, Xia Zuo couldn't help but be completely convinced of his judgment.

"Developed" subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and Xia Zuo's eyes showed a look of ecstasy.

As a well-known character in his previous life, the Saiyan, a fighting nation that crisscrossed the universe, not to mention several transformations that were enough to dominate the universe, was the original Super Saiyan, and his combat power was also enough to destroy the existence of a planet.

If he awakens that power, then he is a god in this world!!

Thinking of this, the corners of Xia Zuo's mouth couldn't help but flow out of Ying's liquid.

"God makes the Lord, God makes the Lord" Bigu untimely woke Xia Zuo from a beautiful dream.

A beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a delicate appearance suddenly transformed into a rugged muscular man with black hair, and the huge difference made Xia Zuo shudder, and goosebumps fell all over his body.

It took a full two hours for Xia Zuo to get the stubborn orcs to change their name to him, pack up the remaining loot, and approach Vic's tribe under the leadership of the excited orcs.

"Boss, it's coming to our tribe soon!" By the time the happy Bigu said this sentence for the tenth time, it was already getting light.

"Is it there?" Xia Zuo, who had already stopped his nonsense, looked around, and saw that on the distant horizon, a thick black smoke rose into the sky and dissipated, and a bad premonition appeared in Xia Zuo's heart.

"Oh no! something happened to the tribe!" the twelve smiling homecoming orcs, their faces changed at the same time, and Mai took a step and ran wildly in the direction of the black smoke.

After two hours of running wildly, Xia Zuo and the others arrived at the scene in the dark.

In the mess, you can still vaguely see the appearance of a small village, and the stone wall is no more than a meter high, and it has almost completely been torn down.

The floor was covered with congealed dark red blood, the pungent smell of blood and the stench of burnt fur filled the vacancy, and the small house was still burning and a faint smoke was rising.

The small village was visible at a glance, and although the ground was littered and almost completely destroyed, there was not a single corpse.

"Big Brother Bigu, they took everyone with them!" The searching Munch orcs easily found messy footprints on the coagulated blood, some of which looked like human footprints but were thicker than ordinary people's footprints, and others were Munk orc footprints.

Seeing such footprints, the already angry orcs around them immediately gasped for breath, and their eyes were red!

"It's those damn orcs who are going that way, let's chase after them!"

Knowing the temperament of the orcs, they naturally knew the reason why the orcs drove away their clansmen.

Even if they weren't siblings, they wouldn't allow the noble Campas orcs to be food for the lowly filthy robbers.

A dozen or so Munk orcs of the Worried Clansmen roared angrily and rushed out like a raging wind following the footprints on the ground.

"What is a half-orc? a type of orc?" Xia Zuo, who had never heard of this race, guessed the relationship between the half-orc and the orc from the name.

"How is that possible!" "Those filthy, greedy bandits, even the dirtiest, lazy and weak Pigs, are ten thousand times more noble than them!"

Under Bigu's angry description, Xia Zuo finally had a rough understanding of the orcs who had taken away the Bigu people.

The green-skinned humanoids with the fangs of the elders are slightly shorter than humans, but much stronger than humans, and although they only use animal bones and wooden clubs as weapons, they are also very powerful under their great strength.

Doesn't farm, hunts occasionally, lives on plants in the gravel wastelands, and plunders, and can turn everything in sight into food, bark, grass roots, carrion, and even dead orcs.

Dirty, mean, evil, cruel, cowardly, cowardly, and cowardly, a series of descriptions from Bigu surprised Natsuzo that this upright orc had such a rich vocabulary.

These half-orc tribes, who often attacked orcs and robbed hunters, were called shameless thieves and robbers by Bigu, because the departure of their twelve led to the loss of most of the tribe's combat strength, so that those weak and cruel thieves dared to attack the village.

And these are not unintelligent races, and they will not kill all their prey, they will kill the warriors among them, and brutally eat their corpses, which makes them feel stronger.

Drive the remaining old and weak back to the cave where they temporarily live, and use it as a reserve of food.

"These brutes!" Xia Zuo squeezed out four words from between his teeth, all kinds of actions were unheard of, the cruelty of these orcs was far more than that of many beasts killed just for survival.

At the same time, I also understand why Bigu is so angry when he mentions the orcs, and the anxiety he is now, if they hurry up, they may be able to save some people from the mouths of the orcs.

"Bigu, what are you worried about, we will definitely be able to save your people!" As he ran, Xia Zuo could easily see a sad look on Bigu's face, who was not good at hiding his inner thoughts.

"They're cowardly, boss!" Bigu said in a deep voice with an expressionless face, "Those cowardly thieves, even if there are five of them, don't dare to fight me alone!"

When the number is superior, the orcs will be very brave, but once the comparison with the orcs is less than five to one, this weak race can not even raise the courage to resist, and in the face of the real Kampas warriors, this ratio will be further expanded, of course, if they are really in a desperate situation, these half-orcs who are afraid of death will also burst out with strong combat power in order to save their lives.

Xia Zuo easily understood what he meant, just like the introduction of Bigu on the road, their small tribe only has less than a hundred people, and after removing twelve of them, there are more than eighty Munk orcs left.

In the face of this force, the cowardly orcs had to gather at least five hundred people before they dared to do such a thing as attacking the tribal villages.

After a slight silence for a while, Xia Zuo patted Bigu on the shoulder fiercely, "We will rescue your people, and the great god of Kampas will bless us!"

As the messenger of the god of Kampas in Bigu's heart, Xia Zuo's confident smile obviously gave Bigu infinite heart, and he roared to the sky, "God Kampas bless, tear those weak orcs"

"Shreds them and roars." More than a dozen orcs roared in agreement, but just a dozen ordinary orcs actually condensed an unyielding violent battle intent.

Following the bloody trails on the ground, the group ran across the wasteland, the agility of the Munk orcs making their swift movements almost silent.

The trail is filled with the rancid smell left behind by orcs and the disgusting excrement that occasionally appears on the wasteland.

"Boss, big brother Bigu, it's the smell of blood" The stout Mantas leaned over to Xia Zuo's side with a cold face, and his low voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"It's the blood of the clansmen!" Bigu gritted his teeth and said coldly, although the Munk orcs did not have the terrifying sense of smell of those races with a keen sense of smell such as the orcs and wolfewolves, they were far stronger than humans.

After smelling the smell of blood, everyone ran for another seven or eight miles, and only then did they come to the source of the smell of blood, blood splattered all over the ground, and four campfires that had not yet been burned showed that the orcs had not left for a long time.

A piece of white bones hung with bloody flesh crumbs was thrown at random next to the campfire, and the hair and human-like skulls all over the ground clearly showed the identity of these bones.

Not to mention the Munk orcs who were trembling all over their bodies and their teeth were rattling, even Xia Zuo only felt a stream of hot blood coming up his head, and an angry roar came out from the depths of his throat.

"They haven't gone far yet, let's chase!" The Saiyans' belligerent blood boiled, and the angry blood of the men surged into their heads, although the scorching sun had risen, but the surroundings of the orcs were cold.

Too late to mourn the clansmen, Bigu piled up the bones of the participants and set them on fire, chasing them with silent anger following the clear traces of the orcs on the ground.

With only four campfires, it can't be a large team of orcs, it should be half-orcs who have fallen behind or left the team with food.

The wind gradually picks up, rolling up fine dust.

In the west wind, there was a noisy sound, and Xia Zuo, who had five sharp senses, suddenly stopped, and the twelve orcs led by Higu also stopped their ghostly steps.

Straightening forward slightly, Xia Zuo silently stretched out his hand to signal.

Although they have an upright temperament, the orcs are unmatched in their talent in combat, and the twelve orcs are centered on Xia Zuo, walking on both sides, forming a swallow's wing-like circle, and creeping forward.

The peculiar stench of the orcs in the windy wind became stronger and stronger, and Xia Zuo cautiously approached the orc camp.

About fifty orcs gathered around the campfire, screaming frantically to bake what was in their hands, and from time to time they let out an unknown threatening cry of Ula Ulla at the orcs who approached them.

Unlike orcs and humans, orcs have their own language, and while no one knows how it came to be in this cruel, savage, and ignorant race, it's true, even if it's hard to believe.

Although the distance was still a hundred meters away, Xia Zuo could see through it, and the half-orcs were holding palms or thighs, and even one of them was simply wearing a wooden Munk orc to keep his roaring head on the bonfire.

His stern gaze reached the red-eyed Munk orcs around him, and Xia Zuo prostrated forward first, motioning for them to follow.

A tall orc roared loudly at Ulla, snatching the fragrant food from the orc beside him.

The snatched orc immediately waved his arms and roared loudly, but quickly succumbed to the powerful fist of the tall and strong orc.

The half-orcs, who were chaotic like beasts fighting for food, did not notice that a group of angry killing gods were quietly approaching.

"Kill!" When he had sneaked up enough distance, Xia Zuo jumped to his feet first, let out an angry roar from his mouth, and with a blow of his hand knife full of rage, he almost completely cut off the dirty and thick neck of the unlucky orc closest to him.

"Roar" roared, and the Munk orcs, who were already burning in anger, rushed out with a roar waving the loot in their hands.

The thick chains swept like a chain hammer, blood splattered, Bigu spears swirled, Mantas swords danced, and the bloodiest killings were used to vent the anger in his chest, and wherever the figures appeared, there must have been flesh and blood.

Xia Zuo didn't take the few weapons left by the hound, firstly, it was not easy to use, and secondly, after knowing his Saiyan identity, the Saiyan's fighting style, the use of weapons would restrict the play of strength, and the attack was not as fast as the hands.

Encountering a sudden attack, the panicked orcs had no power to fight back, and more than twenty people died almost instantly, and when the panicked orcs reacted to only a dozen Munk orcs, they found that there were still so-called companions standing beside them, but there were only about twenty people left.

Although they still have an advantage in numbers, this advantage is clearly not to the point where the orcs dare to face the furious Munk orcs.

The momentum that had just risen suddenly collapsed, and the panicked orcs turned and fled in all directions.

When Xia Zuo once again shattered the bones of an escaped orc and collapsed after a few punches, he wanted to find the next target, but found that there were no orcs standing around.

They fled in panic, not putting up the slightest resistance at all, and were almost always killed from behind by the angry Munk orcs.

Xia Zuo, who was fighting against an orc for the first time, couldn't help but be stunned, although the attack was successful, but in such a short time, he had already ended the battle before he could warm up.

"Boss, there are still two alive here" Bigu's thick arms dragged a shivering orc in one hand to Xia Zuo's side, his face full of contempt and disgust in addition to hatred.

These are two relatively thin half-orcs, wrapped in dirty animal skins, boasting of revealing a fishy yellow and white thing, obviously they didn't stand up at all in the battle just now, they were already lying on the ground, otherwise the angry Munk orcs would not let go of any standing opponent.

"Say" Xia Zuo shouted coldly, the two half-orcs with fearful and desperate faces, no longer need to exert coercion and temptation, the stinking aura of their lower bodies became more and more intense, and they scrambled to say everything they knew.

It's just that the two half-orcs who were scared half to death, and the shuddering intermittent words only let Xia Zuo know the specific number of half-orcs, as for the rest of the information, looking at the quail-like trembling figures of the two rainstorms, Xia Zuo is not hopeful about them.

"I'll leave it to you!" Xia Zuo said with a cold face to the Munk orcs beside him, after making sure that he would no longer get anything useful from the mouths of the two poor orcs.

Ignore the miserable howls of the orcs as they pulled the two frightened, limp orcs aside.

Xia Zuo said to Bigu, who also had a calm face, "More than a thousand half-orcs, have you encountered them before?"

The difference of one to one hundred made Xia Zuoda frown, even if the warriors of Kampas were strong, they could not be one to a hundred, and when they had an absolute advantage, these cowardly half-orcs would burst out with terrifying combat power.

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