In the depths of the Gran Forest, there are a huge number of orcs, all of which are more than five figures, according to a rough estimate of their heads.

According to a rough estimate, the number of all kinds of orcs gathered in the central area alone and their bodies were obviously alienated approached six figures, not to mention the ordinary orcs scattered around.

The goblin with an arc of lightning flashing all over his body looked at the approaching storm in the distance and said hoarsely.

"Mighty enemy!"

It reached for the scimitar beside it, bloodthirsty fervor in its eyes.

Beside him, the purple and black cat orcs were relatively calmer, and although there was excitement in their eyes, they were more confused.

Although those foreign allies, who were not pleasing in their mouths, gave them the title of native, the cat orcs did not care. It's just a title, and the weak human beings call them even more crudely, and for a long time it has become accustomed to it.

Moreover, through their high-minded attitude, the cat orcs have also gained a lot of outside knowledge from the small talk of these allies.

For example, in the outer void, the world they live in is called the Great World of Magic; And the reason why the war of the orcs has become the current quagmire is entirely because of the damned gods, it is this group of damn moths who have made the information of the world public and provoked that group of evil players.

Although the orcs also received the help of foreign allies with similar goals, even with their help, they only rebalanced the balance of the war, but they could not return to the way they were at the beginning.

Earned?

No, it's a loss, and it's a loss.

The long war has been bloodletting the orc empire, although the orcs have super reproductive ability, if the mother is suitable, it is not a problem to have three children a year, ten or more in one child.

But the growth of the orcs could not keep up with the attrition rate of war.

Fortunately, with the help of its allies, the Empire learned the ability to craft biological weapons. Like those basic orcs, most of the orcs that have been copied by technology today.

In this way, the situation in the empire was stabilized again.

But if you don't win all the time, how long can you hold out with the support of biological weapons?

A well-developed biological weapon cannot be molded out of thin air. From flesh and bones to mental intelligence, it takes a lot of resources, and after they wake up, they have to equip these biological weapons with weapons and armor and three meals a day.

Consumption is reduced, but not completely depleted.

And those so-called allies who can even use their own people to wantonly pit them, are they really kind to help?

And also......

For a long time, there has been a lot of confusion accumulated in the hearts of cats and beasts, but these problems, let alone solved, are not even something it can understand. After all, it was just a lieutenant general of the Empire stationed at Gran Forest.

Here, the real commander is the behemoth in front of it - the Minotaur King.

But even the Minotaur is not necessarily qualified to know these inside stories, and even if he knows it, there is a high probability that he will not be able to change the status quo, otherwise he will not be stationed in the Forest of Loraine...... Shaking his head, dispelling the confusion in his mind, the cat orc looked up and continued to look at the approaching blood-colored tornado.

Was this a sneak attack plan on the part of the humans and elves, or had the Gran Mori now allowed an enemy of this strength to enter?

Either way, it means that after this, the intensity of the war in the Gran Forest will escalate again.

Irritated in its heart, it licked its paws.

As mutants infiltrated by toxins, cats and orcs are highly toxic throughout their bodies, especially their teeth and claws, which are the main weapons, among which the toxins are the most intense.

Feeling the toxin spreading between my tongue, a slight feeling of dizziness rushed to my head.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the cats and orcs to feel it, and the feeling of the spread of the toxin quickly faded. However, after being paralyzed for a while, the anxiety in the heart of the cat beast dissipated a lot, and it raised its eyes to look at the huge figure in front of it, and opened its mouth to ask, "Your Majesty, here you are again

New challenger, what do you think of the arrangement?"

"Your Majesty, I would like to take the lead for you and weigh the other party's quality!"

Before the huge Severed Horn Minotaur could speak, the goblin with the arc entwined on his body couldn't help but speak.

It had been stationed in the Gran Forest for more than a decade, and neither the humans and elves who came and went, nor the so-called players who later joined the defense, had failed to meet a few opponents that it could fancie.

Either the strength is too weak, or the courage is lacking, and it is not easy to meet such a one, it has not yet played, where can it be easily delivered to the hands of the Minotaur, with the manic character of the Minotaur King, no challenger can survive from its big axe.

Although, the strength of the opponent alone is already stronger than that of the goblin.

But the stronger the opponent, the more fulfilling it is to conquer, isn't it?

Defeat the strong with the weak!

Trampled the strong under his feet and humiliated him fiercely, and stuffed his head to the king... Under the Throne of the Chief.

Just as the goblin was imagining the beautiful picture, a thunderous voice exploded above it: "Bad lie!"

Feeling the terrifying oppression that was close at hand, the goblin who was still arrogant just now was sweating like rain at this moment.

A thick white mist erupted from the Minotaur's mouth and nose, its huge body bent slightly, and a dim shadow instantly enveloped the goblins on the ground, and the voice was deafening: "However, I have permission, take your elite, and bring back the head of the intruder!"

Hearing the promise of the Minotaur and the huge head that was gradually fading away, the goblin felt a pity in his heart, obviously it wanted the challenger's head to stay, but if it wanted it to refute the Minotaur, the goblin did not have the courage to do so.

"Your will!"

As the words fell, it pulled out the strange scimitar on the ground.

As it swung its scimitar, the next moment, the goblins gathered around it let out a cry of joy. A sea of colors is gathering outside the orc group......

As the goblins converged, the arc goblin stood in front of the group, communicating with the scimitar in its hand, and the blue-white arc jumped on the blade and gathered more and more, and finally the entire scimitar was dyed blue and white.

"Thunder and lightning!"

The next moment, the goblin raised the scimitar in his hand.

A thunderbolt the size of a bucket struck the clouds from the bottom up. The clouds, which had already been turned dim by the blood tornado, were even darker at the moment.

The sunlight was gone, and the black iron lead clouds converged, and there were dense thunder and lightning flashing in the clouds.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound resounded throughout the Gran Forest.

......

"It's the Goblin Boss, Falling Raykenor!"

The change in the celestial phenomena attracted the attention of the humans and players on the Gran Line, and some people were horrified when they saw this familiar way of playing.

How to draw it out!

Didn't everyone have a tacit understanding before, why do you look serious today.....

Don't look at every half a month, a huge war will be set off by the orcs. At that point, the entire walled line will be reduced to a bloody meat grinder, and after a war, countless corpses will be left behind on both sides - but let's be honest, dead and wounded are not even flesh wounds for both sides of the war.

Only soldiers who survive here for more than a year will be sent to other more advanced battlefields to participate in more bloody and fierce wars.

To put it bluntly, Glen Forest is a testing ground for recruits, and although the selection method is a little cruel, there is no way to do it, war!

But before today, the casualties in the bloody battle were the cannon fodder of both sides, whether it was the orcs or the coalition forces, the powerful combat power rarely shot, why was it so sudden today... Wait, that blood-colored tornado just now wasn't caused by the orcs?

In the coalition, the human side was slightly confused, and the elves were a little excited, although the elves were peace-loving, but that was when everyone was safe. Now my home has been destroyed and I am displaced

It's strange that they can endure living in a city with these stinking and deceitful humans.

The elves have long been fed up with the cannon fodder attrition war that used to take place every half a month, and now with the help of that unknown helping hand, it is time to blow the horn of a counter-attack!

Players are different, some are excited, some are worried, and some want to evacuate before the war has started, and the game does not have a blocking teleportation function......

But the next moment, all the chaos stopped.

Whether it was the orcs or the coalition forces within the city walls, everyone let go of the delusions in their hearts and looked at the sky above them with fear.

Beyond the clouds summoned by the Goblin Boss, Fallrekano, there are a large number of dark clouds converging.

The clouds completely obscured the light of the sky.

Countless thunderbolts were converging from all directions, forming a silver-white sea of thunder in the sky directly above the forest......

"How is this possible, I am the child of thunder and lightning!"

The Goblin Leader roared.

Feeling the dark clouds and thunder in the sky quickly breaking out of its grasp, there were three points of anger and three points of incomprehension in its eyes...... The entire sector chart.

It tried to raise the scimitar in its hand.

But the artifact that had been used to amplify its power was now like a piece of broken copper, with an arc of electricity flickering a few times before being extinguished.

Feeling the gaze of many of his fellow clans gathered behind him, the goblin leader was like a man's back.

Just when it wanted to try something.

In the next moment, the sky collapsed!

In the sky, it gathered into a silver-white sea of thunder, and it fell directly down at this moment.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the world was stained with silver white.

The entire Gran Forest was shrouded in furious thunder, and the screams and wails of the goblins were muffled by the rumbling thunder.

Their eyes and ears were blinded and deafened the moment the thunder sea fell.

Having lost his perception of the outside world and not seeing his companions gathered around him, the already timid goblin was stimulated by the pain, and at the moment he was scurrying around like a headless fly.

Seeing this, the Goblin Lord hurriedly gave up fighting for control of the sky and roared loudly, wanting to command these chaotic guys.

But under the thunder, its voice was so faint that it couldn't wake up these crazy guys.

Of course, even if this group of headless flies is awakened, there is no way for the Goblin Lord to do more than a few escape instructions, and this absolutely violent crushing offensive is basically insolvable when cleaning up the miscellaneous fish.

Now, it seems that these goblins are alive and kicking.

But it was just a painful stimulus, and as early as the moment the thunder sea toppled down, they were burned on the skin and shattered the internal organs... Even if he survives, he will die of his injuries, not to mention that this thunder sea that shrouds a radius of hundreds of miles has not stopped now.

It watched as a goblin passed by it, staggering to the ground. The body had already turned into a charred black dry bone, scattered all over the ground with the fall.

As for the Goblin Lord himself, after all, he is known as the existence of Falling Thunder Kainor, and he has extremely high resistance to thunder and lightning.

Although the Lei Hai entrenched beside him was terrifying, it could still endure it. Coupled with the fact that there are tens of thousands of goblins to help it share and reduce the power of the Thunder Sea, the Goblin Lord's current injuries are not serious.

In this situation, in the face of this one, he wiped it out without even seeing it, and defeated his own enemy in the most proud aspect.

The Goblin Lord's heart quickly cooled.

It is definitely impossible for this world to cultivate this kind of existence, otherwise it would not have received a little news in advance, and besides, this kind of elite, how could the coalition force let the other party break into the Gran Forest alone without protection.

Outsiders?

Gamer?

How terrifying it would be to be able to cultivate such a world......

An emotion that shouldn't have been on the orc grows in its heart, but it's a lord, but a race goblin - fear is normal, right?

It's a pity that the Minotaur is not far behind it, although the king's resistance to thunder and lightning is not as good as that of the Goblin Lord, but for a long time, the deterrence it has cultivated has made it dare not gamble, let alone retreat, so it can only go forward.

On the periphery of the forest, looking at the goblin lord who was struggling to walk in the thunder, Zhang Ke let out a soft "tsk".

Beside him are charred and withered trees, and under his feet are the bones of corpses, with the hope of the whole clan, bathed in thunder, and unstoppable alone in the face of a powerful enemy that cannot be resisted...

Zhang Ke really had a moment when he thought that he was holding a certain protagonist of the royal plot, overcoming obstacles and going through hardships and dangers just to defeat the enemy in his fate.

It's a pity that it's a goblin, and Zhang Ke is not the big demon king who destroys the world.

Regardless of whether it was truly brave or for some other reason, since the Goblin Lord dared to swim against the current, Zhang Ke no longer hurried slowly, but decided to give the other party a respect that belonged to the warrior.

With the slight fluctuation of Zhang Ke's divine thoughts, the thunder and lightning scattered all over the forest quickly gathered over. The Goblin Lord, who was still hard to resist lightning damage, instantly bared his teeth and cried out in pain, and purple-black bruises appeared on his snow-white body.

At the same time, the silent blood veins in Zhang Ke's body were heating up rapidly.

In the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the Gran Forest shrouded by the Thunder Sea......