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Hearing Paklingen laughing wildly there, the orc chiefs who followed him couldn't help but look at each other.

Although this is not the era of the Three Kingdoms, and these half-beasts are not the subordinates of King Wei who were chased by the Sun and Liu coalition forces on Huarong Dao and fled as quickly as rabbits on fire on their buttocks.

Everyone was already frightened, but every time they heard Boss Cao laughing wildly, they had to think about their bonuses and salaries, and pretend to be a plum who didn't understand, so as to highlight the positive image of the boss as wise and martial. Joke about the phrase "Why is the general laughing?"

But they couldn't resist their curiosity.

Someone next to him immediately asked, "My lord, what the hell is going on? Didn't you just say that we were going to meet Lorraine's troops?"

Packlingen pressed the wide gold belt around his waist with his hand and sneered, "You dogs, what do you know!"

Facing Lorraine? We're going to break out. Didn't those damn humans stand in our way at the front door?

There are so many people in this camp, which is much bigger than our goal. They're fools here!

That Lorraine is not strong enough, so he will not dare to chase us for sure. “

The orcs couldn't help but glance at each other suspiciously.

At this point, Parklingen continued: "Do you know what it's called? It's called the golden cicada shell...... Well, no, it's Li Daitao's stiff ......"

He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't think of an accurate sentence for a while, so he waved his hand with a big grin and said, "Forget it, whatever, we're going to run away anyway, let them be substitutes for the dead here." The uncles are no longer serving. Hahahaha......"

Someone next to him looked at the orcs in the camp and hesitated, "But ......"

Parklingen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he whispered: "But what! The grassland is so big, you can't go anywhere? We orcs have lived like this for thousands of years, so what is there to hesitate about?"

As long as the soldiers in our hands, when will we all be masters.

But if I surrender, I will be stabbed and I will be fish. Even if it's immortal. We, too, are going to be slaves. ”

He looked at the patriarchs, his tone changed, and he asked, "Are you willing to live like this?"

The patriarchs looked at each other: they were cut off by others, or they became slaves, and they were driven with whips every day, as tired as a third grandson, or did they continue to be their own patriarchs, bullying men and women, getting drunk and gold-obsessed, being grooms and grooms every night, and having mothers-in-law everywhere?

These two kinds of life are even a fool who knows how to choose.

Everyone is not mentally retarded to the extreme, and they all shook their heads at the moment.

Parklingen nodded and said in a deep voice, "Good, good." After everyone went back, they cleaned up, gathered the soldiers, and followed me. ”

The crowd said yes and was leaving.

At this time, someone next to him hesitated and whispered, "But...... My lord, what about our family here?"

When everyone heard this, their hearts immediately sank.

The orcs have always lived in a fixed place, and they live in pursuit of water and grass, so when the alliance was made this time, everyone brought their wives and children, and old sows. If they break through this time, in order to be able to move quickly, they will inevitably be thrown all of them down.

But those are their families, and they are the most important things in their lives!

You can run away, but what about your family?

Without their protection, they are bound to be fat in the eyes of other orcs.

The beautiful and capable wife will definitely be snatched away by them at the first time, just like the great Khan King Genghis Khan, who has a heart as great as the sea, and his head must be green like the green turtle in Brazil.

And the young cherished child is bound to become the slave of others.

Even after so many years of hard work...... Well, all the accumulated family property has been divided into a fine one.

Thinking of the terrible consequences, they immediately fought a cold war, stopped, and all turned back to look at Parklingen fixedly.

Parklingen looked at everyone's hesitation, stomped his foot in hatred, and said, "When has this been, you still care about those things?

As long as we have soldiers in our hands, where can we grab a few women, livestock, sons or something, and then we will be reborn. As for being so entangled?"

This Packeringen patriarch is also a heroic figure, ruthless, ruthless and unjust.

But he's a hero, but the guys under him aren't. The wine and beauty are used to living a good life, and of course the bones are much softer.

Therefore, the crowd remained silent.

Parklingen was furious, but on the surface he was silent.

He sighed softly, and then said, "Who? I will not force it!"

Seeing that his tone was loose, someone raised his hand and said, "Big ...... My lord. I've heard that the statue of Lorraine is not so brutal, maybe it's not a big deal to surrender. The children in my family are too old and still ...... It's still going to be ......."

As soon as he said this, he saw a cold light flash in front of him.

A long knife with a cold light has been distracted!

Then, as the blade entered the flesh, the sound was like a scalp-numbing sound when tearing leather......

He immediately snorted, looked down at the long knife that had reached deep into his chest, and then at Parklingen, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but finally all the voices turned into a long sigh. Then his body went limp, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Packeringen stomped on his corpse with his big foot and pulled the long knife out with all his might.

Blood gushed out, splashing his head and face in an instant.

But Parklingen didn't even wipe it, he immediately turned his head, looked at everyone coldly, and hissed and shouted, "If any of you are unwilling to go with me, tell me!"

The blood, which was still warm, kept dripping from his head, and it looked particularly hideous.

The patriarchs looked at him with fear, and shook their heads again and again like a group of white sheep who had encountered a big bad wolf.

"That's right!" Packlingen nodded in satisfaction, then carefully wiped the knife clean on the man's corpse before putting it into its sheath.

He looked up, looked at the sky, and said, "We don't have much time. Let's go, go back and gather your subordinates, then pack up, and take your men with me. ”

Everyone immediately agreed, and then turned and left.

Even though some of them wanted to say something more, in the chaotic crowd, they were dragged by the people next to them, and then left.

Packlingen looked down at the corpse at his feet and whispered, "Damn coward! ”

Then he kicked hard again, and then turned away.

As the order was handed down, the Pollack tribe and its allies all went into action.

For the sake of secrecy, the heroic orc warriors were ordered to fight Lorraine to the death for the sake of the dignity of the orcs!

Either way, the orcs had come to their senses. They knew that even with five million troops, it would be impossible to defeat the Empire's 'Flying Eagle God of War'.

But they are not idiots either, calling on those orcs to fight valiantly for the sake of the race!

The young orc warriors' blood immediately boiled again, and their hands re-grasped the weapons they had just picked up.

These proud orc warriors are not afraid of sacrifice at all. In the face of the powerful Imperial Corps led by Lorraine, they would rather die in battle and use their blood and lives to defend the dignity of the orcs!

But more orcs had already been killed by Lorraine, and the thought of going out and fighting with him again immediately made their whole bodies tremble with fright.

The officers had received the order, and immediately waved the whip in their hands, and the rain was drawn towards them, and the fellows who hit them screamed.

Some impatient officers were so happy that in order to complete the task to the best of their ability, they gave a show in front of the patriarch, and even directly used knives to cut down several slow soldiers to the ground.

With the help of whips and sharp knives, the officers quickly completed the task and brought the troops together.

Although the soldiers were afraid of death and Lorraine's artillery, at this moment, they heroically puffed up their chests.

Either way, they're fighting for the orc race!

At the same time, these warriors also looked at their comrades next to them with their arrogant eyes: we were not afraid of the most terrible person. This is to go to righteousness, do you dare to go?

The rest of the orcs who didn't participate in the battle were all flushed with shame at the moment, and silently stepped aside.

Some of the young orcs even picked up their knives again and joined their ranks.

But then, these heroic orcs, who were intoxicated by their self-sacrifice, suddenly appeared, and the direction of the troops was actually on the west side. And not directly to the north of the Lorraine Corps.

At the moment, everyone couldn't help but feel strange.

Immediately, a terrible rumor spread like a plague.

"Patriarch Parklingen is going to flee with everyone!"

"Patriarch Pakelingen, let everyone leave their families behind and run away with him!"

"Patriarch Packeringen is fleeing......"

Everyone was in an uproar.

The families of those warriors were already crying tears and painful as they watched their sons and husbands on the battlefield of death.

But they still have one last shred of faith to support themselves, that is, their husbands and sons, and they may not really die on the battlefield.

But when they heard this rumor, everyone immediately howled.

If they escape, it is likely that they will never see them again in their lives.

Wives lose their husbands, mothers lose their sons, and young sons lose their fathers......

Even when they are old, they still have no news, and they don't even know whether they are dead or alive.

Those family members don't have the slightest of what Patriarch Pakelingen needs, 'You all have to look out for me.'"

They wept and howled and rushed into the ranks, shouting the names of their loved ones, looking for their husbands, sons, fathers......

When they were found, they hugged them tightly and cried. No matter how much the officer next to him scolded, threatened, punched and kicked, but he said that he would not let go.

And when those soldiers came to their senses, they also wept bitterly.

The reason why they have been able to hold on to the present day, and who are still not afraid of sacrifice, bravely faced Lorraine's corps, is precisely because they believe that they are doing this to defend their homeland, their parents, their wives, and their children......

But now, the leaders are going to flee with them, shamefully, and leave behind their most precious family?

Immediately, everyone burst into tears.

The officers didn't care about these at all, they were all the sons and nephews of Parklingen, the children of their cronies, and no matter where they went, they would not be missing.

The officers could not pay any attention to the pain of the orcs, and when they saw the procession stop, everyone burst into tears, and they could not persuade them.

These valiant and loyal officers were all furious at the moment.

They whipped the soldiers and their families and beat them on the ground, screaming and screaming.

Even so, the soldiers and their families are still reluctant to be separated.

The officers rudely pushed the families of the soldiers to the ground, and then stepped on their clenched hands with the fine high-end leather boots they had ordered from the human Nedel City Flying Eagle Company without hesitation.

One-footed, two-legged, three-legged......

The flesh and blood on their fingers were blurred, but there were still many people who were unwilling to separate. And the crying and shouting are getting louder and louder.

Seeing this, an officer immediately drew his long knife and battle axe without hesitation, and slashed it at those soldiers and their families.

With the terrible scream, it couldn't stop sounding, and more than a dozen people fell in a pool of blood at that moment.

Everyone immediately froze.

They looked at the executioner, covered in blood, and they were all silent. Silently watching the man smirk, he slowly pulled the knife out of a child's body, and then the next moment, stabbed the knife into the body of a mother who was holding her son tightly.

Everyone looked at the scene in disbelief. I can't believe it at all, this ...... This could be true!

Aiming the knife in his hand at women and children, this is something that only the evil demon clan would do in legends. And those demons will only do this when dealing with other races.

This kind of despicable behavior of using knives against their own people, against their own children and mothers, these simple orcs were simply unheard of before.

At this time, the officer ignored the blood splashed on his head and face, raised the long knife still with blood in his hand high, and shouted: "The great patriarch has a life, and whoever dares to disobey the military order will be killed immediately!!"

Everyone couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, a drop of blood ran down the officer's face and into his mouth. He immediately took a heavy sip, and then continued to shout, "Now I command you all to let go of my hands quickly." If you delay the great affairs of the patriarch, you dogs will not be able to afford to eat. Heart, you all have to fall to the ground!"

As he spoke, he pointed dangerously at the soldiers and their families in front of him with the tip of the knife in his hand.

He saw the hands that were still clasped tightly together, and immediately shouted, "Let go, let go of me!"

However, those people knew that as long as they let go of their hands at this moment, they would definitely go from now on, and there would be no news.

In the midst of the officer's angry roar, they did not let go of their hands, but tightened their grips.

In this turbulent and turbulent era, as characters, what they have at the moment is the only way to face it. Only by being tightly together can we live in this world and have a reason to live.

When the officer saw this, he was even more angry, and shouted angrily: "You damned things!"

As he spoke, he slashed with his sword.

The blade fell like lightning with a sharp sound of wind.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, and some even screamed and closed their eyes.

But when he looked closely, he saw the long knife in the officer's hand hanging over the woman's head, and it could no longer fall.

Because at the hilt of the officer's sword, a big strong hand was holding the handle of the sword tightly, and no matter how much strength the officer exerted, he could not move half a minute!

The officer gave two hard pulls, but he was unable to snatch his knife back from the man's hand, despite all his strength.

He glared fiercely at the half-orc soldier in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Who are you, you dare to stop in front of the uncle, are you not afraid of military law?"

The half-orc soldier looked at him contemptuously, smiled coldly, and said, "Military law? You dog bastard is also worthy of telling me military law, people like you who wield knives at women and children have already been punished by military law!"

The officer's whole body shook at the moment, and under the weakness of his heart, he screamed inwardly, "Bastard." Are you trying to rebel?"

At this time, I saw that the half-orc had already raised his legs, kicked the officer in the stomach with his big foot, and scolded sharply: "Fuck you! We're not living for you leaders!"

The officer was immediately kicked to his knees, feeling that his intestines were about to be broken by the man's kick, and he held his stomach in his hands and coughed in pain.

And every time he coughed, a stream of blood would spurt out of his mouth, and it was extremely miserable.

But the people next to him were already like stones, and looked at him coldly in a terrible and cold silence.

At this point, the other officers next to him wanted to step forward, but immediately the other soldiers had already squeezed out of the crowd and met them, unceremoniously holding their swords to their hearts.

The officers tried to struggle, but the soldiers immediately stabbed them to the ground with knives in their hands.

As the screams rang out incessantly, the rest of the officers immediately became much more honest.

They no longer have the arrogance they used to be, and under the threat of swords, they are all frightened and raise their hands high, for fear that they will cause misunderstanding among everyone.

Immediately after, a roar like a landslide sounded.

Everyone shook their fists and roared in anger.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

“......“

The orc soldier raised the long knife in his hand at the moment, paused slightly in the air, and then roared angrily and swung it down hard!

The head as big as a blue ball rolled out of the bone. The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood gushing out, and then the blood of the soldiers and family members he had just killed gathered into a puddle of blood.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically.

By this time, Pakelingen had already received the news that there had been a mutiny, and had rushed over with his personal guards.

When he saw the situation at the scene, he was furious and shouted: "Come on, kill them all for me, you dare to rebel." Who gave you the guts......"

A group of pro-soldiers immediately agreed, then drew their swords and were about to step forward.

At this moment, a voice sounded, "Stop!"

Immediately afterwards, I saw the soldiers on the opposite side rushing up like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, a person, wearing a colorful feather crown, wearing a robe, and holding a cane, walked out slowly.

Parklingen saw it, and couldn't help but shrink the pupils of his eyes, and muttered, "High Priest ......"

When the orcs next to him saw the man, they all fell to their knees.

The person who came was none other than the High Priest Tanskovado, who had a high reputation among the orcs.

He looked at the corpses that were still clinging to each other, then looked up again and looked at Paklingen, his eyes full of sadness instead of anger. He whispered, "Pakelingen, Pakelingen, what are you going to do!"

Paklingen reacted, pressed his sword with his hand, and sneered: "What can you do? What else can you do? Of course, I will take everyone away and keep the last bit of seed for the orcs." ”

Tanskvado shook his head and said, "That's a good point, you're just thinking about your own glory and wealth.

Not to mention whether you can break out of the encirclement, even if you break out. The warriors were taken away, the strong laborers were taken away, and only the orphans and widows were left.

How do you let them live?

What's more, there are ewes and sheep in the flock to live, and only the rams will die sooner or later, and then the race will really perish. ”

Parklingen sneered, "I'm afraid this can't help you. Whether you let me go or not, I'm done!"

The crowd next to him immediately burst into a low roar.

Tanscvado sighed, and then without further nonsense, he covered his face with his hands and said in a low voice: "Kill!"

The group of orcs next to him had already been unable to bear it, and with his order, everyone roared angrily, rushed out together, waved the sword and battle axe in his hand, and killed Paklingen.

The guards around Parklingen were also unyielding at the moment, wielding knives to meet the battle.

The two sides played together in a ping-pong match.

Parklingen laughed when he saw this.