Perhaps because the population is already very scarce, these orcs are exceptionally united. When they saw the orc's corpse on the ground, they subconsciously thought that it was Roger's kill.

Of course, it's actually pretty much the same.

This made the orc's eyes instantly have a trace of murderous intent, and there was a threatening roar in his throat.

"I said, you'd better calm down, he asked me to kill ...... himself" Roger simply wanted to explain everything.

But unfortunately, the orcs around him were not even interested in listening to Roger's explanation, and the orc's irascible personality was vividly displayed at this time.

A minotaur roared, and out of nowhere he pulled out a huge axe, and his huge body was already rushing towards Roger.

Roger's face also instantly became gloomy.

You don't listen to what you say, do you?

In a flash, Roger's movements were so fast that the minotaur couldn't react at all, and when he saw Roger again, he had already appeared in front of the minotaur, and his right hand stretched out five fingers to directly pinch the rusty axe blade, and the big axe that could open mountains and split rocks couldn't even break the man's palm.

The Minotaur's bronze bell-like eyes widened and widened, two puffs of air erupted from his nostrils, and his thick arms exerted force again, trying to split Roger's right hand along with the head below.

The Minotaur is known for his strength among many orcs, his brain is simple and short-tempered, he only has brute strength, and he is brave and ruthless, except for the tiger man and the lion man, few orcs can suppress the minotaur in pure strength.

But this time, the minotaur encountered the most exaggerated and terrifying enemy, and soon the picture that shocked all the orcs appeared.

No matter how desperately the minotaur squeezed his arms, the green tendons on his arms bloomed, the muscles clumped, and the throat roared again and again, and the huge body of the minotaur even trembled slightly under the excessive force.

But from beginning to end, Roger just stood quietly on the ground, not moving.

Are you kidding.

Although the Minotaur is very strong, it is far from the strength of the giant goblin.

Giant goblins can't do anything to Roger, and you can turn the sky upside down with just a minotaur?

In the next second, five fingers suddenly became stronger.

With a snap, the tomahawk pinched in Roger's fingers instantly turned into pieces.

Pinched, pinched?

The axe was crushed?

This scene made I don't know how many orcs trembled, and their eyes widened, what kind of strength is this?

When has human strength become so terrifying?

Only the minotaur saw that his axe was crushed, and his simple brain didn't consider how exaggerated the difference in strength between the two sides was, but his eyes were red in an instant.

The roar in his throat grew thicker and thicker, and suddenly the big man lowered his head, and a pair of sharp horns stabbed Roger in the chest.

As a result, before the horn could touch Roger's chest, Roger grabbed one of them, and then pulled the horn and directly picked up the minotaur with a snort.

With a hard flick of his right hand, he slammed it on the ground in front of him.

The whole earth seemed to tremble.

Burst!

A stream of blood immediately erupted from the Minotaur's mouth.

The gap in strength is too big, and this seemingly powerful minotaur is like a toy at best in front of Roger, and has no capital to fight at all.

Seeing that another companion was easily crushed, the remaining orcs were not afraid at all, but became more and more irritable, and one by one the figures approached Roger.

The little evil spirit next to him was already a little impatient, and some black marks began to appear faintly on the surface of his body, wriggling around like tentacles.

Once the little evil spirit is allowed to make a move, this piece of orcs is afraid that it will all be finished in an instant.

"Stop."

At this moment, a crisp shout suddenly came from behind.

Although this group of orcs was very irritable, they obviously did not dare to disobey the orders of the owner of the voice, and their bodies immediately stopped, but their eyes were still staring at Roger and the others. At this moment, a gap opened in the middle of the orcs, and a figure walked from behind.

When Roger saw this figure, his eyes suddenly brightened.

It's a Catwoman!

The most striking thing is the long white hair...... Unlike Leonona, Dolotia, and even Celubellia's long silver-white hair, it exudes a milky white luster in the haze, and gently flutters behind her with the evening breeze, and the shadows are like dreams.

On the little head are two ridged snow-white cat ears, narrow and delicate cheeks, fair skin better than snow, and a pair of amber vertical pupils, like the brightest gems in the world.

With a long white tail on her back, she swayed gently, her fingers were slender and slender, but her nails were as sharp as knives.

The dress on the body is also quite sexy, perhaps this is the characteristic of the orc race, they do not have the exquisite textile technology of humans, and the male orcs can wrap a cloth strip around their waists is already the limit, and most of them are unclothed, all covered by thick and long hair.

The situation of the female orcs is not much better, except for the position of the chest and the position of the buttocks, which are covered with a small amount of cloth.

The catwoman in front of her is the same, with a black ribbon wrapped around her chest, barely wrapping the middle position, and her lower body is even simpler, I don't know where to get a piece of black cloth, sewing a pair of shorts with rough stitches, barely wrapping the small and straight buttocks~., a pair of white greasy long legs and smooth and delicate lower abdomen are completely exposed, and a black leg ring is tied to the toned thigh on the left.

This catwoman seems to be the leader of this group of orcs.

When Catwoman appeared, the surrounding orcs subconsciously gathered behind Catwoman.

The amber pupils glanced at the minotaur on the ground who was still humming and trying to get up, and then at the corpse of another orc, and there was a slight sadness on his face.

But this sad expression soon faded away, and the woman's face returned to indifference, she took a deep breath, looked at Roger, and opened her pink lips to reveal two sharp tiger teeth at the corners of her mouth:

"This gentleman, my men are rough men, and I'm sorry for your offense."

Roger was quite generous, after all, he had a good relationship with the orcs 30,000 years ago, and he liked these straight guys very much, although this kind of personality occasionally brought some trouble.

Then Catwoman's face suddenly became serious, she raised her slap, crackled and slapped the heads of the werewolves, pig-headed people, and leopard girls next to her, and then kicked the minotaur on the ground again: "A bunch of fools, don't you see Edwin's appearance?"

Several of the beaten orcs did not dare to fight back at all, shaking their furry heads, looking at their dead companions on the ground, and gradually, these orcs changed their faces.

The torn belly, the flattened belly, the completely disappeared internal organs, and the dark green mucus next to it......

"It's ...... Goblin ......" a werewolf urn spoke.

There was no doubt that these orcs were already very familiar with the scene in front of them, and it was not the first time they had seen such a scene.

The minotaur also hummed and chirped and got up, worthy of being an orc, with rough skin and thick flesh, and was hit so hard by Roger, there was no.

Finally noticing the dark green slime on the ground, and some shards that were clearly characteristic of goblins, the minotaur finally understood what was happening.

This guy is also honest.

After realizing that he had made a mistake, he knelt in front of Roger with a pop of his body, his head on the ground: "What's that...... First, sir? This is Lao Niu's mistake, Lao Niu is wrong, Lao Niu apologizes to you."

And then there were a few knocks.

That look, let alone Roger, even a few other women

Those who watched were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

But that's what orcs are.

They have a short temper and a simple personality, and many times their brains don't have time to judge what the situation is, and their bodies move first, but once they find a mistake, admitting their mistakes is also called a simple.

"Be careful next time, this time it's me, if you meet an ordinary person, won't you kill you for nothing?"

"You orcs are in a terrible situation right now, what do you think you will face if you let the humans notice that someone has been killed by the orcs here for no reason?"

Goo-dong.

Hearing Roger's words, the minotaur was drenched in a cold sweat, and his body trembled against the ground.

This minotaur only then thought about what kind of consequences his actions would bring to the orc tribe, once the surrounding kingdoms led the army to encircle and suppress, the orc tribe that was lucky enough to exist now was afraid that they would all turn into powder under the iron hooves of the human cavalry.

I used to do it as soon as my brain was hot, but now I understand how bad the situation is.

Then, in fear and remorse in my heart, I went up again.

"This gentleman, it was the old cow who did it to you, and it has nothing to do with other orcs, if you are still dissatisfied, the old cow will use this life to pay back." As he spoke, his claws grabbed a fragment of an axe crushed by Roger next to him, and the sharp metal stabbed him in the heart.

It's just that before he could stab his heart, a small white foot next to him kicked over and kicked the metal fragments away.

It's Catwoman.

Although she has always wanted to maintain her image, she still can't control her mood and is very irritable, and her little hands are grabbing her snow-like hair hard: "You idiot, don't you realize that this gentleman doesn't want to hold you accountable at all?"

Strands of white hair are scratched and fall to the ground along Catwoman's fingers.

It can be seen that managing this group of brain-stolen things is really a waste of hair.

And this catwoman has obviously shown no less intelligence than normal humans, which should be regarded as a very rare alternative among orcs.

Catwoman took a deep breath to suppress the urge in her chest, and she looked at Roger again, "I'm sorry to let you see the joke, my men don't have a lot of brains...... Well, they're just a bunch of."

Catwoman simply couldn't have picked a better adjective.

A group of orcs looked at each other on the side, you look at me, I look at you.

Some small voices can be faintly heard:

Hey, do you hear me, call you stupid.

No, it's right to say you.

You're stupid.

You are!

Similar voices come and go.

Catwoman can only act as if she can't hear anything, otherwise she might really be.

"Below, Selena. Celtic, I don't know the name of Mr. yet."

"Roger. Ballet, you can just call me Roger."

While responding, Roger muttered the name of this Catwoman, Celtic, Celtic, this name......

Then his eyes widened suddenly, "You and Tiger. What does the Celts have to do with it?"

Selena's vertical eyes also flashed some curiosity: "You actually know the name of the ancestor?"

Ancestors...... No wonder.

Tiger. Celtic, the orc king of the orc race 30,000 years ago. The Celtic family is undoubtedly a royal family.

Could this catwoman in front of her be the royal daughter of the current orc clan?