Witchcraft

Chapter 80 Deterrence
Luo Xin finally bid farewell to Qing Ge, that proud elf left without looking back, with anger towards Luo Xin.

After resting like this for more than half a month, the food began to be transported to the Wuming Forest in a steady stream, but Luo Xin had no intention of evacuating the camp of the Yellow Turbans.

"Master Priest, the headhunter has sent someone to negotiate with you." Yinyue hurriedly walked into the meeting hall, and reported upon meeting.

"Bring him up." Luo Xin was noncommittal.

Yinyue, however, had a wry smile on her face, and touched her cloth armor uneasily.

"These envoys did not enter the camp, but are five miles away. They ask you to go out and negotiate." Yinyue reported again.

Five miles away?
It can be seen that this group of sand bandits has no intention of negotiating. It is not so much a negotiation as a demonstration.

Only a demonstration requires such an arrogant attitude, and it is also convenient to run away at any time.

"Then let's go and meet these idiots." Luo Xin jumped off the huge chair with a mocking smile on her lips.

Leading a group of tauren, Luo Xin felt the agreed place, and indeed saw hundreds of people there.

That's a bit much for a negotiating team.

They were all riding on horses, and they had no intention of getting off their horses at all. The most eye-catching thing was that all of these people had iron chains behind them, and behind each iron chain was dragging an orc.

Some are dead, and some are still alive.

This group of orcs were led to run for hundreds of miles on horses, and the lucky ones who survived were the ones favored by the Lord God.

"Are you the priest of the orc?" The leader was a ferocious half-orc, whose fangs gleamed in the sun.

"Yes, I am an orc priest, please remember the name Luo Xin, maybe you will die in my hands one day, and I am very busy, so I don't always remember to give my name and surname." Luo Xin looked careless , but a fierce killing intent appeared in his eyes.

No matter what the reason was, it was too much to deal with a group of unarmed orcs. These orcs were just farmers, not fighters, and should not bear the wrath of war.

"I was ordered to bring this group of trash to you. Our chief hopes to wait for your signal to attack as soon as possible." The half-orc leader mocked arrogantly.

"Only cowards will abuse ordinary people. I have prepared a gift for you too. This is a gift for a real warrior." Luo Xin responded indifferently, clapping her hands together.

Dust rose up behind him soon, and dozens of tauren walked over carrying a large bag of things. Their steps were heavy and slow, but firm and powerful.

boom!
Countless big bags were thrown over, and countless human heads rolled down on the ground. These are the spoils of war, the heads of sand bandits.

True warriors dare to kill on the battlefield, but what the Tauren killed were Sand Bandit fighters, the verdict is high!

The ferocious aura overwhelmed the aura of the sand bandits, and the half-orcs were a little frightened, and even the war horses began to howl.

"You are challenging a great headhunter, do you know what will happen?" the orc leader roared hoarsely.

"I don't know, because it doesn't matter. Whether it's quartered by five horses or hacked into pieces, I will make sure that you don't have this chance to use it, and your head will be thrown out by me one day." Luo Xin's voice was like The emotionless machine looked at the half-orc in front of him coldly.

A weak body, fierce eyes!
The half-orc leader was restless, and suddenly he felt that it might be a mistake to challenge this broken jade claw.

These icy eyes would never yield. At this moment, the half-orc believed that even if he stepped over the corpse of Broken Jade Claw, it would be impossible for such eyes to yield.

"Let's go!" The half-orc leader knew that this deterrent might be ineffective.

The bandits put down the iron chains in their hands, and the team rolled up the sand, and soon there were only a group of howling orcs left on the ground.

Hey!
War always suffers the weak, Luo Xin let out a long sigh.

Soon someone went up to rescue the living orcs, and the eyes of the survivors finally became bright, and a new life rose.

"Master Priest, are we really not going to attack sand bandits?" Yinyue recalled what Luo Xin said before, and couldn't help reminding.

Peace needs to be defended by war. In the face of brutality and evil, only violence can truly and effectively stop violence.

"No, we need a war, a war that makes sand bandits dare not attack us." Luo Xin raised her head and looked at her follower.

Even Silvermoon couldn't understand this time, and he always claimed to be the smartest orc.

Luo Xin stopped talking, turned around and walked into the camp on her own, leaving two followers confused.

"Little white face, do you understand?" Feng Yang never wanted to think about it, so he couldn't help but patted Yinyue's shoulder, wanting to know an answer.

boom!
This blow almost dislocated Yinyue's shoulder, the strength of this tauren is really crazy.

"Big man, be gentle next time. Didn't the priest make it very clear? We need a war." Yinyue rubbed her shoulders angrily, planning to stay away from this tauren, so as not to be sent away directly .

The reason why the sand bandits are divided into three forces is because the contradictions between these three major forces are extremely deep, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

Now that the headhunter has started to challenge the orcs, Luo Xin decides to make the headhunter pay the price.

This war cannot make headhunters disappear completely, because the three forces are the safest balance, just like a tripod will never stagger.

Starting from the camp of the Yellow Turban Gang, it would take at least three days to rush to the camp of the headhunters.

Luo Xin intends to teach the headhunter a lesson.

On the other side, the deterrent team of half-orcs rushed back two days later.

Headhunters are extremely dangerous gangs, and their style is the cruelest even as bandits.

Outside the headhunter's camp is a circle of wooden sticks with human heads stuck in it, densely packed to indicate that this place is a ferocious hell.

Inside the camp, in the largest room, Hogg was carefully discussing matters with the boss of the headhunter.

Grew!

This is a big half-orc, with a height of [-] meters, which allows him to wrestle wrists with tauren. In addition, the muscles covered with tattoos all over his body are full of violent and ferocious aura.

He held a half-orc woman in his arms. To half-orcs, this woman was extremely enchanting. She was Hogg's heart and soul, and also Hogg's Mrs. Yazhai. At this moment, she became Gru's plaything.

scoff!

Gru laughed loudly, and tore the clothes of the man in his arms to pieces.

"I'm tired of playing, let the brothers have fun." Gru threw the man in his arms out nonchalantly.

Soon there were several orcs scrambling to rush up, and the picture was unsightly.

Hogg clenched his fist tightly, but he watched helplessly as his sweetheart was being played with at will.

This is what happens to losers!

(End of this chapter)