Lord of the Low Version System

Looking at the blood-jade-like cow hoof armor in Tamil's hand, Xi Tong wondered, is this a win?

Orcs are too good, right?

In Tamil terms, it’s not that you played well, but that the opponent played poorly.

However, Xi Tong does not think that the Tauren chief is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and there is no way that his children will be killed just because they are controlled by others.

There must be some unknown reason.

Soon, the Tauren Chief was branded with the Terra Stone energy chip, and everything about it was presented to Xi Tong.

I see!

Oxen, like foxes and tortoises, are all innately psychic beasts. They have the gift of divination and can sense the trajectory of fate—although only a tiny bit.

For example, in oracle bone inscriptions, A refers to tortoise shell, and bone refers to cow bone.

The Tauren Chief's ability in this area is also very outstanding, so the moment the world channel opened, he felt an ominous omen.

Before, his eyes were fixed on the meat on the plate, but he didn't know that he was also on the dining table, let alone that the dining table was placed on a chopping board that was ten thousand times larger.

As the war progressed, this ominous omen became clearer and heavier, eventually leading it to make the most difficult decision in its life.

The tauren chief, a high-level god, has the peak of 8 stars and the potential of 9 stars.

In fact, anyone who can achieve the Great Perfection based on one rule and reach the level of a high-level god has the potential to reach the 9-star level. The difficulty lies in insufficient foundation and insufficient accumulation.

That's why it can cause confusion.

But precisely because of this, it was a blessing in disguise, hugging the thickest thigh in all the worlds, albeit indirectly.

Tamir held the Bloodhoof artifact in his hand, and it was really bleeding and killing millions of orcs in an instant.

Who else!

Hearing His Majesty the King's words, many barbarians present echoed Who else? and their mounts also roared and roared.

Finally, after three calls, no orc dared to stand.

At this time, a harsh laughter came from the horizon. The person who spoke was thousands of miles away, but it had the effect of being close at hand.

We are still fighting, but the beast god has surrendered first. How funny!

Hahaha, are these the orcs who will never be slaves?

Coward! Coward! How ridiculous!

Hearing this heart-piercing taunt, many orcs on the verge of explosion could no longer maintain restraint and stood up with roars.

Then Bloodhoof landed and they could no longer stand up.

Hahaha, great job, this is the real orc!

Where is your backbone and your blood? Have they all disappeared with this coward?

Stand up, hahahaha, do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or be a glorious hero, even if it's only for a few seconds!

The orcs who did not want to be slaves could not withstand the temptation and incitement, and stood up with a roar. Even death could not stop their surging and passionate blood.

Tamil, however, had no sympathy.

One kills one, two kills a pair.

After all, when he first started out, he played the Eleven Slash Law and was so cruel to his own race, let alone a foreign race.

In the end, Thamel was directly involved.

With a bloody hoof in his left hand and a self-deceiving ruler in his right hand, the blood hoof falling from the air instantly expanded tenfold, not only trampling those who were jumping into dust, but also implicated the people around him.

If possible, Tamir would like to kill all the orcs present.

It's a pity that now is the time to employ people. Thousands of foreign gods and demons have invaded. My own manpower is already stretched thin. It is a great kindness to be able to recruit orcs under my command.

Of course, they must be orcs who truly surrender, and not the kind who hold onto various lofty ideals and rebel at any time.

Tamir turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

The next one is you!

The voice laughed wildly.

Okay, I'll wait for you in the southernmost part of the continent! I'm the God of War, and I'll dig your grave here.

Tamir shook his head slowly, Keep digging, be careful, because you will need it soon.

After saying that, he raised his hand and summoned the Transformers.

However, the Transformers that appeared this time were different, but in the shape of a huge ship - a ship floating in the air.

Everyone, board the ship!

The barbarians left some members to clean the battlefield and treat the wounded, while the others summoned their mounts and boarded the battleship.

There was a light flashing at the entrance of the battleship. After the barbarians and their mounts stepped across the light, their size immediately shrank ten times. In other words, the actual load capacity of this huge thousand-meter-long battleship was ten or a hundred times that of its appearance.

Not to mention loading the barbarians, even the orcs are more than enough.

The orcs also formed a queue and walked towards the majestic battleship.

The closer he gets to the battleship, the more the Minotaur Chief feels the greatness of this world. The opponent is definitely not the barbarians he imagined wielding bone clubs to fight, but a group of...

The tauren chief didn't know how to express it in words, so he could only comfort himself with food and shelter.

Lao Long looked at the battleship that was much larger than himself and felt puzzled.

How did it fly?

Why doesn't it have any fluctuations in divine power?

At this time, the battleship moved. It quickly took off. After reaching a certain height, it rushed towards the south like a sharp sword.

So fast!

There is only a brilliant light tail left in the sky!

Although this speed is not as fast as the old dragon's god-level ability Sky Sweeping Wings, it is still rare in the secular world.

In just half an hour, the battleship arrived from the northern end of the civilized world to the southern end of the civilized world and appeared at the location where the God of War landed.

The God of War is not as poor as the Beast God. He has a deep foundation in this world and is the official belief of a superpower.

Therefore, the God of War performed his miracles in Alexandria, the capital of the Lomut Empire.

At this moment, everyone in the Lomut Empire fell into a fanatical atmosphere. Both religious and non-religious people knelt on the ground devoutly and offered their faith to their gods.

After all, this is a religion that has been passed down for thousands of years. The creeds of this religion have long penetrated into every aspect of the empire and into people's lives and customs.

Moreover, war is the easiest thing to make people lose their minds. It is also a bad root that cannot be eradicated by human beings and the source of all evils.

This is also the confidence of the God of War.

War will never die. The only way to end war is another war.

So, he never fails!

Whoever wins is still his believer.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Those who are equal in strength are wars; those who are unequal in strength are only crushing.

The huge battleship slowly stopped.

Ahead, a thick fog of war hung from the sky, shrouding the intersection of the two worlds, and even more tightly shrouding the capital of the Lomut Empire like an iron barrel.

The battle flags are flying and the barriers are tight.

Almost without the God of War having to worry about it, the people of the empire spontaneously hung up the battle flags issued by the temple and enshrined the unique symbol of the God of War.

Therefore, the power of the God of War expanded faster and occupied a wider area.

He didn't even send a single soldier, but he easily gained hundreds of millions of devout believers who were ready to die at any time.