Orc Knight

Modiras' eyes were very light, so light that people felt he was ignoring them, at least the patriarch of the Black Kite clan was a little angry.

"I said, what's the matter with you hiding behind a half-orc?" The patriarch of the Black Kite tribe gave Ivan a malicious glance while prodding Modiras, "Or do you finally admit that you can't even have a half-orc?" Is it not as good as it?"

Modiras glanced lightly at the black kites, and said with a sneer, "It's better than being stabbed to death by some half-orcs."

The patriarch of the Black Kite Clan grinned, and Modiras' sarcasm bounced away when he reached a foot away from his face, and he said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, I didn't see it anyway."

Modiras choked, and he was just asking for guilt if he got angry with this kind of guy. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, then turned over and suddenly jumped off Blair's back.

Wuhua screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Modiras' face turned pale with anger, and he was furious, "Nonsense! How can there be a bird that fell to death?!"

After a pause, he said contemptuously, "By the way, except you!"

Wuhua was dumb, and Ivan said speechlessly, "I said Wuhua, you are also a parrot anyway, why are you afraid?"

Wu Hua said solemnly, "I'm afraid of heights, do you believe it?"

Ivan smiled, "I don't believe it."

Modiras fell rapidly, and the patriarch of the Black Kite tribe wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but was blocked by other goshawks. Although Ivan thought that Modiras would be fine, he still surrounded Modiras with Blair until He successfully fell into the water and was finally sent ashore by the snake people.

Before going ashore, Modiras glared at Ivan angrily, "The half-orcs should go home and nurse their children, and don't show off on the battlefield!"

"..." Ivan said with a half-smile, "Thank you for your concern."

Blair immediately comforted Ivan in the spiritual contract, "Don't listen to his nonsense, my brother said, as long as the bird with two paws is so arrogant that he doesn't know the heights of the world, and he looks clean and makes people want to beat him, then you can do it for Modiras." Don't take it to heart."

Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly. The two of them were by the Noi River at the moment, surrounded by jumping monkeys, carrying many dead wildebeests and injured orcs in their hands.

Ivan glanced at the battlefield casually, and found that Kotlar and Melov had disappeared. Obviously, the leaders of these tribes were doing some secret things.

Thinking of Fukos, who had been missing since yesterday, Ivan smiled playfully, forget it, it has nothing to do with him anyway, he and Blair only need to play hide-and-seek with the black kites in the sky here.

Thinking of this, Ivan said, "Blair, let's go into the sky. There are so many black kites, let's just practice air combat."

"Well, listen to you."

Ivan, who flew into the sky again, was surrounded by onlookers A and B.

"Oh my god, Blair, Ivan, you guys were really amazing just now!"

"Especially Ivan! You really dare to dance!"

The two tigers showed great enthusiasm to Ivan, and the first tiger said excitedly, "Why don't you take us to fight together, these black kites are very fast, and it is very troublesome to fight."

Ivan thought so too. Although the winged tigers can fly, they are not born birds after all. After all, they are not as flexible as the black kites, and the number of goshawks is not many. The patriarch Modiras also went down, and the sparrowhawk and gray-backed eagle Having been caught in the herd of wildebeests and unable to get out, thinking of this, Ivan nodded, "Okay, bring the other clansmen to rush with me."

This is not the first time Ivan has led people to charge. He is familiar with the formation. These tigers all worship the strong. They have seen Ivan's strength just now, and Blair was also in their clan with Edwin before. After fighting, everyone knows the basics, so after gathering together, the momentum is high.

Ivan looked at the tigers behind him, and he returned to the days when the Knights rushed to the battlefield in a trance, and then he showed a confident and proud smile, "Line up! Charge!!"

The overwhelming black kites were killed by a huge wind blade, and then many winged tigers formed a sharp sword light, flickering erratically in the sky woven by black kites, and the black kites who were seriously injured by the charge seemed to be falling Dumplings fell from the sky like a plop, and the wildebeest below them kept rolling their eyes.

The patriarch of the monkey clan on the bank beat his chest and stamped his feet, "What a waste..."

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This side of the Noi River was in full swing. About five miles away, Modillas sat cross-legged, and next to him were Kotlar and Melov.

The wound on Modiras' body has been treated by the priest, and it was covered with sticky potion. He said impatiently, "Not yet?! Aren't those wolf cubs the best at running? Why haven't they seen yet? "

Melov said calmly, "It's coming soon, Jiuzhi will contact you personally, the patriarchs of the White Wolf Clan and the Gray Back Wolf Clan have already rushed over here, let's wait."

Cotlar was thinking, while drawing a route map of wildebeest migration on the ground, he said to Sirui on his head, "Have the guys from the Violent Lion Clan come in?"

Sirui said bitterly, "I have already entered the southern grassland, just north of the Kexilama Valley."

"Has Nafkoth passed?"

"Well, the third brother said that patriarch Fukesi has brought those idiot lions in."

"That's good." Cotrall marked Fukosi's location on the land, "Then...inform Matt and let him change the route of the wildebeest!"

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At this moment, the leader of the wildebeest is galloping on the grassland like a joy.

Behind him are wildebeests rushing out of the Noe River.

Every wildebeest migration is a trial. Tens of millions of wildebeests crossed the Noi River and survived from the mouth of thousands of orcs. , no matter how powerful those orcs are, they are nothing more than that in a community with a huge number of races and millions of them at every turn.

This is a psychological transformation.

While thinking, the leader of the wildebeest led the wildebeests to migrate, and suddenly he found a group of orcs in front of him!

The leader of the wildebeest frowned. Generally speaking, there is a tacit understanding between the wildebeest and the orcs. The wildebeest never kills the orcs wantonly, and when the wildebeest leaves the encirclement of the Noi River, the orcs no longer chase after it. This time... Are the orcs out of their minds?

The wildebeest leader's heart was burning with rage, these damned orcs... well, this is their own court of death! !

The wildebeest leader let out a long cry, and the wildebeests behind him immediately gathered their magic power. The first wave of wildebeests rushed out at least nearly [-] wildebeests. These wildebeests galloped like thunder, and the rich yellow color gathered together , the powerful and thick earth element is condensed, and it looks like a landslide from a distance.

The orc who stopped the wildebeest leader was really Matt.

He led his own tribe, er, about three hundred people stood in the way of wildebeest migration.

About 90 people surrounded the city at a [-]° right angle, and they stood in about four rows. Matt set up an awning and looked at the surging wildebeests. Clan..."

"Patriarch, let's prepare."

"Well, all the clansmen obey the order!!"

The wildebeest leader can already see the group of orcs in front of him clearly, and he also heard the other party's command that seems to be about to attack. The wildebeest leader exerts force on his hind hoof and is about to jump high...

"put--!!!!!"

A strong smell drifts with the wind...

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

The wildebeest leader cursed infinitely in his heart: Damn weasel! ! !

Weasel, commonly known as weasel.

Their greatest weapon is... fart.

Shocking and weeping ghosts and gods... stinky fart.

The leader of the wildebeest felt infinite regret at this moment. His hind hooves were indeed exerting force, and he was trying hard to brake himself. Unfortunately, he charged too hard before, and the result was similar to the yellow mist condensed by the earth element...cough cough... …A cloud of dust filled with an indescribable smell quickly enveloped the wildebeest leader.

The leader of the wildebeest, the patriarch of the Fire Tiger Clan who kicked away, dodged Merov's sneak attack, stabbed to death countless leopard tigers who were hunted, and the bull fork who had gone through countless storms and waves capsized in the gutter.

As soon as that smell enters through the nose, that kind of nausea that makes people want to live and die surges from the bottom of the stomach, and then the whole body loses all strength, is weak and weak, and the calves tremble. People think that death is a wonderful thing.

The leader of the wildebeest was immediately hit. He bent his knees and couldn't hold back: "Ugh—"

The strong wildebeests who followed closely behind the wildebeest leader also turned into dead fish with glowing bellies...

So Matt Mika, the patriarch of the weasel clan, successfully wiped out the elite wildebeest without any effort...

Under the leadership of a small leader, the wildebeests in the back made a decisive decision, quickly changed their course, and quickly escaped from the vomiting scene along the right-angle slope made by the weasel tribe.

But Matt said calmly, "The first two rows back up, and the last two rows go forward. Even if it's a fart, you should save it."

He said slowly, "After all, if we want to divert all the wildebeests, we have to release them for at least two days..."