Orc Knight

The white wolf patriarch and the gray back wolf patriarch found almost all of their clansmen after walking around the grassland twice. The white wolves and the gray wolves gathered together. The white wolf patriarch stood at the forefront, and he roared softly With a cry, he found Kest, his right-hand assistant.

"How is the damage of the tribe?"

Kester is a tall white wolf. He is completely white, but the tip of his tail is pure black. He ran lightly to the head of the white wolf patriarch, lowered his head, "Patriarch White, not many of our people died, but the injured There are many."

After a pause, Kester said in a delicate tone, "After all, they are the Violent Lion Clan. Once they get angry, their combat power is still very impressive."

White remained silent, and the gray-backed wolf patriarch next to him had a serious look in his eyes after asking the people around him.

"Sure enough, the lion clan... is worthy of being a big clan that has occupied the central grassland for 100 years. There are constant internal strife. Although their numbers and development have been curbed, the clan members have superb fighting power. Really... Can’t say it’s good or bad, but it’s a bit of a hassle for us.”

White nodded, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes, "Since Melov and the others have been promised, since they have been killed, and since it has been decided...then why are we hesitating?!"

He raised his head slightly, his long white hair brushed across his cheeks, and his dark eyes were deep and cold, "Integrate the team and continue to kill!"

"Kill them all! Leave no one behind!"

The gray-backed wolf patriarch laughed wildly, "Not bad, not bad, if you do it, do it! I say you... yes, it's you, Lars, and you bring the rest of the people with the White Wolf Clan. , to track down those scattered violent lions, try to drive them together, the direction..."

He tilted his head, his smile was indescribably mischievous and mischievous, his green eyes were like lake water in early winter, icy cold, "I remember their patriarch's name is Abel, right? Drive them away according to their patriarch's direction!"

"Seeing my own people die in front of my eyes... I wonder if that patriarch Abel will go berserk?"

"I'm really... looking forward to it."

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"Meet on a narrow road?"

Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the one, two, three, four... eight lions below.

The lion headed by it was tall and mighty, its golden hair kept jumping as it ran, against the rising sun in the distance, a dazzling purple-gold shone.

This guy has a pair of blood-red eyes, and it can be seen that he is quite excited, with a red fox in his mouth...

Uh, wouldn't it be the unlucky Fox?

Wuhua nodded, indicating that Ivan's guess was correct.

Ivan raised his forehead, Fukes, how unlucky you are... The monster attracts himself...

He shook his head and made a gesture, and the Mavericks who had cooperated with him better immediately lined up.

Ivan pressed down suddenly, and Blair fluttered his silent wings, and rushed towards Abel who was running happily.

Passing through the icy clouds and flashing the bright light of the morning sun, when he was a few hundred meters away from Abel, Abel suddenly burst into murderous aura, raised his head suddenly, and met Blair's cold eyes.

"Roar--!!!!"

Abel roared violently. He exuded violent wind elements all over his body, and his golden mane danced wildly. He jumped up suddenly, and even used Fukosi as a weapon to smash Blair who was rushing down.

"Shameless!!!"

Blair was furious, if he didn't change the attack route, he would definitely crush Fox into minced meat!

But just as he was about to change course, Ivan said coldly, "Blair, go down!"

A look of hesitation flashed in Blair's eyes, but in the next second he chose to believe in Ivan, and rushed towards Abel without hesitation, his jaws were wide open, and his sharp teeth gleamed coldly.

A flash of madness flashed in Abel's eyes, he opened his body to the maximum, raised his sharp claws high, trying to block Blair's charge.

Seeing Abel's movements, Ivan raised the corner of his mouth, and the tears that Fukos suppressed that night flashed in his mind, and his heart was burning with anger.

Abel seems to have blocked Blair's attack with his claws, as if to protect Fukosi, but when Blair's offensive ends and the next wave of offensive is launched, Abel can still use Fukosi as a shield as he did at the beginning. No matter what, he won't hurt himself.

Such a despicable and shameless guy... deserves to be killed! !

The spear in Ivan's hand stabbed straight, the fighting air flowed, the white light was shining brightly, the tip of the gun was a little crystal, dazzling like daylight, shining like stars, just flashed past Abel's sharp claws blocking Abel, and pierced Abel's eyebrows!

Abel's eyes were attracted by the sparkle, and he couldn't look away for a while. For some reason, in a trance, several years ago, under the blue sky and white clouds, among the blooming mountain flowers, Fukes's bright smile appeared.

He doesn't want to die!

He can't die!

He will not die!

Abel exerted all his strength and tried hard to control his body trying to avoid Ivan's attack. In the next second, blood spattered everywhere, and Abel's left eye was pierced!

"Aww——!!!"

Ivan's charge continued unabated, and Blair immediately followed. He first covered his face with wind blades, hitting Abel so hard that he couldn't find his way, and then he swung his claws and slapped Abel's face.

Abel's face was in pain, and his jaw could not help but loosen. Fukes, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly flicked his tail and slapped Abel's neck directly.

The three-year blank period, which was not short or long, made the memory of those short three months clearer. Fukes remembered... Abel's neck was quite sensitive, and now he swiped it with his tail, even if it was lightly. , It also made Abel tremble all over.

Fukes took the opportunity to fall out of Abel's mouth. Ivan drew back his spear, pointed the tip of the gun slightly, and picked Fukes who was covered in scars, stretched out his hand, and hugged him in his arms.

Abel stared at Ivan, and the heart in his left rib was filled with surging anger, but his mind became clearer under the torment of anger, and he said word by word, "Give me back Fukes!!! "

The violent lions behind him gave up Blair to Abel very tacitly, and at the same time set their eyes on the Mavericks who charged behind him.

One of the lions showed a surging fighting spirit. He opened his mouth wide and said sinisterly, "Isn't this a winged tiger... It seems that the slut that the patriarch is looking for is quite attractive."

"Isn't this great?" The other lion laughed loudly, "A bunch of them are sent to their deaths!"

Edwin, who swooped down, took the lead. His fighting spirit was ignited by the lions below. Fanaticism and joy flashed in his eyes, "Come the strongest!! I want to fight the strongest!!"

The charging black winged tiger and the bloodthirsty and tyrannical golden tiger collided together at the same time, flying bright red blood all over the sky, mixed with carefree roars and violent shocks, causing the brown soil to splash suddenly, and the green being Dyed red, the morning dew is mixed with blood and sweat, against the purple morning sun in the sky, making the scene of the fight have the same charm and coquettishness.

Within a few minutes, the wolf tribe roared in, and the violent lion tribe that had been scattered was gathered together. Facing the enemies who wanted to encircle and annihilate them, the lions chose to fight at the same time.

Use blood and fighting to determine the continuation and end of life, use sharp claws and violent body to show your pride and dignity, use the most powerful force and the most superb skills to end the life of the opponent, and give him death in battle The honor and respect of...

This is the continent where the orcs live, and this is the Karama Prairie where the fittest survive by natural selection.

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At this moment, Ivan has already withdrawn from the battlefield. After taking Fukosi back from Abel, he got off Blair's back. It was inconvenient for him to intervene in the subsequent battles. He just half knelt not far away with Fukosi in his arms. On the grass where he was, watching Blair dripping with blood in the fight, he didn't say a word.

This is the world of orcs, but he is a human.

Their distance is so close, and at this moment, they are so far away.

Ivan lowered his eyelids to hide the sudden loneliness and sadness in his heart, instead of looking at the thrilling battlefield, he set his eyes on Fukosi in his arms. His eyes trembled unnaturally, and he flinched.

Ivan hesitated for a moment, and he laid Fukosi flat on the grass. At this moment, Fukosi had not yet turned back into a human form. He was extremely weak in the shape of a fox, and his fiery red fur was full of scars, which was unsightly.

Ivan put his hands together in front of his chest, making a prayer posture, his expression was pious, and his voice was soft.

"My God, may you come down, save the world, and show mercy to all beings. May all the lost lambs be redeemed and find the way to the kingdom of heaven."

Following Ivan's sacred and mysterious recitation, a holy light suddenly appeared from his hands, which slowly penetrated into Fukosi's body. Fukosi's originally frowning brows gradually smoothed away, and the scars on his body gradually disappeared.

A few minutes later, Ivan withdrew his hand, and Fukes had woken up at this moment. He was just about to say something when he was attracted by the battlefield not far away.

Abel and Blair are fighting fiercely, roaring loudly.

Fukosi's purple eyes were instantly filled with hatred. With a low growl, he jumped up suddenly, turned around and rushed to the battlefield. Ivan stopped him quickly, "Your wound is only superficially healed. If it splits open, all previous efforts will be wasted !!"

Fukes turned his head abruptly, his eyes flashed with fierceness and determination, "If you fail now, it will be called wasting all previous efforts!!!"

Ivan was silent, he let go of his hand silently, and watched Fukes rush towards Abel.

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Then he lowered his head again and looked at his hands, which seemed to still have a sacred aura.

Ivan's heart tightened slightly, why?Why can't he use the priest's low-level healing technique smoothly after calling the God of Light?

Could it be that... there are still gods sleeping! ?