Twenty talented orcs, the number of orcs in the Sirius tribe is about the same, but apart from Iwa, although the combat effectiveness of the talented orcs in the vulture tribe is not worth mentioning compared with Miu, it still makes other orcs feel difficult.

But having them learn from justice is enough to make them invincible.

The trapped person is like an abyss locked in soul, dragging his mutilated body, and he will die with the other party, but also drag his life to death.

There are also those enslaved orcs, raging like the hottest magma in the world, and die when they touch them.

How those gifted orcs once tortured people to death, and now they are buried in the blood pool in any way, even more unsightly.

Hearing the uncomfortable voice of a non-orc, Miao covered the opponent's eyes and looked towards a sea of ​​blood in the hell. The silver light of his wings flashed, like a death sword, instantly harvesting a life and taking the person away from here.

When the non-orcs slowed down, Yan and the others rushed out.

Behind them are **** survivors, shark men, monkey stone orcs, numb, incomplete, and ruthless. They are like the doomsday zombies in Wen Lie's imagination. Standing here is just a cold body.

Miao: "Leave those non-orcs to us and take them to find the extreme."

He just stood quietly like that, which made people feel endless pressure, and people subconsciously obeyed and obeyed. Even though he was worried, Iwa couldn't refuse to obey.

And those silent rescuers finally no longer had endless numbness in their eyes. The first one was extremely beautiful, and the male and female shark was picked up by the tribe, and his voice was extremely hoarse. It was obvious that the vocal cords were ruined, "We, live. No more, please...you, take them away."

They were imprisoned in stone cages, tortured day and night, by those orcs...have long lost the courage to live, and after waking up and devouring the remains of the tribe, if it wasn't for hatred, if it wasn't for the inability to ask for death, they would have long since He was born and mutilated and died, and would rather be exiled into the endless abyss and be tortured by eternal life than live in a twisted life like this is now.

After all this, how dare they, how can they survive.

Wen Lie frowned in Miao's arms, raised his eyes, and had to admit that what the other party said was the truth.

Because of being trapped for a long time, the limbs of these orcs have muscle degeneration to varying degrees. Although the wounds on their bodies are not big, how can the orcs of the vulture tribe who have fun to torture them heal for each other? As a result, the wounds were so festering that there were even unknown insects on them, taking pleasure in drawing flesh and blood.

It looks scary and desperate.

He broke away from the orc's hug.

Miao did not stop.

He is always domineering like a child in front of non-orcs, but he has never surpassed the bottom line of non-orcs, forcing the other party to agree to all his arrangements.

When Wen Lie touched his clean hand to the wound of the talking shark, the other party shrank, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Wen Lie lowered his eyes and tried his best to let go of the magic power, letting it spread under the empty sky, and the voice spread out with it. It was not gentle, "It's not your decision to live or not. That way," his voice paused. It's a little long, making people hang up a little, "To us who saved you, to the people who endured slavery just to let you survive, and to the pioneers who sacrificed themselves and sacrificed their flesh and blood--! Fair? "His tone became more and more mocking.

The opponent's face was as pale as snow immediately, and the embarrassment and humiliation were even worse.

The shark was so weak that he couldn't hold his fists tightly, his eyes struggled painfully, "Then what else can I do..."

"Fight back."

"If the enemy makes you feel painful, double or ten times to fight back!"

Wen Lie removed the palm of his hand, exposed the other party's wounds as they were before, stood up, and surely looked at the injured people one by one, his voice was not loud, but extremely firm, "There is hope."

There was silence around.

All the wounded stared at the healing wounds on their bodies, and met his gaze, Wubo's eyes finally stained with a touch of color.

An orc hurriedly approached the residence of the priest of the gray underworld, with a sharp voice: "Priest of the gray underworld, something happened to the shark!"

Hui Ming heard the movement, but did not see the figure, but he raised his eyes to see that something happened to the house where the shark was detained, and the sky burned up, reflecting the sky red.

Hui Ming quickly swept away.

At the same time, different orcs shuttled around inside the vulture tribe, conveying the great events to everyone.

The head of the Liger tribe was shocked when he heard the news, "Those shark people--!"

They booked the Awakening Stone at a great price! !

at the same time.

The patriarch of the Vulture Tribe and his sons, including Si, their pupils shrank suddenly when they saw this scene, "Damn! Let's go over!"

In the Sirius tribe, the Wuya priest was unmoved, and said solemnly: "Leave it alone, go back to the tent."

Anxious and depraved, his face was gloomy, "Tomorrow there will be a ritual to the gods, and those people are all dead, are we all to our people?!"

Of course he didn't feel sorry for the **** beasts, but if so many people suddenly disappeared, it would be hard to guarantee that the tribe would not discover the abnormality. His seat was originally sitting on thin ice, this matter was dug up, let alone him, the black tooth priest can't get better!

The Wuya priest closed his eyes slightly to cover the cold light in it, "What's the hurry? Didn't the Liger tribe have promised Hui Ming to replace? Or a normal orc with a strong body, ... but willing."

Tan's eyes lit up, "Are you serious?" But then he was puzzled, "They dare to use normal orcs?"

"What's impossible. Do you think you are as incapable as you, making the tribe so ugly for the position of the patriarch?"

If it weren't for this worthless guy, how could he be so careful that even a few lives would be exhausted.

It’s still that kid who won’t let him worry about it this way, if that kind of power can be used by him...

Tan choked, his face became ugly again, and his anger was violent-sooner or later, he was going to get rid of all the orcs who were against him! And Miu, Tan turned his head to look at the priest Wuya, the strange color in his eyes was extinguished, isn't the old thing protecting him? He wanted to see if he absorbed the other's empowerment and sent the other's corpse to the old man, can he show such a face to him! !

Almost everyone was sent to the shark, and Miao led the non-orcs to hurriedly approach Hui Ming's house.

At the same time, Tu and the others from the Ocelot tribe hurried over and announced that the mission was successfully completed, "The altar of sacrifice was destroyed, and the empowered orcs were killed. The ordinary orcs were **** and taken away by them."

Miao's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered: "Go in and find someone. Who dares to call, stop their mouths."

Everyone twitched their mouths, but they didn't refute it. During the emergency, they couldn't take care of that much.

The condition of the non-orcs is much better than that of the sharks and the monkey stone orcs, probably because the entire vulture tribe has only one priest, Hui Ming, the casualties are not tragic, and many of them are cultivated by the vulture tribe. Non-orcs, probably didn't want to make it too ugly, except for those killed by bloodletting, the rest, Hui Ming didn't torture him.

Contrary to Miu's expectation, there was no one guarding here, and it turned out that Hui Ming was guarding nearly three hundred non-orcs by himself.

Everyone in Wencheng and the Ocelot tribe who rushed into the underground stone chamber were shocked!

The beast **** is on! !

Here, his mother's mother was actually imprisoned by Hui Ming with three hundred non-orcs! !

Three hundred, what is this concept? !

This is the number they might count in their lifetime! !

You know, this is not all the non-orcs of the vulture tribe, and the number of non-orcs on the bright side of the vulture tribe is only a few.

Three hundred, big tribes like the Ocelot tribe are no more than this number, they are still the largest number of non-orcs among the tribes!

In an instant, facing these non-orcs who were locked in the stone room, like frightened birds, the orcs salivated, like a wolf meeting a sheep, the green light in their eyes almost burst out into substance.

Wen Lie's eyes were about to be blinded, frowning and drinking: "What are you still doing?! Yan can't stop Huiming and the others for long!"

Miu's brows were also slightly frowned. Seeing the number of people who exceeded their expectations, a cold expression flashed across the brows. When he was about to speak, he was stopped by non-orcs who noticed something.

Wen Lie shook his head, "Let people call their friends over and act together. It will always be faster!"

They thought that there were no more than a hundred non-orcs who were confined underground. After all, how could there be so many non-orcs with magic power?

But now, Hui Ming is afraid that he is more greedy, and counts those non-orcs with extremely weak magic power as one of drawing power.

But this adds to the difficulty for them. They not only want to rescue people, but also take people to escape the hunting of the vulture tribe. Originally, with the number of people they expected, they could fully afford to take people back to the tribe.

But now, there are twice as many people, how can they solve it?

Leaving aside this for now, how are they going to safely transfer people away before Hui Ming brings them over? ?

With the speed of the terrestrial orcs around them, it is naturally far inferior to the speed of the vulture tribe with the ability to fly.

Then, we can only fight head-on.

Sure enough, with the help of the Ocelot Tribe and the people of Wencheng, the Orcs and other small tribes who had arrived, took the ordinary people away, and when they came the second time, Hui Ming brought them there.

In addition to him, the head of the vulture tribe, who has never seen his face, is actually a sickly orc. His demeanor is not ugly, but his eyes are too gloomy, which makes people subconsciously unhappy.

Next to him were Si, and the orcs whose faces were somewhat similar to him. When the opponents came over, the huge energy of their bodies was poured out, making Wen Lie's people almost subconsciously pale.

Sure enough, there is a hole card.

Miao narrowed his eyes, there was no fear on his face, but his hands behind his back were clenched.

"Those sharks are you?" The patriarch of the vulture tribe said, the empowerment of his body is almost more than the sum of several young vulture tribe orcs, with an endless sense of oppression, even if the non-orcs are not the target of the opponent, it almost makes Nearly half of the non-orcs who had suffered large and small injuries in the back knelt down.

Wen Lie subconsciously used the magic power, only to feel better in his chest.

Miao slowly opened his wings, and everyone was taken aback. This was the common sense that almost all the winged people were told when they were born. Compared to the back, wings were their fatal weakness.

Now, the orc on the opposite side faces the enemy and spreads its wings. In the eyes of the vulture tribe orcs, this is not only arrogant, it is simply ridiculous.

Sihaha laughed, his rough voice filled with endless sarcasm, "Is it true to be your own Sirius bloodline?" He licked his lips, made a sound at the yin, and said to the people around him, "Don't interfere, look at that guy. Throw his non-orcs and brothers for the sake of me, and I will help him get this Sirius bloodline!"

Miao's body was as cold as ice, and even his wings seemed to freeze into the sharpest ice skates, but he gently brushed the non-orc's waist, looking at the opponent's clear and innocent eyes with worry and anxiety, he finally fluttered his wings gently, In the eyes of sudden shock, the person was sent out, and when the wing tail was completely separated from the person, a drop of warm blood fell on the opponent's lips, fainting the coquettish color, "Tu, take him away!"

Tu struggled up, knowing Miu's plan in his heart, and did not hesitate for a second, "Extremely! Take the Great Witch away! Bring the rest of the non-orcs with you."

They have practiced bows and arrows for so many days, and they have hardly come in handy. Now, let the **** orcs of the vulture tribe taste the taste of piercing arrows!

Wen Lie recovered from the shock, and immediately looked at Miu. The other side's figure was already entangled with the leaders of the Vulture Tribe, blurred like light and shadow, only blood splashed, and no real face was seen.

He felt a familiar pain in his chest, but it was fleeting, it was the drop of blood...

However, another kind of tingling slowly took over there, making it hard to ignore.

"go!"

He will always come back, at least the culprit Hui Ming, he will not let go.