Archdemon

Although Huo Ling wanted to consume these half-orc soldiers, he didn't want them to die in vain.

A huge bull-shaped monster rushed out of its lair.

Its target was the formation of a Type B combat regiment. If it rushed in, it would be hard to imagine what would happen to this Type B combat regiment.

Even if the Holy Land half-orcs arrived in time, this combat regiment would suffer huge losses.

But this time was different. A legendary undead on patrol discovered the trace of this Holy Land monster.

This legendary undead was tall, wearing gray-black armor, and pulled out a short spear from his back.

With his arms slightly bent, the soul fire was poured into the short spear, and the bone short spear seemed to be ignited by green flames.

"Swoosh!"

"Boom!!!"

The short spear was thrown out by the legendary undead with all his strength. When the Holy Land monster discovered the danger, it was completely too late.

Its head was pierced by the short spear, and the soul fire instantly crushed its soul. Almost in an instant, the monster was completely dead.

The dead body fell to the ground with its four hooves softened, but the speed of the charge would not be so easy to stop. The body was like a runaway train, sweeping across the trees in front and plowing a deep mark on the ground.

"Hmph!"

The legendary undead landed and collected the body of the monster with a wave of his hand.

The body of this monster is a good thing, which can be used as a mount for the Death Warlord.

After all, many of the Death Warlords under Huo Ling now fight on two legs, and they are not yet complete.

The legendary undead soared into the sky, and soon his figure disappeared from the spot.

When the Type B combat group below arrived at the battlefield just now, looking at the marks on the ground, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

I dare not imagine what kind of tragedy they will encounter if such a powerful monster rushes into the formation.

There were also soldiers of the clan with tears in their eyes. They recognized the appearance of this legendary undead. This was one of their ancestors, the legend of their clan.

Some soldiers recalled the many wars they had experienced recently, and the situation of the clan was unclear. They hesitated in their hearts and shed more tears on their faces.

The officer of this combat regiment was from another clan. He and these soldiers of the clan with tears on their faces could be said to have a feud between clans.

Originally, he had raised the whip in his hand and was about to whip it, but he felt that he was hurt by others, so he finally pretended not to see it and put the whip down.

The officer walked in front of the formation, pointing his weapon straight ahead, and roared: "Keep moving forward!"

In a valley in the distance.

This place is at least thousands of miles away from the pioneering army. Even if the pioneering army keeps the current pioneering speed, it will take at least several months to arrive and discover the situation here.

In the valley, inside a simple building.

The scene just now has been seen clearly by the people here.

A shaman sighed, extinguished the witchcraft scene, and then said: "We can't observe it any longer. If we continue to observe, we may be discovered."

On the other side of the room, a legendary orc had tears in his eyes, and his hands were clenched tightly, squeezing with great force.

The undead legend just now was his tribesman.

He had long known that this red dragon would turn the enemy's corpse into undead, but when this scene really happened to him, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

"I must kill him! This damn red dragon!" The legend couldn't bear it anymore, soared into the sky, but stopped in the air.

After venting his anger for a while, the legend returned to the room.

The clan had been driven here. If he died, there would be only one legend left, and it would be difficult to support the rest of the tribesmen.

In the room, a shaman said, "We can't stay here for too long... We have to continue to retreat."

"Do we still need to retreat? If we keep running away like rats, when will it end?" A legendary half-orc warrior complained.

"Then what do you want to do?" The legendary shaman asked with his eyes narrowed slightly.

The legendary warrior sat up straight and said, "When we escaped, didn't we plan to attack the enemy from time to time to make it impossible for them to rule? The legend who can kill them is the best!"

"Why do we have to keep running now!?"

"Yes, running away like this is not in line with the honor of our clan!" A legend echoed.

Of course, not all half-orcs are so brainless.

The shaman of another clan knocked on the table. He was already veryHe is old, but his strength is not the strongest among these legends.

The old shaman said: "Before we escaped, we did have a plan to attack, but how should we attack now?"

"Should we attack this pioneering army, or attack our former homeland?"

"This?" The orc who spoke earlier hesitated.

"This pioneering army is composed of the former elite troops of each clan. I have seen many good children among them!"

"Are we going to attack these former tribesmen?"

"We can kill all the sanctuaries that have surrendered to the red dragon and take these soldiers away!" A legendary warrior suggested.

"It's easy to kill the sanctuaries who have become slaves, and it's not difficult to restrict the five legendary undead, but how can we take the army away?"

"Even if the enemy lets us take this army away, without logistics, how long can we keep this army?"

"Needless to say, if there are marks left by the enemy in this army, the red dragon can find us at any time!"

After saying this, the old orc shaman seemed to have exhausted his strength and leaned back in the chair dejectedly.

"We can attack their city in the rear!" The legendary warrior still had some hope.

But this time, the remaining legend of the Skull-Breaking Clan sighed: "This won't work. The enemy must be on high alert now. If we go, we may not be able to come back..."

"This won't work, and that won't work. You cowards, are we just going to hide like rats?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room became quiet.

Each of these legends wanted to counterattack all the time, but it was not so easy to counterattack.

The enemy's legends were several times theirs. Once they were discovered, it would not be so easy for them to escape.

Thinking of the miserable lives of their people under Huo Ling's rule, more than one legendary orc sighed.