I will swear to protect the beauty with my life.

The tribe has experienced nearly ten sieges in the past few days. No matter how they escape or hide, they will be found. There is no escape or hide. According to the classics handed down by their ancestors, the demons have a special sense of orcs. They will be easily found and can only keep moving forward.

But they don't even dare to stop. If they just keep fighting and running away, they will only face the group of humans and have a glimmer of hope. If they defend the city, they will face the terrible existence in the sky and the real demons - this is what they really fear.

Frequent escapes and battles have exhausted the orc tribe, and the lion king is even more seriously injured. During this period, several patriarchs died heroically.

As the number of sieges increases, the enemies are getting stronger and stronger, making the already exhausted orcs suffer more and more casualties.

Despair and panic are brewing. Even the lion king can't suppress it. He can only lead everyone to take a short rest at risk.

But in a moment, a monkey beastman came running from a distance and rushed straight towards the lion king. The large area of burns and cuts on his body made it difficult for him to even walk.

"Chief......Chieftain......enemy......west......"

The monkey fell into the lion's arms, and after saying this, he died. Having completed his mission, he smiled and walked into the abyss first.

Hearing this, the lion's hair stood upside down. He had only rested for less than half an hour.......

"The whole army is in formation! The enemy is attacking! Everyone, move forward at full speed! The chiefs of each tribe lead their people to resist the foreign enemies!"

The roar of the lion king resounded throughout the jungle. Not only the orcs of each tribe heard it, but also the various reincarnations who were lurking in hiding heard it. After a moment's hesitation, the reincarnations decided to launch an attack in advance.

"Go! That lion is playing with the wheel and killing him! The others are just small fry!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

"Get rich!!!"

Hundreds of lurking reincarnations rushed forward and attacked the orcs from all directions. The exhausted orc soldiers retreated step by step. The reincarnations were like a hot knife cutting through butter, unstoppable.

"The chiefs of all tribes stand in front of the soldiers!"

The lion king saw the reincarnations began to slaughter civilians by the soldiers, and he could not help but roar in anxiety. A flaw appeared under his hand, and the reincarnation who was riding the wheel in front of him seized the opportunity to cut him.

The lion king had hardly rested these days. The battles of all sizes had almost worn out the king's will, but he could not fall down. He knew that he was now the pillar of the tribe and the spiritual support of the tribe. If he fell here, so many powerful enemies would pour into the battle over there, and the consequences would be disastrous.

So even though the lion king was already exhausted, he was still bathing. Fight bloody battle, even if he dies, he must die later.

Another arrow came, the lion king dodged sideways, then punched the body of the reincarnationist in front of him, knocked him away, followed by a claw, tore his face, and almost killed him with a burst.

But their support was timely. Every time the lion king intended to burst out suddenly to cause casualties, the AD and mage on the edge of the OB would cause him harm at all costs, forcing him to retreat in pain, otherwise he would be seriously injured on the spot.

The reincarnationist who was almost killed was rescued skillfully by the others. The next wheel arrived and continued with The lion king was entangled in a fight.

At this time, the lion king was already covered with scars after several days of life-and-death fighting. Countless wounds of varying depths on his body were torn open as the lion king moved. The heart-wrenching pain made the lion king's brain numb and unable to think too much. He could only fight with his fighting instinct.

But even so, he could still beat this group of reincarnations back step by step. If they dared to besiege him, he would kill one of them at all costs.

The reincarnations were selfish. They seemed to be a team like hyenas, but in fact they only cared about their own lives. If he killed one person with all his strength, the other besiegers would be intimidated. Who knows if he will be the next one to be killed?

This is the experience passed down by ancestors, and it is also the conclusion drawn by countless ancestors at the cost of their lives. The Lion King has experimented with it, and it will indeed make them cautious.

The Lion King dodged the spear stabbed by the Reincarnationist in front of him, grabbed it, and then broke the Reincarnationist's arm with a punch, kicked it away, then grabbed the spear and jumped away quickly, avoiding the attacks of the mages.

Now he has a lot of experience in dealing with Reincarnationists. Don't think about killing them. Just drag it out until the front line is basically stable, so that the patriarchs of each tribe can free up their hands to assist him.

But the situation......But it was not optimistic.

The Tauren Chieftain, Laumos, who had been holding out, had died in the last siege. The Ursine warriors were almost wiped out. The newly elected chieftain had also been seriously injured and fell to the ground. The other chieftains also had their own opponents and were all at a disadvantage. The soldiers were exhausted. Some of the desperate orc soldiers had even laid down their weapons and surrendered.

But it was useless. In the eyes of the Reincarnators, the orcs were just points. Not to mention the surrendered soldiers, even the unarmed old and young women and children were just points.

A crushing massacre began.......

The Lion King was completely unaware of all this. In his heart, there was still hope. He firmly believed that their ancestors had escaped the siege of demons countless times over the past thousands of years, so they can do it now! They can definitely walk through this abyss! Even if it means filling it up!

Holding a spear in his hand, the Lion King once again increased his strength and sent out a wheel squad of three or four people to attack.

After several hours of fierce fighting, even the mental strength of the marginal OB mages was exhausted, but the Lion King was still standing.

Even though his body was still broken and his limbs were as heavy and numb as if they were filled with lead, he still stood. He was still unwilling to give up hope and delay more time for his people to evacuate.

He knew that the enemies who had been seriously injured by him after the siege might be solved by them internally - the demon ritual was ultimately a battle royale, but......Before that, he had to repel them first.

The melee troops had been hit two or three times, and all the reincarnations had some injuries. If it were originally, they would have retreated, but now......

The reincarnationists looked at the staggering lion king in front of them. They knew that the lion king was dying and this was their only chance.

This time, all the melee troops rushed forward and hit the lion king with swords, guns, sticks and clubs in their hands.

The mages and ADs no longer saved their physical and mental strength and fired at the lion king.

The lion king's blurry eyes saw the crowd rushing forward.

He waved his spear in his hand, trying to block it, but his slow movements gave him the opportunity to cut off his right arm.

The leading reincarnationist slashed at the lion king's chest with a knife, creating a horrific wound deep enough to see the bone.

The lion king staggered back. His blurry eyes and consciousness could not be awakened even by the severe pain. His heart and eyes had been blinded by despair and he could no longer see clearly.

High Priest......us......Can he really win? The Lion King's fuzzy brain began to recall the past, recalling the only time he really saw the high priest when he took over the position of chief, and the tree that was as huge as the sky, emerald green, extremely beautiful, and full of life.......Savior......gentlemen......We will definitely make it through, right?

In a trance, the Lion King remembered the beautiful figure standing under the tree, and in his mind flashed the image of the savior who was appointed by the high priest and who had truly appeared before their eyes for the only time, the mysterious human.

In the haze, the Lion King seemed to see that the Sir was right in front of him.

The Lion King thought it was just an illusion until a stream of warm blood splashed on his face, and the enemy who attacked him was beheaded, and his head flew into the sky.

Sir!!!

The Lion King's eyes suddenly became clear, and Fang Wuwei was standing in front of him at this moment. He killed the reincarnation who rushed to the front with a knife, and blood splashed into the sky.

The light red knife light and the bright red blood reflected the hope of life.

Fang Wuwei looked at the Lion King with anger in his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lion King. I am late."