Legendary Hero

Dust wetlands.

Sorge is already awake, and the alien power that invaded his body has been basically completely expelled by him. Only the last trace of power is difficult to expel from the wound on the severed arm, which makes it difficult for his wound to stop bleeding and heal.

At this moment, he was half lying and half sitting under the shade of a big tree, surrounded by orc guards, and a stooped old orc was carefully treating his wound. This was the witch doctor of the clan, who was good at witchcraft and herbal medicine.

"Your Majesty, your wound is full of alien energy. It will take a lot of energy to get rid of it by yourself. The best way is to remove the flesh from the wound." The witch doctor suggested.

The Beast King nodded: "Well, do it."

The muscle tissue on the wound has been necrotic, and it is difficult for him to extend his strength. Instead of keeping it, it is better to cut it off.

The witch doctor took out a sharp bone knife, soaked it in the boiling black medicinal juice for a while, took it out, and began to remove the bad flesh from the wound.

Of course it was very painful, Thorger immediately clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead burst out, and his intact hand tightly held the battle axe, dripping beads of sweat.

It took a long time for the witch doctor to remove the necrotic muscles, then smeared the black herbal medicine on it, wrapped it with clean grass leaves, and finally tied the leaves tightly with animal skin ropes. Then he put his hands on the leaves and began to whisper muttered.

A faint red light appeared on his hand, penetrating into the leaves bit by bit, and the tense face of the Beastman King suddenly eased a lot.

After a long time, the old witch doctor withdrew his hand, already looking exhausted: "Your Majesty, your wound is basically healed. The herbs can be removed after three days. But if you want to recover your strength as much as possible, you must It eats it."

The witch doctor took out an arm. The skin of this arm was carved with mysterious lines with a bone knife. There was blood flowing continuously on the lines, which looked very strange.

This was the severed arm of the Beastman King.

The Beastman King nodded, took the arm, and bit it down. He bit the flesh and chewed on the broken bone, making a creaking sound, and the blood froth flowed down the corner of his mouth. This scene was very penetrating.

Such a thick arm was eaten up by the Beastman King within ten minutes, leaving no bones left.

Only then was the witch doctor satisfied: "Okay, Your Majesty, take a good night's rest. By tomorrow morning, the glory of the God of War will cover your body again."

Thorge nodded silently, his gloomy expression showed a little relief, he did not rest immediately, but leaned against the big tree, gently stroking his battle ax with his intact arm, his eyes were deep.

"Lord Rollin..." His opponent in the previous battle appeared in his mind, with dark green exquisite armor, almost flawless combat skills, and invincible courage. He is simply the embodiment of a perfect warrior: "I never expected that I would It's in your hands."

Sighing insignificantly, Thorge felt drowsiness emerge, his stomach was hot, and there was a burst of heat. Knowing that the witch doctor's witchcraft had worked, he closed his eyes and rested.

Nothing to say all night.

In the early morning of the second day, Thorger woke up, and he felt that his body was full of energy. The strength consumed in yesterday's battle had basically recovered, but he still broke his arm after all. It can only reach 90% of the past.

However, 90% is enough. Thorge stood up and asked loudly, "Where's Hadem?"

A small orc immediately ran forward, he was the scout of the orc team: "Your Majesty, I am here."

"How is Vendome doing?"

"The gates of Vendôme are closed. Last night there was billowing smoke. The human defenders seemed to have burned all the corpses."

"What a waste!" Thorge snorted coldly, "Did you see that green dragon?"

He also understood what happened yesterday, but he was so focused on expelling the sword energy that had entered his body that he couldn't make a sound. From the roars of his warriors, he knew that the green dragon was very powerful, but strangely, he didn't feel the breath of the green dragon.

This is very weird, Thorger thought about it, and finally attributed it to the fact that the opponent was too strong. Thinking about it, the power of a giant dragon with a wingspan of more than 100 meters is absolutely terrifying, and it may even be close to a demigod.

But... hmph, so what if it is stronger? Even if the real demigod came, facing his army, he had to retreat. He will never make the mistake of underestimating the enemy before.

Unexpectedly, Hadem's face showed a dignified expression: "Your Majesty, I also saw the figures of dragon people on the other side's city wall. There are a lot of them, at least five thousand."

"What?! Dragonman!" Even Sorge was very calm, and took a deep breath.

Dragon Man, a type of sub-dragon, possesses the power of a dragon, has a humanoid appearance, and is usually very powerful, not inferior to ordinary wild beastmen. Among them, the strong ones are even stronger than his barbaric wild beastmen.

It’s fine if the number is small, but now there are five thousand. This is a legion. How terrifying the dragon legion is. Thorge knows very well that as the king of orcs, he is not completely ignorant of the news of this upper plane. We know, especially the most powerful intelligent race giant dragon, we have a special understanding.

If there is such a legion guarding Vendome, even if he can finally capture Vendome, he will suffer heavy losses. But if he doesn't capture this city, his army will run out of food, and everything will be in vain without food.

For a while, Thorger found himself in a dilemma.

"Damn it! Go investigate again!" Thorge only felt a sullen feeling accumulated in his heart. After the scouts left, he swung his battle ax violently, cutting off the big tree beside him by the waist.

The orc guards around knew that their king was in a bad mood, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to say anything.

Half a day passed, and the scout Hadem came back to report again. The result of the report was that the number of dragonmen had not decreased but increased, reaching 10,000.

This time, all the orcs took a deep breath. Most of the orcs didn't know how powerful the dragonmen were, but the speed of the increase in troops was really terrifying. It took five thousand more in half a day. Ten thousand?

Sorge was stunned for a while, and finally sighed: "Pass my order, abandon Vendome, and head north! Loot the human villages all the way until Baiyun City!"

If there were only 5,000, he would have taken Vendôme even though he suffered heavy losses, but now that it has reached 10,000, and there is still a terrifying green dragon guarding it, and the city wall is strong, then his army may not be so powerful. The opponent's opponent is gone.

With a long sigh, he finally chose to abandon the city. Fortunately, the Dark Cult once gave him the map of the Starlight Continent. He knew the distribution of kingdom cities in this world very well, which made it easy for him to find alternative targets.

The orcs were in awe of their mighty king, and since the king said so, no orc had any objection, and the army immediately set off and headed north.

Half a day passed after this walk, and at night, the army had already left the Dustwallow Marsh and set up camp in a wasteland to rest.

At this time, they were running out of food, so they had to save food. Some orcs were so hungry that they dug grass roots everywhere, caught hares and mice to eat, and some even fought because of a bite of food. On the whole wasteland, The scene was chaotic.

Sorge was disturbed, so he ordered to kill a thousand loyal war wolves as food, which calmed down the riot a little.

Now, he only hopes that he will come across a human village as soon as possible, so that his soldiers can have a good meal. He misses the delicacy of the human race very much, especially those children and women, who are skinny and tender, with hair on their bodies It's not long, take a bite, it's tender and delicious, it's simply an enjoyment. Well, the young man's taste is also good, the meat is very strong and chewy.

Thinking of this, Thorger fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden commotion among the orc soldiers, which interrupted Thorger's reverie, and he shouted displeasedly, "What happened?"

More than a dozen soldiers came up, surrounded by a human woman in a black dress. This woman had white skin and beautiful appearance (according to human standards), and the texture of the dress on her body looked very good. Of course, Sorge didn't care These, if the woman had no strength, he might have eaten her as food on the spot, but now, the strong dark magic power flowing in the other party's body told him that this was the emissary of the demon god Urosis.

"Let's talk, what news did Ulosis bring? And, where's Disentas?" Thorger's voice was cold. He doesn't like everything about Ulosis now. These guys have high eyes but low hands. His words sound good, but he is unreliable when he actually does things, and he has fallen into such an embarrassing situation now.

The person who came was none other than Liv, the wife of the lord of Vendome. She looked at Sorge, specifically at his severed arm, with a sneer of contempt on her face.

Sorge became furious, and raised his battle axe: "Speak up if you have something to say! Otherwise, my battle ax doesn't mind tasting the blood of the dark believer!"

"I'm laughing at your stupidity, orc. Are you planning to escape? Are you just scared away by the illusion on the city wall? Hahahaha, it's so ridiculous."

"What are you talking about? Phantom!" Thorger's eyes suddenly widened.

"Then what do you think? Do you really think the Green Dragon Corps will come to help you, vulgar orc?" Liv laughed loudly again. Her sharp laughter and ferocious face greatly damaged her beauty.

The Beastman King gritted his teeth, he figured it out right away, no wonder he couldn't feel the information of the legendary powerhouse, no wonder the other party was able to gain five thousand more dragon warriors in half a day, it turned out that this was all an illusion, but he hated him for believing it was true, Obediently ran to this wasteland, killing wolves for food.

shameful! hateful! Can kill!

For a moment, Thorge's killing intent was awe-inspiring, and he shouted loudly: "The whole army obeys orders, the target is Vendome!"

"Your Majesty, what should I do with this woman?" An orc jumped out and asked, his eyes were full of greed when he looked at the human woman, it was not lust, but a desire for delicious food.

Thorger's heart boiled with killing intent, and he waved his hand: "Pull it down, kill it and eat it!"

"What!" Liv was terrified and furious, "I came here at the master's will, Sorge, aren't you afraid that my master will punish you?"

"That old bastard Ulosis hasn't caught my eye yet. Don't think I'm ignorant, gods can't directly come to this main material plane. Moreover, in my eyes, there is only God of War! Ulosis is a What?" The Beastman King cast a disdainful look at the human woman, and added: "I hate traitors the most in my life, and you traitors dare to laugh at me, you are looking for your own death!"

After finishing speaking, he waved to the orc guards: "Pull it down and slaughter it, take the tenderest meat for me to eat!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Several strong orcs rushed up to grab Liv's arm.

After all, Liv is not an ordinary woman, she is powerful, although she has injuries, she still cannot be underestimated, she broke free from the orc's control with a sudden struggle. Then she turned and ran, extremely fast, like a phantom.

"Ridiculous!" Thorge sneered, and kicked up the stones on the ground. The stones flew out and hit Liv's back, knocking her to the ground, and the orcs rushed up.

There was a sharp scolding sound, which was immediately stifled, and then there was a scream. After a while, an orc came up with a bloody piece of meat in his hand, and offered it with both hands: "Your Majesty, the tenderest rib Rib meat, tender and juicy, dedicated to you."

"Yeah." Thorge took it and bit it down. The delicious flesh relieved his depression.