Orc Predator

But within a day, the news that the old Drummond had a dispute with his successor spread rapidly across the districts like wings.

In the tenth district, Les stared at the black-haired orc with a swollen and purple face but was still smiling brightly, speechless for a while. As usual, one of the protagonists in the dispute had an eye-to-eye battle with the two orcs serving as guards for a few minutes, and then stood behind the non-orcs with an expression as if he had been awarded some special honor.

Les raised his head and glanced at Noelke as if nothing had happened. The latter immediately understood, and dragged the wandering Hall Blevin out of the room again.

The figures of the two disappeared, Les squinted his eyes, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the left wrist of the black-haired orc. The defenseless Joe suddenly gasped in pain. The non-orc paused, and opened the sleeve of the orc, only to see four more hideous wounds on the black tattoo that originally represented the identity of the heir, destroying the original clear pattern to pieces. There is also light red flesh and blood slightly turned outwards, obviously the wound was very deep at that time, even with the powerful self-healing power of the orcs, it cannot heal after such a long time.

Les was silent, Joe looked at the non-orc's expression, pulled his arm back, and smiled casually: "It's just a small injury, and there won't even be a scar after a few days."

"That's the best, non-orc people don't like things without aesthetic feeling." Les said with a slight smile, Joe couldn't help being taken aback, before he could understand the meaning of what the purple-haired non-orc man had just said, he continued to say: "You lost The matter of the heir status is spreading so fast, it is impossible for no one to promote it. It seems that in the Drummond clan, there are many orcs who dislike you."

"It's okay, none of them are my opponents." Joe Drummond smiled confidently when he heard this. When it comes to fighting, no one except Cedric can fight him for more than fifty strokes when he grows up.

Les raised his forehead, this guy is so stupid that there is no cure, but that's what makes it interesting. The corner of the non-orc's mouth curled into a smile, and he handed a paper scroll to the orc.

"This is...?" Joe asked suspiciously, but Les smiled without answering. So the orc carefully unfolded the scroll, it was an oil painting, the young man with black hair and green eyes was looking at something softly under the golden sunlight, with a handsome smile.

Joe Drummond felt his heart beating violently, and the pain from the wound on his body disappeared instantly. He uncontrollably opened the corners of his mouth and smirked twice, and couldn't help but stepped forward to hug that purple figure into his arms. Les frowned, and a large number of purple vines grew on the ground immediately, binding the orcs firmly in place. The purple-haired non-orc turned around and walked unhurriedly to Joe, leaning forward to get close to the immobile orc's face. He has long discovered that flirting with an orc is very interesting. For example, now, as the distance between the two shortens, the latter's face is turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turns red as if it has just been boiled in boiling water. of prawns.

"Idiot." Until the breath between the two was audible, Les slightly staggered his head and whispered in Joe's ear.

There seemed to be a wisp of white smoke rising from Joe Drummond's head. Due to excessive shyness, the orc's already ineffective brain finally completely shut down.

in the forest.

The huge footprints on the ground stretched into the distance, and the blood-stained land was covered with the bones of various animals. The place where the Tyrannosaurus passed always seemed to be hell. The four people who had been following the footprints for several days were all used to this scene, and their surprise and nausea were replaced by numbness.

Not far away, a roar suddenly sounded, and a large flock of birds flew overhead. John and Hal turned into beasts at the same time as the sound sounded, and the two beasts were close together, trembling because of the sound like the roar of mountains and rivers. To be honest, they really admire Ah Liu's calmness like a mountain. There are not many orcs who can have such courage in the face of Tyrannosaurus. Cedric turned his head and glanced at Ah Liu, who noticed the orc's gaze and nodded slightly.

"Hide yourself." Cedric said to the two orcs, and then the beast turned into a silver dragon, lifted Ah Liu on its back, and flew towards the direction of the sound like a whirlwind.

Looking down from the air, it didn't take long to find two huge figures in the dense woods. One was taller and stronger, while the other looked like a cub. Ah Liu immediately recognized that it was the little Tyrannosaurus that escaped from the challenge area of ​​the second area. Until now, there are still many parts of his body where the scales have not grown back, and there are many vulnerable parts such as the neck and abdomen.

The silver dragon hovered cautiously in the sky for a while, and landed on a tree not far away, quietly waiting for the opportunity. With two tyrannosaurs together, it is not easy to start. Ah Liu pondered, and his eyes fell on the large number of vines wrapped around the trunk. Although it was winter in the Augustine Continent at this time, the forest was still warm and humid because of its southerly location. He stretched out his hand and pulled the cane vigorously to test its strength. Although it was impossible to withstand the strength of the tyrannosaur, it was more than enough to bear the weight of a non-orc. Looking at the size of the little Tyrannosaurus, it looks much shorter than the trees in the forest that have grown for many years.

"Leave the other adult Tyrannosaurus away." Ah Liu leaned closer to Yinlong and whispered, "Give me the other one."

The silver dragon subconsciously wanted to reject this proposal. It turned its head to look at the non-orc, but saw that the latter narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up. A beautiful but warm smile instantly made Ah Liu look like another person, or a beast full of violence and murderous intent, as if declaring that he was the top predator in the world.

The silver dragon took a deep look at him, carefully placed the non-orc on the tree, and then suddenly spread its wings and rushed in front of the adult Tyrannosaurus, and deftly swept away the prey that was about to come to the mouth of the Tyrannosaurus. The provocative Tyrannosaurus roared, and seemed to remember the smell of the annoying fly it met in the second district. It chased the silver shadow and ran to the forest, gradually getting away from the little Tyrannosaurus. The latter seemed to be at ease, apparently not thinking that there was anything in the forest that could threaten it, and looked for food with great interest.

Ah Liu grabbed the rattan with one hand, kicked off the tree trunk with his feet, and swung out like he was on a swing. The vine was very long, and he happened to pass the tyrannosaur's unprotected belly. At that moment, his other hand quickly drew the knife and cast magic. The black light with scorching temperature pierced the air, leaving a scar on the tyrannosaurus' belly. A long bloodstain that is neither deep nor shallow.

When he got close to another tree, Ah Liu let go of his hands and jumped with all his strength, swiftly swinging from one vine to another, and hid behind the trunk again.

There was an inexplicable wound on his body, but he didn't see the opponent's shadow at all. The little tyrannosaurus was a little annoyed by the sudden sneak attack. hide it. The moment it leaned over, a black shadow passed by its side again, a sharp weapon cut into the exposed neck, and another bloodstain emerged. The little tyrannosaurus was immediately enraged, raised its head and roared a few times in protest, its eyes kept scanning among the trees, searching for the culprit of its injury.

On the tree trunk next to him, Ah Liu shook off the blood on the scimitar with a smile on his face.

It's a pity that you can't cut off the neck directly, it's really rough and thick.