Orc Tyrant

The red demon soared in the sky for a second, his arms stretched out like wings in the dim sky, and the hundred skulls flying behind him seemed to be broken sails.

The army of lycanthropes and evil orcs turned up and retreated in terror, like wheat stalks blown down by the violent wind.

Then it crashed into the crowd, and the violent impact shook the nearby warriors into the air.

The shield that was hurriedly raised at the last moment was instantly shattered, the blade was torn apart, the longbow disintegrated, and the arms broke.

"Waaaagh!!!"

The devil screamed, and he just leaned over to the ground and crushed at least two people under his feet.

He then bent over and got up, assumed a fighter's posture, turned his broad body, and transferred all the power of his thick shoulders to the giant axe.

The huge motor on it brought up the spinning deadly blade and passed the three orc warriors without stopping.

Arterial blood sprayed into the air and fell to the ground with hail, appearing dark in dim light.

Everyone was screaming, there was the sound of beasts, and the voice of evil orcs, all screaming.

Then the demon plunged into the pile of people, smashing the hardwood and bones, as if he was invulnerable, as if he was made of steel.

The blade shattered and bounced on him, and the handle of the axe broke suddenly. Two or three black feather arrows were still buried in the devil's skin, but he didn't seem to care, let alone any hindrance.

"Waaaagh!"

The demon roared again, like a low roar from a cheetah's throat.

The howl echoed all over, it pierced the rumbling footsteps of the storm, pierced through the collision of steel, the sound of hail covered the ground and the screams of the wounded, it was as sharp as the thinnest deadly blade.

Adal felt a tremor in his internal organs, and he felt the voice shaking his heart, colder than ice and more terrifying than fear.

He witnessed a massacre unfolding before him.

"Beast God..."

The tall demon rushed into the army, and it completely used its own power to force many enemies down the **** outside the high wall against the squally wind.

They swarmed and attacked it, like a group of vicious dogs hunting the giant bear, trying to overwhelm it with numbers, trying to prevent it from swinging fists and weapons, and trying to surround it and drag it to the ground.

They are afraid of it, but they are even more afraid of letting it survive.

But their efforts were of no avail. The orcs seemed to be dolls filled with hay in the cloth, just empty bodies that looked nothing.

The demon slaughtered and killed countless enemies. He swung his arms and threw people into the air, sending the enemy into the air with every heavy punch.

The warriors rose from the ground, spinning and dancing in the wind and snow, their boots were scattered all around, and their shields were torn apart.

They flew across to the icy muddy ground, and after rolling for a while, there was no more movement.

Many more were chopped in two by the fierce axe, blood was sprayed in the broken arm of the stump, and the chain armor that disintegrated in response swayed countless broken iron rings, as if tossing a lot of coins in a circle. On the plate, clinking.

A body whirled past his shoulders, like a large bale of hay raised by a wooden fork.

In just over ten seconds, there were corpses in the village, most of which were almost inhumane under the devastation, and few were as peaceful as asleep.

In addition, they either slumped to the ground, twisted into all kinds of weird postures that were difficult to imitate in a lifetime, or braved the heat and flowed across the internal organs, or had been ruthlessly broken into pieces by a sharp axe.

The shining and thick blood circulated among the rocks covered with black ice, and gradually cooled into a pool of rust red and deep purple viscous blood.

The devil's two-handed axe is extremely large, with a long handle and excellent balance.

Both the handle and the blade of the axe were engraved with complicated lines and checkered patterns. It was singing in a low voice, and Adal could hear it clearly.

The giant axe buzzed endlessly, as if its life-threatening blade was secretly proud of the soaring number of killings, a string of blood dripping on the axe blade hissed and turned into nothing, as if it was licking its lips contentedly .

It is invincible and flexible beyond imagination, either it is lighter than the bones of a seagull, or the demon is as strong as a giant crocodile.

The place it passes is like a broken bamboo, whether it is cooked leather, heavy hardwood or a shield made of forged copper, it is divided into two.

Whether it is layers of steel plates, overlapping iron scales, or armor composed of fine lock rings, they all fall apart. It turns spears, battle axes, and swords that have been passed down from generation to generation into scrap iron, and it bites through flesh and bones.

It reaps lives easily.

Adal saw that several Evil Orc elites had not fallen down even after their entire heads and even half of their bodies had been chopped off. Their remains stood stiff in place, accompanied by arterial blood spurting out of the wound and shaking slightly. Then they fell to the ground softly and bonelessly, like cloaks scattered on the same table.

Those former warriors are now on the verge of collapse. The demons have cut down so many lives and left so many stumps on the blood-soaked earth. Their morale has been wiped out like a spring snow melt.

The storm shrouded the head of the village at this moment, screaming the entire land into the bag.

The wind seemed to have been polished. Hail flew in the air like arrows, the crazy rain and snow swept over, completely wiped out all bloodstains, and the dead body was beaten to pale and swollen, full of holes, as if soaked in water for several weeks. .

Only the priest has no intention of retreating.

His blood boiled, as if he had already foreseen the threatening cloud of the catastrophe to cover the future, so he called this killing trip to annihilate it.

Now that the evil has emerged from the hiding place, he must be more determined to accomplish his goal.

He hurriedly climbed the higher roof and shouted at the last reinforcements that had drilled out of the tunnel. The soldiers did not yet know what had happened.

But under the order of the priest, they immediately opened their bows and arrows, and Adal caught a glimpse of the light of the flames flickering.

The archers began to shoot pitch arrows.

Those arrows were more slender than usual deadly weapons. A piece of cloth soaked in asphalt was wrapped behind the simple iron arrows, and the cloth burned immediately after touching the flames.

After a few breaths, the rocket roared into the pulsating sky.

Others vigorously shook the bottle tied to the leather cord and threw it out violently-the bottle was filled with liquid asphalt and other flammable materials.

Bang Bang Bang~!

As the bottle smashed to pieces on the ground, the fuel in it splashed, and the flaming arrows immediately ignited the slippery pitch spreading around.

With a burst of sound like a raging wind tearing a canvas, a large group of bright tongues jumped up, and the blazing arrows continued to feed the greedy fire. The scorching flames were almost impossible to look directly at, and they shone with turquoise color.

The demon and the warriors who surrounded him were caught in flames in the blink of an eye.

The screams of people who burn themselves in flames are very different from the screams of those who have been smashed by swords and axes. In contrast, this is more sharp and crazy. The fire that envelops the whole body cannot be shaken away and cannot escape, and the victim has to stagger. Running blindly, inhaling a mouthful of smoke with his mouth wide open.

The gust of wind helped the gang to abuse them, tearing a stream of flames and black smoke from them, like the blazing trail trailing behind a meteor.

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