Players Please Respect Yourself

Seeing a huge head protruding from the wall at the farthest end of the field that had just been harvested, hundreds of orcs waiting to board the train suddenly let out an exclamation.

The head is so huge that it casts a long shadow in the setting sun.

Everyone's breathing stopped for an instant, and they remembered the fear of being dominated by giants...

cough cough! Mistake, got the wrong script!

The orcs living in the barren land have never been attacked by any monsters.

In the past, a group of orcs picked up the wooden sticks, snapped their knuckles, and went straight to the leader.

Give yourself a meal if you win!

If you lose, give the opponent another meal!

Whether it is life or death, you can tell after a fight, so there is so much nonsense.

Times have changed.

The orcs who can fight the most are often the most jumping, and they basically hang on to the southeast branch. The rest are mostly sheep people, scalpers and other herbivorous types. Obedience has increased, and the fighting spirit has plummeted.

A wave of panic and commotion was about to spread.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, there was a deafening noise from the bunker next to the train station.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the roar of the artillery, the entire head of the huge beetle was blown away. The head, which was bigger than the water tank, exploded and turned into shrapnel from the fragmentation grenade, which in turn caused secondary damage to the attacker, triggering a series of attacks on the opposite side of the wall. scream.

"Oh oh oh!" The orcs cheered one after another!

Cage?

No! This is really fragrant!

All of a sudden, the herbivorous orcs screamed with excitement.

Taking the sound of the cannon as a clarion call, more artillery was fired.

"Pfft! Puff! Puff!" Amidst the deep puffing sound, it was the mortar that drew an exaggerated high parabola. The mortar, which has been improved by military fans and sand sculpture players, is now at the level of the late World War II.

The old gunners didn't even need to test fire, they could shoot the mortar accurately behind the wall just by sight.

What reassured the servants of the orcs was that an armored train arrived, and the giant shield crab stepped off the train with its huge crab legs amidst the yelling of the crabman. They quickly formed a moving city wall with their large bodies. , Blocking behind the orc.

On their backs, a large group of crayfish people shouted strange "fire-the monkeys!" They violently bombarded those monsters who dared to climb over the wall with artillery.

But this monster was only limited to land travel, suddenly a big bat screamed and swooped down, many orcs were shocked by the sharp cry and couldn't move.

At this time, a golden light shot up into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a giant bat with a six-meter wingspan was split in half.

That gorgeous golden figure was deeply imprinted on their retinas.

"What are you doing in a daze!? Get in the car!" At this time, Elizabeth finally did not show that sleepy look, holding a tomahawk, half of her body was bloody, and the majestic lion girl reminded the orc servants of the glory of the past. .

It's a pity that all the glory died with the sudden death of the three beast kings. Elizabeth, the only one who can be called the light of the beastman, wears the badge of the abyss.

The sound of the battle artillery gradually faded away with the sound of the train whistle. After 45 minutes of train ride, the frightened orc servants went to the next station to pick up the next group of orc compatriots.

Stop and go, half a day later, nearly 1,500 orcs were stuffed onto the train like canned sardines. Orcs are generally larger than humans, and the sultry heat of the train skin is beyond the imagination of orcs.

The temperature in the Land Abandoned by the Gods is extremely high. Even if the windows are opened, all the hot air blowing in is 40 degrees.

If it weren't for fleeing, it is estimated that many orcs would not be able to bear it.

When the majestic giant city came into view through the window, the orcs' mood became complicated-the master of that city conquered all the orc clans and slaughtered all the orcs who dared to oppose him. But now, his city is going to be their protector.

Half a year of serving as a servant taught the orcs [obedience].

When being yelled at by human overseers to get out of the car, no one dared to cause trouble even though they were frightened.

A six-meter-high stone giant stood every ten meters or so. Their cold blue eyes told the orcs that they were not only the best guards, but also the strongest butchers.

"Everyone is grouped according to the number of servants. The relevant treatment is on the board, and each family will send someone to receive three days of supplies at once."

99% of orcs are illiterate.

The evacuation of Abyss City was done very meticulously. On the large square of the train station, there was a five-story wooden board with patterns hanging on it, marking the treatment of servants at all levels.

A black iron-level servant, an adult herbivorous orc can receive three 5-jin grass cakes and one bean cake made of bean dregs, wheat bran, etc. every day. Children are halved. Two sets of standard linen clothes per person. A family of five can be allocated a shelter of 20 square meters. Carnivorous orcs are dried meat and fish.

Bronze is better, and adults can have an extra bean cake.

Silver is even better, there are three meals a day, and each meal has fresh food.

There is no gold level for servants, and they are citizens of the Abyss Legion. Barbarians, paladins, abyssal guards, and Atlanteans from the sea will be allowed to live in the city.

After receiving the food, I don't know how many beasts were moved.

Once upon a time, they were all desperate, thinking that they would be squeezed to death in this way for the rest of their lives, and once they lost their use value, they would be mercilessly abandoned and thrown into the pile of monsters to die.

But the current treatment made them feel as if they had come to heaven.

There is no master who will give the garbage people extra supplies, food and shelter, which proves that the abyssalists do not intend to abandon them.

I don't know how many orcs were moved to tears, bowed in the direction of Abyss City, and praised the greatness of the Abyss.

Many players were taken aback by this scene.

Originally, the players were all about to get on the train, and the copycat went to the battlefield. Suddenly, a small episode happened in the train station.

"Monarchs—"

"Huh? Sidaphne?" [Junchen Tianya], transformed into a male Naga, was stunned for a while as he watched the wolf girl rushing towards her.

Originally, the human soldiers wanted to stop them, but when they saw the [Abyss Guard Badge] of a third-level official of a certain filthy god that scared n people to death, they decisively pretended not to see it.

Ordinary human soldiers are bronze-level servants. If you don't get a centurion or something, you are not qualified to mix into the ranks of citizens. Even if he is a citizen, who would dare to have trouble with the direct elite of the Abyssal One?

"Junchen, my parents, siblings and I have fled. I was just looking for you, but I couldn't get in touch for a while."

A certain filthy god was dumbfounded: "Does this broken game need to be so realistic? My girls are going to join the fleeing team?"

The wolf girl hesitated to speak, and the warning from the "Mr. System" had already appeared in her mind. She pursed her lips: "There is a reason for this. Don't talk about that, can you arrange me and my family? "

[Junchen] Blinking eyes, facing a mermaid who is in charge of the district not far away. He recognized that girl, she was a disabled colleague in the company: "Miss Huang, can I take her away?"

The other party rolled his eyes: "Go away! Don't hinder my mother from doing things."

So, this slut who used power for personal gain took his girlfriend's family to his villa in Abyss City.