The Game of Demon Hunter

A brown green skin covered in blood supported a dead tree and appeared behind Mannoroth. On its chest, a huge penetrating wound passed straight through the heart.

The witcher could even see the forest behind the greenskin through the huge wound, where the remains of hounds that had been killed on the spot were turning into blood in the pool of blood.

On the dead tree that the green skin was relying on, slender, skinless, bloody human arms continued to grow. They tried in vain to grab the green skin, but the strong green skin casually plucked it off the tree trunk and stuffed it into the tree. In his own mouth, he chewed.

When this uniquely colored green skin appeared, the blood-colored knight straddling the brass bull let out a faint sound that represented surprise.

"Use your blood to pollute this blood pool, otherwise it will continue to spread until there is no other life nearby to supply it to consume." The brown green skin panted heavily, looking at the demon hunter with red eyes. Hunter: "This is your only chance!"

Mannoroth stared directly at the green skin with blood-red eyes hidden behind the helmet, without making any further moves, as if he was listening to something.

Xu Yichen took advantage of the Khorne Champion's attention being drawn away, and breathed in the air filled with blood mist. As the polluted air entered his lungs, he felt the blood in his whole body boiling. An almost uncontrollable desire to kill washed back and forth in his brain to his rationality.

In the next second, the silver flames on the witcher's body burned more vigorously as if they had received new fuel, and a cool feeling gushed out from the bottom of the witcher's heart, pulling him out of the abyss.

The metal body of the monk Tang Sanzang was cut with a bone-deep wound by the beheading sword of the bloodletter demon.

Master Sanzang, who traded his life for his injury, took this opportunity to smash the head of the last bloodletter into pieces with his own iron palm.

Xu Yichen didn't know what happened to this green skin, but he knew that the monsters that came across the barrier between the void and this world were all summoned by this green skin.

A hint from the enemy, is this a trap?

In his contemplation, the witcher didn't stop his killing. The hounds that jumped out of the pool of blood were cut into pieces one by one, going back to where they came from.

The champion of Khorne seemed to be waiting for the witcher to make a decision, like a stone statue, unresponsive, a pair of blood-red eyes glowing fluorescently behind the helmet.

"Believe me in humans!" the brown green skin said weakly. The almost fatal wound made people no doubt that it might die in the next second: "When it is unwilling to protect my group, I will no longer protect it." Dedicated allegiance to it!"

The witcher turned his wrist, and the long sword in his hand crushed the head of a chaotic demon that looked similar to humans. He swung his other hand casually, and a shock wave drove the air, smashing the head of a chaotic demon that had been lurking in the tree for a long time. The Chaos Hound knocks back.

The bloody long sword was quickly pulled out from the brain of the monster that had lost all signs of life, turned around and stabbed into the body of another monster, sending this ugly thing back to the void.

The champion warrior of Khorne looked at the witcher in front of him. The fighting style and will of this mortal reminded him of some not-so-pleasant memories and enemies in the Warp.

Mannoroth's heart was filled with anger and hatred. In the battle that existed in the consciousness, a consciousness of Mannoroth represented, in the dream of the young witch, was disembowelled by the mortal in front of him.

This has almost become one of the funniest jokes in Khorne's champion warrior circles in the past fifty years, and even some low-level demons have challenged Mannoroth's position because of this incident.

But the great blood god has other arrangements. The blood god's will is very clear. He wants to possess the soul of the mortal in front of him. Although he doesn't know what is special about this mortal, Mannoroth doesn't want to offend the lord of the skull because of this trivial matter. will.

As now, when a foolish traitor appeared, the will of the blood god was transmitted to Mannoroth's mind through the pool of blood at the feet of the brazen bull.

"Waiting for the blood to fall, the soul here is worthless."

Mannoroth could not comprehend the meaning, so he obeyed the will of the great Skull Lord, and waited.

Grom Hellscream felt the blood in his body, like a leaking earthen jar flowing wantonly along the wound, but it still looked at Mannoroth with happy eyes.

Belief in Khorne is its decision. When their own group is on the verge of destruction, every strong orc is willing to use his life to test out a way that can continue the race.

As an artificially created race, the Orcs have been a tragedy since the day they were born.

Their creators were not the gods, but the Witch-King called Saruman and other Witch-Kings who participated in the plan, and they were made as tools.

Death is their job, and each Orc carries its own number, fighting at the forefront of the Witch King and the Zerg.

However, when it comes to life, there will always be accidents. Even the great Witch King did not expect that this man-made race as cannon fodder mutated in the tenth year of its birth.

In an abandoned outpost, a small group of orcs who were left behind in the military station were lucky enough to escape the killing of the Zerg and survived.

When the Witch King Saruman made this race, he added a little "human element" into it, so the finished product actually broke through the gender boundary of the green skin as the base material. A small number of orc warriors have obvious female feature.

For mages, these cannon fodders don't matter male or female, as long as they can withstand the Zerg on the front line, they are good fighters.

For this team that was forgotten in the corner, a miracle happened. When the mages found them again three months later, a strong orc baby born in a human way shocked all the witch kings in the New World.

The Witch Kings used to peek at the power of the gods, but they never thought that this day would come so soon. They really created a brand new race that could reproduce by itself.

The Witch Kings knew the significance of this matter to the gods, so they chose to hide this great achievement and transferred the research on the orcs underground.

However, the habitat that the witch kings secretly arranged for the orcs was finally discovered by the gods. The gods could tolerate these witch kings who no longer belonged to mortals to share their power, but they would never allow these mages to get involved in the realm of the creator.

The witch kings finally started negotiations with the gods. Under the temptation of huge external pressure and interests, the witch kings agreed to make concessions and began to destroy their own creations.

The Orcs, manufactured as biological weapons, were endowed by mages with a strong body, less stupid wisdom, and extremely strong obedience.

They are a natural fighting race, possessing both the advantages of green skins and humans. They bear children like humans, but they have the same reproduction speed as green skins.

They were conceived in three months, and five years later, the first batch of strong orc children had entered the mature stage, and they already possessed the qualities required by a warrior physically.

But the witch kings are powerful mages who have teamed up to block the reproductive ability of the green skin race. They can create life, walk with gods, and naturally destroy their own creations.

A virus targeting the strong orc race began to spread among the strong orc gathering places. The strong fighters gradually became lazy, the birth rate of newborns continued to decline, and the death rate and deformity rate continued to increase.

But the pressure from the gods was too great, and the process was too fast, fast enough to make the not-so-intelligent orc warriors feel that something bad had happened.

In the end, a rebel organization that had been active in the south of the New World for a long time planned to raid a strong orc gathering place, and a strong orc tribe with more than 3,000 people was liberated by the rebel army.

Under the intentional or unintentional release of the witch kings, this strong orc tribe finally escaped from the New World with the help of the rebels and settled on a small island in the Far South Colony.

Grom Hellscream is one of them, one of the first orc warriors created by the Witch King Saruman.

As a veteran-level orc, Grom Hellscream is different from other orcs. It was created as a commander. Along with its name, a lot of knowledge was packed into it by the Witch King Saruman. in the brain.

So Grom Hellscream knew that his people might have escaped the New World, but the gods of the sky, and the evil curse spread among them by the Witch-King, were still eating away at his tribe.

The constant death of newborns stimulated the nerves of other orc warriors. Their anger had nowhere to vent, and their souls had nowhere to rest. No force in this world welcomed them, and no god was willing to accept their beliefs.

Until Grom Hellscream, who was going to the Far South Colony, encountered a bunch of Khorne worshipers who were burning villages and massacring villagers. enemy.

Grom knew that what it had been looking for had finally been found, but the cautious Grom Hellscream was unwilling to put all the hopes of his race in one basket, so he wanted to wait and see for a while.

But in order to show his respect, Grom humbly lowered his head and let those crazy worshipers of Chaos use their own blood to tattoo the holy emblem representing Khorne on its back.

From that day on, Grom Hellscream could hear mysterious voices around his ears every day, and the bloodthirsty desire filled his soul corrupted by the curse.

In the endless slaughter, this strong orc warrior felt that he had once again become the omnipotent warrior who defeated death again and again in the face of the sea of ​​insects.

Grom Hellscream crazily worshiped the great blood god, the Lord of the Skull, and his repeated killings quickly made him stand out from the miscellaneous worshipers of Chaos.

In another ceremony, Grom Hellscream, who had become a little crazy, dug out his heart and dedicated it to the great will in chaos.

In the dark, Grom Hellscream felt that he was chosen by the great blood god to carry out an important task. It crossed the sea, passed through the black forest, and went straight to the place where it felt terrifying and cold. passing through the white mist.

However, the great blood god sheltered it, and the things in the white mist did not hurt it, but watched him from a distance.

Grom Hellscream touched his empty chest and warned himself with the only reason he had: "When this mission is completed, I will pray to the great Blood God and ask him to save my group!"

However, the blood god's messenger responded with a series of mocking laughter: "Do you think this is a deal? The great blood god is not interested in your group."

Grom Hellscream, who had been bewildered by power all along, felt the contempt of the gods he believed in at that moment, and this cruel fact woke him up completely.

The angry orc warrior chopped off the head of a bloodletter with his own axe, washed the tattoo on his back with his own blood, and Grom Hellscream turned back into the warrior who sought a way out for the group.

"Your blood can end this disaster!" Summoning the power from chaos with his own blood, Grom Hellscream has a certain understanding of the blood pool under his feet, and he shouted loudly in a half-baked human language, Trying to convince this stubborn human being.

However, the witcher turned a deaf ear to the words of the green skins. He moved forward step by step, and the distance from the champion warrior of Khorne became shorter and shorter step by step.

Xu Yichen attracted the attention of more than half of the monsters born from the blood pool from the front, which relieved the pressure on the teammates who finally solved the bloodletter behind them.

Arrows from the ranger, carrying the magic power of flame or frost, whizzed past the face of the witcher, knocking down the hounds that leaped from the pool of blood.

Facing the chaotic ranger once again, he activated his [Enemy] skill, and the arrows mixed with the power of elements doubled their power.

Alix, who has always been good at lurking and using traps to kill enemies, also used his short bow to coordinate with the ranger's attacks to harass enemies in other directions.

The female samurai was a little helpless for these little monsters that could appear and disappear in the blood pool. She finally got rid of the entanglement of several hounds, and the huge flail smashed deep pits on the ground. However, under the power of the blood pool, she quickly It was restored to its original state.

"Damn it!" There was a hound hanging on the female warrior's lap, and her violent hand grabbed the lower body of the hound and pulled it hard. Under the tremendous force, the monster's body was completely torn apart.

Compared to the body, some huge heads were still firmly on the female warrior's thighs with her occlusal muscles. Vittoria threw the half of the corpse out of her hand and ran straight to the Mannoroth at the theater: "Waaagh! I'm done!"

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