The Game of Demon Hunter

It took almost a week for nearly 3,000 marines to lift the blockade of Wangxiang City. They carefully cleared every inch of the land to ensure that no chaotic debris survived.

Every day, a large number of corpses are dragged to the port area for burning, and billowing black smoke can be seen even dozens of miles away.

When the orcs arrived at the port area, it was just in time for the last wave of cremation today.

The corpses piled up like a hill, and many of them had been dead for a few days or even a week. The already strangely shaped corpses were even more swollen at this time, and many of the chaotic debris fished from the sea would explode.

Several selected marines had to wear fully sealed protective clothing, stepping on the pile of greasy corpses to climb up the corpse mountain and dump whale oil from top to bottom.

Along the way, the 'Golden Fleet' hunted and killed many large sea monsters, and it would be best to use them as kindling.

The warriors and players who came and went were not used to this kind of scene, but the strong beasts didn't respond at all, they still talked and laughed and commented on the method of cleaning up the corpse.

"They are far behind mages in this respect. When we fought against worms, mages used disintegration to clean up corpse piles." The orcs laughed as they watched the marine lose his footing and slide down the mountain of corpses. down.

"But mages will never separate the corpses of our people and bugs." Grom sighed, and he saw that the marines on the other side kept the corpses of the priests who died in battle, and it seemed that there was no burning. Intend.

The strong beasts fell silent, watching several marines throw torches into the mountain of corpses, and the sinful flesh was finally purified in the flames.

A large airship hung a metal box in the sky and slowly lowered its height. Several ground staff held up glowing sticks and guided the airship to dock the cargo at the designated location.

Along with the box fell was the witcher, who was standing on top of the box, seemingly hitching a ride.

After the box came to a complete stop, Xu Yichen kicked open the safety valve at the corner of the box one by one, and the four walls of the entire metal container suddenly fell to the surroundings, and a lot of dust was stirred up on the ground.

Chen Bachi's expression changed, and he quickly covered his head with his clothes.

Where does the dust come from in this damn port, so many corpses are burned every day, and the ground is covered with ashes!

The strong beasts didn't care at all, their eyes were all attracted by the things in the box.

A set of heavy armor hanging on the rack seemed to indicate their fate, death and disaster, flame and dust in billowing black smoke.

"I promised you all, weapons and food!" Xu Yichen stood on the container, making all the orcs look up: "This is my promise!"

Grom Hellscream slowly approached the container step by step, and took out a horn helmet from the shelf. The heavy feel proved that the material was solid. Although the surface was a bit rough, it had also been specially treated with a matte finish. Make the helmet not reflect light in the sun.

Grom tapped the helmet with his fingers, and there seemed to be tears in the tiger's eyes: "If we had such armor back then, how many people would have survived?"

Can't mages make such armor?

Of course not, before players enter this world, they are the most productive forces in the world.

It's just that in the eyes of the mage, the life of a strong orc is worthless.

An urc might be worth less than a full set of armor, and instead of making metal armor just for urks, spend some time making more urks warriors.

Grom silently put the full set of armor on his body, and finally buckled the horned helmet on his head. The one-size-fits-all helmet, cast in the shape of the orc's skull, perfectly protected Grom's head, making the orc feel the long-lost feeling. sense of security.

Grom Hellscream stood in front of his people, facing the sun and facing the witcher. Under the bright sunlight, he could only see the outline of a figure.

"I, Grom Hellscream, swear!" Grom slammed his chest hard with his fist, making a dull sound: "As long as the Serisians don't break their promise to the Orcs today, the Orcs will never betray Siris!"

"Wow!" The rest of the orcs slammed their fists on their chests, shouting along with Grom: "Swear! Swear! Never betray!"

"Food can make a race continue, and weapons can make a race brave." Xu Yichen pointed at Grom aloofly: "But this is just the beginning, you still have a lot to learn! To become a great race, you must know why you are To fight and to live for what."

"We live for ourselves, but now we are willing to fight for Seris." Grom lowered his head: "We are an artificial race without history, humble and confused, may the generous Siris guide us, and become a A real race!"

"First of all, you must remember that Chaos cannot be trusted." Xu Yichen jumped off the container and patted Grom on the shoulder: "As long as Chaos is still there, no race can live well, and the only way to expel Chaos is the world." There is a future."

"Never make a deal with Chaos again!" the witcher said to Grom, "Chaos cannot be trusted. If Mannoroth appears again, you know what to do."

"I know, my battle ax will let it know what fear is." Grom raised the weapon in his hand: "The orcs will remember today's words and will never have anything to do with Chaos!"

"Time will tell whether a race is great or not. Your history has just begun, let us wait and see." Xu Yichen pointed at the container: "Let your people be fully armed, we are going to go out and chop some chaotic offal!"

"Let's go now?" Chen Bachi scratched his head: "How do we go?"

Xu Yichen pointed to the sky: "It will take us where we need to go."

It was only then that Chen Bachi noticed that the huge airship in the sky did not leave, but was fixed above the witcher's head by the staff on the ground, and many people were busy hoisting food and fresh water up.

Under Chen Bachi's dull expression, the cannons were being slowly pulled upwards, all of which could be seen, and more materials were placed in the space objects, and they had already boarded the airship with the personnel.

"My dear, why do you have to choose this airship?" Chen Bachi curled his lips after regaining his senses, and looked at the huge smiling face with dissatisfaction, feeling that he was being ridiculed: "Laugh at your sister, laugh! Funny!"