Chapter 1604

Looking at the howling, excited quickly, the tide of orcs like a madman rushed up again, and the just relieved gegeguo was silly.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the hammer in his hand was covered with blood, and his rat man lost more than 2000 yuan, but he was still proud to fight the orc head-on.

Just looking at the surge of orcs again, many mouse people have shown fear in their eyes, whew, whew, a new round of ice bombs fall.

The protective shield that the orc warlock had been supporting flashed a few times and faded slowly. The ice hockey seemed to break through a layer of water curtain and fell into the beast crowd.

Under the attack of ice bombs, the dense orcs fell to the ground, humming and groaning. Then they became stepping stones for their companions. Ice bombs went round and round, and finally they could not contain these crazy orcs.

Gladys fought hard to kill the last troublemaker of this team. This is a small tribe Orc chief, with his own strong troops, and the centripetal force is very strong.

One by one, for the sake of this little chieftain, they all spared their lives to protect them, even at the expense of themselves. This little chieftain is also a level seven strong man, and his existence is indeed the most valuable.

Burning down the warehouse is his masterpiece. Holding double knives, he can come and go like the wind, and wave them like a cutting machine. He can easily tear open any blocking person.

Gladys' three mothers and daughters, together with a great arcane master, chased him out and bullied him to death with magic.

After several lightning strikes in the company, the double blade Orc chief was weak and barely supported himself with a knife. He could no longer come and go freely like a ghost.

Isabella was over his back, but she didn't dare to get close to him again. Her sister had been cut off by the other party for two times, and she almost split her whole body.

Fortunately, her mother Gladys's lightning toxin affected her opponent's judgment and movement speed, but the ORC was still a terrible melee killing machine, sensitive to almost intuitive killing instinct.

A barrage of bullets flew over, and the orc split the front row of Arcane Missiles, but was blasted in the head by the back. A wisp of purple air winding up, will drag away a blue soul.

Such scenes have long been commonplace, and the existence of demons is no secret to the Wilderness Alliance. Many people with insight have guessed what this phenomenon means, but what does it matter? As long as they are on their own side.

And the devil did appear, blocking the invincible God in the early stage, the only Orc who could float freely in the sky.

Listening to the cry of killing outside, the faces of several people all changed color. Without a word, they flew to ask their sisters to help them. These Raiders in the city have been cleaned up, and the rest of the fish are hiding. It's not so easy to find them. The most urgent thing is to support them outside.

The werewolf leader, srivan, rushed into the gap with blood red eyes. He didn't use weapons. The werewolf's claws are the best weapons.

His height is a head higher than the orc, and his muscles are twisted. His thick fur is like natural armor to protect his body.

The blood is shining in the fishy wind, and the ordinary Orc has been caught with broken limbs before he can see it clearly. An ORC with small head and red eyes rushes up, and the two sides fight each other. The orc has gone crazy.

At the next moment, the wolf opened his mouth and directly bit each other's head. The rest of his body was thrown out.

More orcs crowded over, and the weapons from all sides made his speed have no room to play. Even the violent power had already weakened in the fight.

However, the companions around him changed batch after batch, but there were no werewolves. The first werewolves who followed him had already fallen down. Some of them became meat mud on the ground, and some of them were dragged back for treatment.

But after all, most of them were dragged back for treatment, because the werewolf is a strong main fighting race, so it is also attached great importance. Maybe it is because of his existence. In short, the female rescue teams composed of females of all races in the battlefield saved their companions in time.

Therefore, let him strengthen his determination to stand here and play his role in this front line. The number of werewolves is too small. The more people in the Wilderness Alliance, the more right to speak.

He knows this very well. If he doesn't do something, werewolves are a marginal race in this city, and may even be eliminated at any time.

Although he lost to the young werewolf in the clan, his strength is still beyond doubt, just because the fighting in the clan does not depend on life and death.

Here, nothing can be too much, as long as you can kill the enemy. The companions behind him huddled together with the orcs. This wave of ORC fanaticism even had no room to raise their weapons. They just huddled into a meat ball and rolled in.

Of course, I won't be polite here. The weapon's hand fell and his head fell towards the other side. However, just after killing one of the other side, the counter attack came.

There is no room for the caster to survive here. He can only fight with real swords and guns. He has no time to think. A dwarf soldier nearby smashes an enemy with a hammer, and in the twinkling of an eye, two weapons fall on his armor.

Although he didn't hurt him, he was beaten so unsteadily that he couldn't retreat. More companions in the back pushed the people in front, and no one could retreat. They could only advance and beat the enemy out. But these tall orcs are totally crazy. They find it inconvenient to launch their weapons, so they just throw away their weapons and throw them on with open hands. Srivan was caught off guard and was hugged. The huge driving force pushed him back. His claws were deeply embedded in the orc's back, but he couldn't stop himself under the pressure of more orcs. The gap blocked by Alliance soldiers was forced to open, and more and more orcs came in. From the air, you can see that the red representing orcs is expanding in the gap. One side of the mixed alliance is being squeezed out. Stephen will tear up the throat of the guy holding him, but there are still layers of orcs behind him, and the animals hanging on him have no space to fall. He steadfastly kept his figure and didn't let himself fall down. Otherwise, he would end up with countless big feet. His personal strength seems to be suppressed to the extreme in such a battlefield. Most of the time, even if there is no weapon collision, life and death have been separated, even the strong one seems to be no different from an ordinary person. His heart was cold, and finally it was the last moment. Why didn't the sea people come yet? Didn't they say that the sea people were the overlord of the sea?