Chapter 640

Chen Ming looks at the back of Huamao leaving, and suddenly feels that this guy seems to be on a road of no return.

"It hurts!" Gulu has been crying for pain since he returned to his residence. There is no way. This time, he was injured too seriously. It's lucky that he didn't lose any parts in this battle. Unfortunately, he didn't leave anything except this one.

Besides, he also suffered from the resentment of that slave. This time he went out at a loss. Looking at the wounded soldiers around him, Gulu suddenly felt that he was sorry for them, because his anger directly affected them. Now he can say that he survived because of the protection policy of the orc area.

However, he almost lost the chance of a complete reversal, and he didn't know when he would be able to recover completely. Moreover, his injury would not be able to participate in tomorrow's competition as usual, and he didn't know what to do now. If only the military division were here at this time.

Today, however, it is because of the military adviser that he used to argue with those who help the orcs. He must accept the fact that the military adviser has died. In the past, it was the military adviser who gave advice to the orcs who couldn't calm down. But this time, for the first time, he tried to find a solution.

Gulu's anger has been written on his face. If it is not enough for him to restrain himself, otherwise the wound will crack. Gulu feels that he has been in bad luck since he met Chen Ming, and he has been walking for a long time. Wait for Chen Ming!

Gulu seems to have thought of something, plus carp's performance. Now he has good reasons to believe that the whole thing should be related to this guy. Unexpectedly, players will be played one day. Chen Ming, you really make me miserable. With Gulu's IQ, we can all guess that it was Chen minggan.

Of course, in this world without evidence, as long as I think so, no matter whether you do it or not, it's the truth to do it first. Otherwise, you may have to play tricks on me behind my back. This is what people in the realm of alchemy do. Chen Ming does what he does. I'm not afraid if you come to me.

Gulu's finger also has a ring at this time. He doesn't take it out easily even when it's in the ancient city. After all, it's a bit boring for him. After all, most people in pugucheng are not qualified to go to the alchemy city. This alchemy city can only be entered by city Masters or their descendants like them. As for others? It can't be good at all?

"I really didn't expect that, Chen Ming, you would let me use this thing." At this time, Gulu had a black unidentified object in his hand. Its shape seemed to be changing all the time. The whole body was black, but it looked so dirty. Gulu just swallowed it without looking at it.

These soldiers feel the most obvious difference between eating and not eating. They become stronger. They really become stronger. Their young master doesn't know why they become stronger after eating that thing, and it seems that their injuries are all better. Of course, Gulu doesn't eat it to find a slave to play that game again, but for tomorrow's game.

He is still very interested in those points. In his opinion, the orcs will not be able to participate this year. There are not many strong orcs. It's just because they are loved by the elder of the Lu family that they have a territory that belongs to them, and they are famous through various competitions.

After all, the orcs have a lot of advantages if they don't compete for soul power. That's why the orcs are able to stand here. If the strong orcs don't protect their king, a slave, and recover slowly, they will go to the competition. If they don't, Gulu will feel empty and take the opportunity to kill their king directly.

So this time they won't fight.

If they do come, Gulu doesn't mind if their worries come true.

"Take these pills and compete tomorrow." Gulu gave the leftovers that he had just eaten to the soldiers around him. It's obvious that the competition is not just individual, he needs the team to win for him.

"Thank you, young master." Although each soldier was already weak, he sincerely expressed his thanks. It seemed that they were with a good host.

Orc zone.

"Wang, tomorrow's competition..." his subordinates came to his room to gather. It is obvious that Wang's injury and tomorrow's competition have firmly tied them to the orcs. Although they will not be despised for this competition, they are bound to have a bad year.

So they put forward their own opinions, hoping to let Wang make a choice. A slave lay in bed and seriously thought about every word they said. Although his body had been seriously injured, his brain was still very clear, and he knew what to do next and how to do it.

"Tomorrow's game, we give up." Obviously, he made a wise choice, and it is the most important thing to keep his strength at this time. Nothing else.

"So the other orcs?" The orcs are not only their king, but also other orcs.

"They're fine. They won't be affected." I believe that as long as they don't meet the grunting team, nothing will happen,

After all, in this region, almost every living creature has to give them orcs a little face, and Gollum is probably no more able to compete than he is. So there's nothing to worry about.

"Yes, my king." His men are serious about their Orc etiquette.

"Remind them that if they encounter a grunt, although it's unlikely, they must restrain themselves, don't scare others, and save it for future solution." Said a slave coughed two times, obviously mentioned Gulu he is very angry, it seems that the most can not compete is his own ah.

At that time, if this guy really drags his body to participate in the competition, it is estimated that before he is waiting to fight, he will have to cough himself up.

"Well, Wang, you'd better have a rest and leave the rest to us." Said a middle-aged Orc who looked like a slave. He is a slave, still in geqi, and a king. Many people believe him and are willing to follow him, but he has repeatedly said that he does not want to inherit the throne.

This once made a slave feel bad, but this time, do you want to take this opportunity to abdicate directly to his throne?

"Wang, we're down." Seven seems to be what Wang wants to say, even directly with those ministers to retreat.