Chapter 369： shake people

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On the ground, a huge shadow quickly approached Tiger's position.

An orc drove the Wyvern and swooped towards Tiger.

"Gah!"

Accompanied by an extremely unpleasant roar, the two-footed flying dragon spewed out a stream of acid towards where Tiger was.

Effortlessly dodging the Wyvern's attack, Tiger frowned as he glanced at the Wyvern raging above the territory.

The number of air defense bed crossbows in the territory is limited, and it is impossible to restrain so many bipedal dragons.

After fighting for so long, only two bipedal dragons were shot down, but five crossbows were destroyed.

Looking at the large number of orcs who died under the attack of the two-footed dragon, Tiger's brows became a little more evil.

After all this time, not a single feathered man was launched against the Wyvern.

At present, the enemy has come to the moment of survival and death of the territory, and these timid fellows still refuse to give their lives.

Do they think that after the war, these aliens will let them go?

After killing several orcs, Tiger came to a tiger man and told him:

"Let those feathered get out and fight the Wyvern!"

"Five minutes later, if I don't see Yuto lift off."

"Then I will destroy them all before the territory is destroyed!"

Hearing the lord's words, the tiger man also showed a hostility, nodded viciously, turned and quickly rushed to the Yuren clan station.

Tiger naturally didn't expect Yuren to be able to fight the Wyvern.

Even if the Feathermen led the people into battle, they would still not be the opponents of the forty-six two-legged flying dragons.

But before the enemy, all the orcs are fighting for the survival of the territory.

Even the Elephant Man, who had a conflict with the Tiger Man not long ago, has now dispatched his entire clan to fight with the Orc Man.

However, the feathered clan stayed behind silently, which made Tiger feel rather unhappy.

Even if they can't beat it, flying into the sky to contain the bipedal dragon can also help the orcs on the ground relieve the pressure.

At this point, what's the point of wanting to save the clan?

Turning back, watching the chaotic battlefield, Tiger sighed softly.

He has not received an orthodox education, although his personal strength is outstanding, but Tiger's ability to lead troops to fight is very rough.

Not even as good as hero units in various races.

This is also one of the reasons why he does not command the army and fights in person.

At this time, Tiger couldn't help but start to miss the old Foxy who was captured by himself during the uprising.

Half-orcs of different races have obvious aptitudes.

The Foxy family is one of the most intelligent races among the half-orc races.

Once there was a military division of the Foxy clan, the army under its command would not be like now, with different races forming separate factions and fighting separately.

Instead, they will be integrated together to maximize the strength of different racial arms...

In contrast, the attack of the orcs is not so subtle, but there are some rules.

The resistance of the orcs seemed tenacious and ferocious.

In fact, from the start of the war to the present, they have been beaten by the orcs.

Swish swish!

Tiger rushed to the front line of the battlefield again, waving his claws and reaping the lives of the orc warriors.

The red blood on the body is getting deeper and deeper, and its body is getting stronger and stronger.

After killing two Behemoth beasts again, Tiger's height has exceeded five meters, and the blood inflammation attached to his body also tends to turn black.

Walking on the battlefield is a **** of killing!

Whoosh whoosh!

Tearing an orc hero unit to shreds, Tiger keenly sensed the danger and hurriedly ducked sideways.

A row of stabs rubbed Tiger, and suddenly popped out of the ground under his feet one after another.

If one step later, Tiger will be penetrated by these thorns.

Supporting the ground with his hands, and then quickly bounced away, Tiger dodged a flying fireball again, and cut off the head of an orc who came over.

Knowing this time, it looked at the enemy who attacked itself.

It was a tall orc with a height of more than three meters, holding a totem pole in both hands and constantly knocking, releasing various totem spells.

Ice pick, wind blade, ground thorn, fireball...

Almost every moment, there will be a tragic death of a half-orc.

"The Orc Lord!"

Tiger's eyes were solemn, his body flashed, and he rushed towards the tall orc shaman who did not look like a spellcaster, the lord of the Demonhoof tribe - Orgma.

Clang!

Halfway through, Tiger was stopped by an orc with a long knife.

"Your enemy is me, bastard!"

Bago raised his head and looked at Tiger with an extremely angry expression.

This guy not only killed five behemoths, but also killed the only golden behemoth that was about to evolve.

It only feels that its heart is bleeding now.

"Another orc lord?"

Looking at Bago who appeared in front of him, Tiger understood something in his heart.

At this stage, how could a single orc lord have the ability to gather an army of this size.

Invading its territory was a coalition of two or more orcs.

To some extent, it is not wrong to lose.

But thinking so in his heart, Tiger didn't have the slightest idea of ​​admitting defeat.

Born as a gladiator, he has experienced countless battles of life and death.

Tiger knew that he couldn't give up resistance until the enemy cut off his head or smashed his heart.

Not long after the stalemate, Bago's veins jumped up, his teeth were clenched, and the jaws of his hands holding the knife were split open.

On the other hand, Tiger, nothing is the same.

Swish!

"Orgma!!"

An afterimage rushed towards him, and Bago was horrified, and immediately opened his mouth to call for help.

It can't break free from Tiger's suppression, and it can't escape the unknown.

Bang!

Just as the afterimage was about to hit Bago, a shield flashing with totem runes condensed in front of Bago.

The afterimage slapped on the shield, making a crisp sound, and then the shield cracked directly.

After the afterimage stagnated for a short time, he let his energy go, and slapped Baggo's abdomen, leaving a dent on his armor.

puff!

Bago spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out.

Knowing this time, it can see what is attacking itself.

That's Tiger's tail!

"Boiled!"

"Does it hurt me?"

"Novalu, where are you dead!"

"Come and help!"

"I can't beat this tiger man!"

Getting up from the ground, Bago felt the pain in his abdomen and started shaking people without hesitation Fair?

dignity?

Shame?

It's ridiculous, Bago, who used to be an orc warrior, doesn't pay attention to these things.

In its heart, the most important thing on the battlefield is to survive, and then to win.

Only by doing these two things can you be considered a real winner.

With Bago's cry, Novalu appeared on the battlefield the next second.

It was wearing armor and carrying its own totem pole, apparently using the totem pole as a weapon.

It's just that, unlike Orgmar, Novalu is a heavy armored warrior.

Seeing the appearance of the third orc lord, Tiger did not have any mood swings.

The body leaned down and rushed up again.