Chapter 378： closed

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The prophet is dead!

These four words slammed heavily on the hearts of Orgma and Bago.

Like a dull thunder, the expressions of the two orc lords changed greatly, and they looked at Novalu in disbelief.

The Prophet has a very special position among the orcs, and his influence sometimes even exceeds that of the lords of the various tribes.

Even in the ancestral land, it was never heard of a prophet who died in war.

Because of the particularity of its abilities, even hostile orc tribes would not disrespect the opposing prophets.

What's more, Ragnar is also a sixth-order extraordinary orc prophet.

For the various races in the Chaos Continent, it is a completely transcendent existence.

Even if Ragnar's own combat power is not strong, under the guidance of prophecy, he can instinctively avoid his own danger.

But now, Novalu actually said that the Prophet was dead? !

"Bastard, do you know what you're talking about!"

Bago grabbed Novalo's subordinate with a shrewd face.

But from his trembling tone, it was not difficult to see that Bago was already panicking.

Orgma and Novalu were not much better. At this time, the two were in a state of turmoil, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

But seeing Bago grabbing his subordinates, Novalu still stepped forward, pulled his hands behind him, and said stiffly:

"Your people will bring back news soon, whether the prophet is dead or not, you will know right away."

"There is only one problem before us now!"

"Evacuate or keep fighting?"

Novalu glanced at the half-orc army that was almost defeated by humans, took a few steps back in the direction opposite to Orgmar and Bago, and sighed:

"The Blackrock Tribe is not ready to waste time here."

Hearing Novalu's words, Orgma's face was ashen, and he saw another two-footed flying dragon. It was hit by the red dragon Yayi's flaming breath, and fell into the sky with a wailing cry. His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't say a word.

"Fuck you!"

Bago was furious and angry, turned around and said:

"The prophets are dead, don't run, wait for the human army to hack us all here?"

After walking a few steps, Bago paused and said suddenly:

"Wrong!"

"Wrong from the start!"

"We're too trusting, too reliant on Ragnar."

"But this is the Chaos Continent after all, not the ancestral land!"

"The prophet... is just a special professional of the mystery department."

"We take it too seriously!"

Turning back, Baggo looked at Orgma and said grimly:

"That human lord came so quickly, he must know our actions very well."

"I even suspect that his army is already nearby."

"As long as we give an order, we will be caught by them like fish."

"Now, we need to retreat together!"

"If we don't evacuate, we are really likely to be wiped out by humans here!"

Bang!

Hearing Bago's words, Orgma slammed a punch on the totem pole and glanced at the elite of the universe on the mountain.

Then he picked up the totem pole and said to the orc beside him:

"Blow the horn, the whole army retreats!"

Even though he was unwilling, in the face of revenge and life, Orgma chose life.

Escape, it has done a lot in the ancestral land and the Chaos Continent, so it is not ashamed.

The reason why it is so resentful is because its losses in this battle are too great.

The two-legged flying dragons under his command are about to be wiped out, and more than 2,000 troops of various ranks have also lost.

Before this, among the four tribes of the Orc Alliance, the Demonhoof tribe and the Bloodlink tribe went hand in hand.

But after this war, the Demon Hoof Tribe has been reduced to the bottom.

But what can you do if you are not reconciled, this battle was under the watchful eyes of the "origin" from the very beginning.

The victory they saw, all along, was someone else's!

"Where's the Blood Chain tribe...are we going to join them?"

Novalu also ordered someone to sound the horn to retreat, and he looked at the 1,500 voodoo warriors who rushed to the back camp from a distance, and couldn't help asking.

After hearing Novalu's question, Baggo and Orgma fell silent.

As soon as Ragnar died, the orc alliance existed in name only and could basically be declared disbanded.

If they can retreat from the encirclement and suppression of the human army, the four tribes will part ways after all.

But there is a certain chance that there will be a fight and one or two tribes will be cannibalized by the remaining tribes.

And the strength is greatly damaged, the hoof and the red flag, which are unstable in the military, are the most likely targets to be focused on.

Baggo and Orgma looked at each other, and this time Orgma was the first to speak:

"Whether Ragnar is dead or not, the alliance cannot go on."

"Blood Chain Tribe..."

"Looking at the cooperation during this period, send someone to let me know!"

After speaking, Orgmar walked to the army formation of his tribe without looking back.

The same goes for Bago, and apparently, Orgmar said he'd send someone to let him know, but neither of them were going to do it.

Novalu gave a wry smile and was about to pretend to be a good guy one last time.

Looking up at the rear camp, I found that the voodoo warriors had retreated again, and behind them, there were still a large number of blood-chain tribe orcs fleeing in embarrassment.

Novalu even saw Magatha's embarrassed figure in the rout of the Blood Chain Tribe.

"That's... the human army is here!"

When he saw the black black-scaled leopards, carrying Amazon female warriors, scurrying out of the orc rear camp, Novalu couldn't help screaming.

When Bago heard this, he was shocked and hurriedly shouted to Ogma and Novalu:

"Run north!"

The west is the direction of the human territory, the east is the elite of the universe territory, and the south is the blood chain tribe and the orc rear camp. At this time, no accident, has been occupied by humans.

Bagg asked the Demonhoof tribe and the Blackrock tribe to run north with him, just to make the Blood Chain tribe attract the firepower of the human army and give them time to escape.

Hearing Bago's shout, UU reading Orgma said nothing, and marched northeast with the Demon Hoof Tribe, intending to rush out between the Blood Chain Tribe and the battlefield on the mountain.

Novalu, on the other hand, took the Black Stone Tribe and rushed to the southeast, just staggered from the Chiqi Tribe.

Seeing this scene, Bago greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the two orc lords in his heart, and took the orcs of the Chiqi tribe south.

Before the whole world army was revealed, the loose and unconstrained alliance of orcs fell apart in an instant.

Standing on the half-orc castle, Huang Yu watched the movements of the allied orcs from a distance, and couldn't help sneering.

If these orcs join forces and break through at any cost, it is possible to preserve a certain strength.

At this time, they are fighting each other, obviously with a fluke mentality that a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.

But how could they know that with the cooperation of Jiang Chengzi, Ryana and Leonidas, this battlefield has been brought into the net by the Universal Army.

At this point, it's time to close the net!