Chapter 378： close the net

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The Prophet is dead!

These four words hit the hearts of Ogma and Bago heavily.

Like a thunderbolt, the expressions of the two orc lords changed drastically, and they looked at Novalu in disbelief.

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

Even when he was in the ancestral land, he had never heard of a prophet dying in a war.

Because of the particularity of its abilities, even hostile orc tribes would not disrespect the opponent's prophet.

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

For all races in the Chaos Continent, they are completely transcendent existences.

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

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

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

Bago grabbed Novalu's subordinate with a majestic expression.

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

Augma and Novalu were not much better either. At this moment, they were in a state of disarray, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

But seeing Bago grabbing his men, Novalu still stood up, pulled his hands behind him, and said with a stiff face:

"Your people will bring back news soon. You will know whether the Prophet is dead or not."

"There is only one problem before us now!"

"Evacuate or continue fighting?"

Novalu glanced at the half-orc army that was almost completely defeated by humans, stepped back a few steps in the direction facing Orgma and Bago, and sighed:

"The Blackstone tribe is no longer planning to waste time here."

Hearing Novalu's words, Ogma's face turned ashen. Seeing that another Wyvern was hit by the flame breath of the red dragon Yayi, it fell to the sky with a wail, and his mouth was slightly opened, but he couldn't say a word.

"Slap a fart!"

Bago jumped into a rage, his eyes were like fire, he turned around and said:

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

After walking a few steps, Bago paused and said in a low voice:

"Wrong!"

"It was wrong from the beginning!"

"We put too much faith in and relied on Ragnar too much."

"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!"

Looking back, Bago looked at Ogma and said with a stern expression:

"The human lord came over so quickly, he must know our actions well."

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

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

"Now, we need to work together to retreat!"

"If we don't evacuate, we may be completely wiped out here by human beings!"

Boom!

Hearing Bago's words, Ogma slammed his fist on the totem pole, and cast a bitter glance at the elite of the universe on the mountain.

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

"Sound the horn, the whole army retreats!"

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

It has done many things like running away in the ancestral land and the Chaos Continent, so it will not feel ashamed of it.

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

The Wyverns under his command were almost wiped out, and more than 2,000 troops of all ranks had also been lost.

Prior to this, among the four tribes of the orc alliance, the Demonshoe tribe and the Bloodlink tribe went hand in hand.

But after this war, the Magic Hoof Tribe is about to fall to the bottom.

But what can I do if I am not reconciled, this battle has been under the watchful eyes of "Single Bird" from the very beginning.

The victories they see have always belonged to others!

"Where's the Bloodlink tribe... shall we join them?"

Novalu also ordered someone to blow the horn for retreat, looked at the 1,500 voodoo warriors rushing to the rear camp from a distance, and couldn't help asking.

After hearing Novalu's inquiry, Bago and Ogma fell silent.

Once Ragnar died, the orc alliance existed in name only, and it could basically be declared disbanded.

If they can escape from the siege of the human army, the four tribes will part ways after all.

But there is also a certain possibility that a struggle will ensue, and one or two tribes will be cannibalized by the remaining tribes.

The Demon's Hoof and Red Flag, whose strength has been greatly weakened and their morale is unstable, are the most likely targets to be focused on.

Bago and Ogma looked at each other, and this time Ogma spoke first:

"Regardless of whether Ragnar is dead or not, the alliance cannot go on."

"Blood Chain Tribe..."

"Looking at the cooperation during this period, please send someone to inform you!"

After finishing speaking, Augma walked towards the army formation of his own tribe without looking back.

So did Bago, apparently, and Orgma said to send someone, but neither was prepared to do so.

Novalu smiled wryly, and was about to pretend to be a good old man for the last time.

He looked up to the back camp, only to find that those voodoo warriors retreated again, and behind them, there were still a large number of blood chain tribe orcs fleeing in embarrassment.

Novalu even saw Magatha's frightened figure disappearing in the midst of the defeated army of the Bloodlink tribe.

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

Novalu couldn't help screaming when he saw black leopards carrying Amazon female warriors rushing out of the orc camp.

Bago was shocked when he heard it, and quickly shouted to Ogma and Novalu:

"Run north!"

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

Bago asked the Demonshoe Tribe and the Blackstone Tribe to run north with him, in order to let the Bloodlink Tribe attract the firepower of the human army and give them time to escape.

Hearing Bago's callOgma didn't say a word, and marched east and north with the Magic Hoof tribe, intending to rush out from between the blood chain tribe and the battlefield on the mountain.

Novalu led the Blackstone Tribe, and rushed southeast, which happened to be staggered with the Chiqi Tribe.

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

Before the entire army of the universe was revealed, the loose and unrestrained alliance of the orcs fell apart in an instant.

Standing on the half-orc castle, Huang Yu watched the actions of the orc coalition army from a distance, and couldn't help but sneered.

If these orcs join forces and break through at any cost, they may still retain a certain amount of strength.

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

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

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