Chapter 302

A brown green skin, covered with blood and holding a dead tree, appeared behind Manolos. On its chest, a huge penetrating wound went straight through the heart.

Through this huge wound, the demon hunter can even see the forest behind the green skin. The remains of a hound killed in the same place are turning into blood in the blood pool.

On the withered trees on which the green skin depends, long and thin, skin free, bloody human arms are constantly growing. In vain, they try to catch the green skin, but they are plucked from the tree trunk by the strong green skin and put them into their own mouth to chew.

When this unique green skin appeared, the bloody Knight sitting on the brass bull made a sound which was not to be checked, representing the sound of surprise.

"Pollute this blood pool with your blood, or it will continue to spread until there is no other life nearby to supply it with consumption." Panting for breath, brown green looked at the demon hunter with red eyes: "this is your only chance!"

Manolos, with his blood red eyes hidden behind his helmet, looked at the green skin without making any further moves, as if listening to something.

When Xu Yichen was attracted by the champion's attention, he breathed the air filled with blood mist. With the polluted air entering his lungs, he felt his whole blood boiling, and an almost uncontrollable desire to kill scoured his mind.

The next second, the silver flame on the demon hunter's body seemed to get new fuel, burning more vigorously. A cool feeling gushed from the bottom of the hunter's heart and pulled him out of the abyss.

The metal body of the monk Tang Sanzang was cut with a bone deep wound by the beheading sword of the bloodletting demon.

Master Sanzang, who traded his wounds for his life, took this opportunity to smash the head of the last bloodletting man into pieces with his iron palm.

Xu Yichen doesn't know what happened to the green skin, but he knows that the monsters who cross the barrier between the void and the world are summoned by the green skin.

From the enemy, is this a trap?

In his meditation, the demon hunter did not stop his killing. The hounds that came out of the blood pool were cut into pieces, from where they came from and where they went.

The masochist champion seemed to be waiting for the demon hunter to make a decision. Like a stone statue, he did not respond. His blood red eyes glowed behind his helmet.

"Trust me, man!" The brown green skin said weakly. With the almost fatal wound, there is no doubt that it may die in the next second: "when it is not willing to protect my ethnic group, I will no longer offer loyalty to it!"

The demon hunter turns his wrist. The sword in his hand smashes the head of a chaotic evil spirit that looks like human beings. The other hand is waved freely. A shock wave drives the air and blows a chaotic hound which has been hiding in the tree for half a day.

The long sword with blood quickly pulled out of the monster's brain that had lost signs of life, turned and stabbed it into another monster's body, sending the ugly thing back to the void.

The tyrannical champion warrior looks at the demon hunter in front of him. The fighting style and will of this mortal reminds him of some unpleasant memories and enemies in the subspace.

The heart of Manolos was filled with anger and hatred. In the battle that existed in consciousness, a consciousness of Manolos, represented by the young witch, was ripped by the mortals in front of him in the dream of the young witch.

This has almost become one of the funniest jokes in the last 50 years among the champion Samurai circle, and even some unruly demons have challenged Manolos for it.

But the great God of blood had other plans. The blood god's will was very clear. He wanted to have the mortal soul in front of him. Although he didn't know what was special about this mortal, Manolos didn't want to anger the will of the Lord of skull because of this small matter.

As now, when a foolish betrayer appeared, the will from the God of blood passed through the blood pool at the foot of the brass bull to Manolos' mind.

"Waiting for the blood to fall, the soul here is worthless."

Manolos couldn't understand the meaning, so he followed the will of the great master of the skull and waited.

Grom Hellscream felt the blood in his body, like a leaky jug, flowing freely along the wound, but he still looked at Manolos with happy eyes.

When their own ethnic groups are on the verge of destruction, every Orc is willing to use their own lives to try to find a way to continue the race.

As a man-made race, the orcs have been a tragedy since the day they were born.

They were created not by gods, but by the sorcerer King known as Saruman and other sorcerers who participated in the project together. They were created as tools.

Death is their job, and each Orc carries his or her own number, fighting at the forefront of the wizard king and Zerg.

However, when it comes to life, there will always be accidents. Even the great wizard king did not expect that the artificial race as cannon fodder had changed in the tenth year of its birth.In an abandoned outpost, a small group of orcs left in the barracks survived the killing of the Zerg.

When Saruman made this race, he added a little "human element" into it, so the finished product actually broke through the gender boundary of green skin as the base material. A small number of strong Orc warriors had obvious female characteristics.

For the mages, the cannon fodder doesn't matter male or female. As long as they can withstand the Zerg in the front line, they are good soldiers.

And for the forgotten party in the corner, a miracle happened. When the mages found them again three months later, a strong Orc baby born in human way shocked all the wizard kings in the new world.

The wizard kings used to peep at the power of the gods, but they didn't expect that this day would be so fast. They really created a new race that could reproduce on its own.

The warlords knew what it meant to the gods, so they chose to hide this great achievement and transfer the research of orcs underground.

However, the habitat that the sorcerers secretly arranged for the strong orcs was eventually discovered by the gods. The gods could tolerate the sharing of power among those who were no longer mortals. However, they would never allow these sorcerers to enter the realm of the creator.

The witch kings finally began negotiations with God. Under the temptation of huge external pressure and interests, the witch kings agreed to make concessions and began to destroy their creations.

As a biological weapon, orcs are endowed with strong body, less stupid wisdom and strong obedience.

They are a natural fighting race, with the advantages of green skin and human beings. They have children like human beings, but they have the speed of reproduction like green skin.

Born in March, five years later, the first group of ORC children have entered the mature stage, and they have the physical qualities required by a soldier.

But the wizard kings are powerful mages who have jointly blocked the reproduction ability of green skin. They can create life, walk with God, and naturally destroy their own creation.

A virus targeting the orc race began to spread in the strongorcs' gathering areas. The strong fighters gradually became lazy. The birth rate of newborns was declining, and the mortality and deformity rates were increasing.

But there was so much pressure from the gods, and the process was too fast, fast enough for the less intelligent Orc warriors to feel that something bad had happened.

In the end, a long-term rebel group in the south of the new world made a planned raid on a stronghold of orcs, and a tribe of more than 3000 orcs was liberated by the rebels.

With the help of the rebels, the orc tribe fled from the new world and settled on a small island in the far south colony.

One of them is grom Hellscream, one of the first Orc warriors to be created by the sorcerer King Saruman.

As a senior orc, grom Hellscream is different from other orcs. It is made as a commander. Along with its name, a lot of knowledge is put into its brain by sorcerer Saruman.

So grom Hellscream understood that its people might have escaped from the new world, but the gods in the sky, and the evil curse spread among them by the Witch King, were still eroding his tribe.

The constant death of new borns stimulates the nerves of other Orc warriors. There is no place for them to vent their anger and their souls. There is no force in the world to welcome them, and no God is willing to accept their beliefs.

All the way to the far south colony, grom Hellscream encountered a group of masochist worshippers who were burning villages and slaughtering villagers. It was the first time that it came into contact with chaos, the nightmare of all living creatures in the world, and the eternal enemy of the gods.

Grom knew that what he had been searching for was finally found, but the cautious grom Hellscream was unwilling to place all the hopes of his own people in one basket, so he wanted to wait and see for a while.

But in order to show his respect, grom humbly lowered his head, and let those crazy chaotic pilgrims use their own blood to tattoo on its back the holy emblem of terror and abuse.

From that day on, grom Hellscream could hear mysterious sounds in his ears every day, and the bloodthirsty desire filled the soul corroded by the curse.

In the endless killing, the strong Orc warrior felt that he was once again the omnipotent warrior who faced the insect sea and defeated death again and again.

Grom Hellscream crazily worships the great God of blood, the Lord of skulls, and the killing time and again made it stand out among the chaotic pilgrims.

Once again, in the ritual, grom Hellscream, who became a little crazy, dug out his heart and dedicated it to the great will in chaos.

In the dark, grom Hellscream felt that he was chosen by the great blood god to carry out an important task. He crossed the sea, passed through the black forest, and went straight through the white fog which made him feel terrible and cold.However, the great blood god sheltered it, and nothing in the white fog hurt it, only staring at himself in the distance.

Grom Hellscream touched his empty chest and warned himself with only reason: "when this task is completed, I will pray to the great blood god to save my people!"

However, the blood god's emissary responded with a series of sarcastic Laughter: "do you think this is a deal? The great blood god is not interested in your people. "

Grom Hellscream, who has been bewildered by the power, felt the scorn of the gods he believed in at that moment. The cruel fact woke it up completely.

The angry Orc warrior cuts off the head of a bloodletting man with his own axe, and washes the tattoo on the back with his own blood. Grom Hellscream returns to the warrior who seeks a way out for the tribe.

"Your blood can end this disaster!" With his own blood, he summoned the power from chaos. Grom Hellscream knew the blood pool under his feet to a certain extent. He called out in the semi immature human language, trying to move the stubborn human.

However, the demon hunter turned a deaf ear to green skin's words. He pushed forward step by step, and the distance from the tyrannical champion warrior became shorter one by one.

Xu Yichen attracted the attention of half of the monsters born in the blood pool in the front, and finally solved the pressure of the bloodletting team-mates behind.

The arrows from Rangers, with the magic power of fire or frost, whistling across the face of the demon hunter, shot a hound jumping from the pool of blood to the ground.

Once again, facing the chaotic Ranger, he activated his [old enemy] skill, and the power of arrow mixed elements was doubled.

Alex, who has always been good at lurking and using traps to kill enemies, also uses his short bow to cooperate with Rangers' attacks to harass enemies in other directions.

The female Samurai was helpless for these small monsters that could appear and disappear in the blood pool. She managed to get rid of the entanglement of several hounds, and the huge flail smashed a pit on the ground, but it recovered quickly under the power of the blood pool.

"Damn it!" There is a hound hanging from the leg of the samurai. Her irascible hand grabs the lower part of the hound and tugs hard. Under the huge force, the monster's body is completely torn.

Compared with the body, some huge heads still use their own occlusal muscles to stay firmly on the samurai's thigh. Vitoria throws out half of the body in her hand and runs straight to Manolos, who has been watching the play: "Waaagh! I'm fed up with it! "

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