A brown green skin covered in blood, holding a dead tree, appeared behind Manolos. On its chest, a huge penetrating wound passed straight through the position of the heart.

The demon hunter could even see the forest behind Green Skin through this huge wound, and the corpses of the hunting dogs killed in the place were turning into blood in the blood pool.

The dead tree on which the green skin relies on constantly grows slender, skinless, bloody human arms. They want to grab the green skin in vain, but the strong green skin is pulled off the trunk, stuffed into their mouths, and chew it in big mouths.

When this unique green skin appeared, the blood-colored knight straddled the brass bull made a sound of undetectable, representing a surprising sound.

"Use your blood to contaminate this pool of blood, otherwise it will continue to spread until there is no other life nearby to supply it to consume." The brown green skin gasped and looked at the demon hunter with red eyes: "This is your only chance!"

Manolos looked directly at the green skin with blood-red eyes hidden behind the helmet, without further action, as if listening to something.

Xu Yichen took advantage of the terror and abuse champion's attention and breathed in big mouthfuls of air filled with blood mist. As the polluted air entered his lungs, he felt the blood in his body boiling, and an almost undepressed desire to kill was washing back and forth in his brain.

The next second, the silver flame on the Demon Hunter's body burned even more vigorously as if it had obtained new fuel. A cool feeling surged from the Demon Hunter's heart and pulled him out of the abyss.

The metal body of the monk Tang Sanzang was slashed with a deep bone-visible wound by the decapitation sword of the bloodletter demon.

Master Sanzang, who exchanged his life for injury, took this opportunity to use his iron palm to slap the head of the last bloodlever to pieces.

Xu Yichen didn't know what happened to this Green Skin, but he knew that these monsters that crossed the barrier between the void and this world were all summoned by this Green Skin.

Tips from the enemy, is this a trap?

In contemplation, the demon hunter did not stop his own killing. The hunting dogs that rushed out of the blood pool were cut into pieces one by one, going back to wherever they came.

The terror champion seemed to be waiting for the Demon Hunter to make a decision, like a stone statue, without any reaction, and a pair of blood-red eyes emitted fluorescent light behind the helmet.

"Believe me, human!" said the brown green skin weakly. The almost fatal wound made people feel unsurprising that it might die in the next second: "When it is unwilling to shelter my tribe, I will no longer devote my loyalty to it!"

The demon hunter turned his wrist and smashed the head of a chaotic demon that looked similar to a human. He waved it out with his other hand, and a shock wave drove the air, knocking away a Chaos Hunter who had been lurking in the tree for a long time.

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

The terror champion warrior looked at the demon hunter in front of him, the fighting style and will of this mortal reminding him of some of his less pleasant memories and enemies in the subspace.

Manolos' heart was filled with anger and hatred. In that battle that existed in consciousness, a consciousness represented by Manolos was broken open by the mortal in front of him in the dream of the young witch.

This has almost become one of the funniest jokes in the terror-torn champion samurai circle in the past fifty years, and even some insignificant evil spirits have challenged Manolos' position because of this.

But the great Blood God has other arrangements. The Blood God's will is very clear. He wants to have the soul of the mortal in front of him. Although he doesn't know what special thing this mortal has, Manolos doesn't want to anger the will of the Lord of the Skull because of this little thing.

Just like now, when a foolish traitor appears, the will from the Blood God is transmitted to Manolos' mind through the pool of blood under the feet of the brass bull.

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

Manolos could not understand the profound meaning of it, so he followed the will of the great Lord of the Skull and waited.

Grom Hellscream felt the blood in his body, like a leaking clay pot flowing along the wound, but it still looked at Manolos with pleasure.

Believe in terror is its decision. When its own race is on the verge of destruction, every powerful orc is willing to use his life to test a path that can continue the race.

As a man-made race, it was a tragedy from the day it was born.

Their creator is not the gods, but the witch king called Saruman and other witch kings who participated in this plan, and they were made as tools.

Death is their job, and every powerful orc takes his own number and fights at the forefront of the Witch King and the Zerg.

However, it is related to life, and there will always be accidents. Even the great witch king did not expect that this artificial race as cannon fodder would mutate in the tenth year of its birth.

In an abandoned outpost, a team of powerful orcs left in the military station were lucky enough to escape the killing of the Zerg and survived.

When the Witch King Saruman made this race, he added a little "human ingredients" to it, so the finished product actually broke through the gender boundary of green skin as the base material, and a small number of strong orc warriors had obvious feminine characteristics.

For the mages, these cannon fodders don’t matter to male or female. As long as they can withstand the Zerg on the front line, they are good warriors.

And for this team that was forgotten in the corner, a miracle happened. When the mages discovered them again three months later, a strong orc baby born in human form shocked all the witch kings on the New World.

The witch kings once peeked at the power of the gods, but they did not expect that this day would be so fast. They really created a new race that could reproduce on their own.

The witch kings knew the significance of this incident to the gods, so they chose to hide this great achievement and transferred the relevant research on the powerful orcs to the underground.

However, the habitat that the witch kings secretly arranged for the strong orcs was eventually discovered by the gods. The gods could tolerate these witch kings who no longer belonged to mortals to share their power, but they would never allow these wizards to touch the Creator's realm.

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.

The powerful orcs made as biological weapons were given strong bodies by the mages, with less stupid wisdom, and extremely strong obedience.

They are natural combat races and have the advantages of green skin and humans. They give birth to children like humans, but they have a reproductive speed like green skin.

After three months of pregnancy, the first batch of strong orc children entered the maturity stage five years later, and they had physically possessed the qualities needed by a warrior.

However, the witch kings are powerful mages who have joined forces to block the reproduction ability of the Green Skin race. They can create lives, walk with God, and naturally destroy their former creations.

A virus targeting the race of strong orcs began to spread in places where strong orcs gathered. Strong warriors gradually became lazy, the birth rate of newborns continued to decline, and the mortality and deformity rates continued to increase.

But the pressure from the gods was too great, and the process was too fast, fast enough to make the less intelligent strong orc warriors feel that something bad was happening.

Finally, a rebel organization that had been active in the south of the New World for a long time raided a strong orc gathering place in a planned manner. A strong orc tribe with more than 3,000 people was liberated by the rebels.

With the witch kings intentionally or unintentionally letting the water go, this powerful orc tribe finally fled from the New World with the help of the rebels and lived on a small island in the far south colony.

Grom Hellscream is one of them, one of the first powerful orc warriors created by the Witch King Saruman.

As a strong orc at the age of the elders, Grom Hellscream is different from other strong orcs. It was created as a commander. Together with its name, a lot of knowledge was loaded into its brain by the Witch King Saruman.

So, Grom Hellscream understood that its tribe might have escaped from the New World, but the gods in the sky and the evil curse spreading among them were still eroding its tribe.

The continuous death of newborns stimulates the nerves of other powerful orc warriors. Their anger has nowhere to vent, their souls have no place to lie in. There is no force in this world to welcome them, and no god is willing to accept their faith.

Until Grom Hellscream, who headed to the far south, encountered a bunch of terror worshippers who were burning villages and slaughtering villagers. This was its first contact with Chaos, the nightmare of all living beings in this world, and the eternal enemies of the gods.

Grom knew that what it had been pursuing had finally found, but the cautious Grom Hellscream was unwilling to place all the hopes of his tribe in a basket, so it wanted to wait and see for a while.

But in order to show his respect, Grom humbly lowered his head, and let the crazy Chaos worshipers tattoo the holy emblem representing terror on its back with his own blood.

From that day on, Grom Hellscream could hear mysterious sounds surrounding his ears every day, and bloodthirsty desires filled the curse-corrupted heart.

In the endless killing, this strong orc warrior felt that he had once again become the omnipotent warrior who defeated death again and again in the sea of ​​insects.

Grom Hellscream crazyly worships the great blood god, Lord of the Skull, and his repeated killings quickly made it stand out among the mixed Chaos worshippers.

During the ceremony, Grom Hellscream, who had become a little crazy, roared out his heart and dedicated it to the great will in the chaos.

In the dark, Grom Hellscream felt that he was chosen by the great blood god to perform an important task. It crossed the sea, passed through the black forest, and walked straight through the white mist that made it feel terrifying and cold.

However, the great blood god protected it, and the things in the white mist did not hurt it, but just stared at itself from a distance.

Grom Hellscream touched his empty chest and warned himself with his only reason: "When this mission is completed, I will pray to the great Blood God and ask Him to save my tribe!"

However, the messenger of the Blood God responded to it with a series of ridiculous laughs: "Do you think this is a deal? The great Blood God is not interested in your tribe."

Grom Hellscream, who had been confused by power, felt the disdain of the gods he believed in at that moment, and this cruel fact completely awakened it.

The angry powerful orc warrior cut off a bloodletter's head with his axe and washed away the tattoo behind it with his own blood. Grom Hellscream turned back to the warrior who sought a way out for the tribe.

"Your blood can end this disaster!" Grom Hellscream summoned the power from chaos with his own blood. Grom Hellscream had a certain understanding of the blood pool under his feet. It shouted loudly in half-baked human language, trying to motivate this stubborn human.

However, the Demon Hunter turned a deaf ear to the words of Green Skin, and he moved forward step by step, and the distance from the terrifying champion samurai was shorter and shorter.

Xu Yichen attracted the attention of most of the monsters born from the blood pool on the front, and finally solved the bloodletter teammates behind him, which reduced the pressure.

Arrows from the ranger, with the magic power of flames or frost, whizzed past the face of the demon hunter, and shot the hunting dogs that jumped from the pool of blood to the ground.

Again facing the Chaos Ranger, he activated his [Enemy Enemy] skill, the power of the arrow mixed element, and the power doubled.

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

The female warriors were helpless about these little monsters who could be elusive in the blood pool. They finally got rid of the entanglement of several hunting dogs. The huge shackles smashed deep pits on the ground, but under the power of the blood pool, they quickly returned to their original state.

"Damn it!" A hunting dog was hanging on the female warrior's legs. She grabbed the lower body of the hound with one irritable hand and pulled it hard. Under the huge force, the monster's body was completely torn apart.

Compared to the body, some huge heads were still firmly left on the thighs of the samurai with their biting muscles. Vitoria threw out half of the body in her hand and ran straight to Manolos who had been watching the show: "Waaagh! I'm fed up!"

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