Qi Wubai and Cthulhu fell into the original space together, which undoubtedly gave the tense Blue Star some breathing time. Although the old family members are still landing continuously, at least the military and demonized players can handle it a little bit. And they also have spare power to rescue those polluted players.

It's not a very complicated thing.

The polluter players in Cairn are driven by two factors.

That is, the shallow pollution of Blue Star plus the induced pollution of Kane.

This requires pulling these players out of the strange game warehouse that has become a similar hatching warehouse, and can solve the polluter players on two continents at the same time. Although the rescued players are still polluted, they do not have the attack of highly polluters Sex, too, has not yet been transformed into the kinship of the old days.

As long as the control is centralized, there will be no major problems for the time being, but one thing is foreseeable. If the old days have not been expelled, or if Blue Star fails in the end, these players will still degenerate into the old days.

Meanwhile, Kane.

DEATH OF DEATH—

This is a barren land, with only a piece of yellow sand in a radius of tens of thousands of miles. During the day, the sand here can roast meat under the scorching sun, but at night, the icy cold wind is more icy than the Northland. It is called the Desert of Death, an existence as famous as the desert of the dead. As long as the creatures entering the oasis can’t find their way and the oasis, the final result is death. Only orcs can survive in this difficult environment and establish a royal court of orcs.

It was early morning at this moment, the stars were faint, and the sky was approaching dawn, but it was shrouded in dark clouds, like grass being pressed in the crevices of stones, struggling, but not a ray of light could come out.

On the vast yellow sand, two dark torrents are converging in one place, the sound of killing, the sound of ice armor colliding, the screams before life is broken, accompanied by splattered blood, flying body parts, intertwined into a A symphony of despair.

"Hold it! Behind you is the royal court!"

The orc warlord, Grosol Deathscream, was standing on a relatively high sand dune, surrounded by countless orc soldiers who were rushing towards the front line of the battle with messy steps.

The gust of wind blew Grosor's pale mane wildly dancing behind his head, and those eyes that seemed to hide molten flames stared solemnly at the bloody darkness in the distance, which was a battlefield like a meat grinder.

He is a lion orc with pure blood, and he is a royal family among the lion orc. His strong muscles, nearly five meters tall and pale hair show his noble bloodline, but these bloodlines are meaningless in front of the evil god's family, as long as Looking directly at the body of the evil god and hearing the ravings of the evil god, it is only a matter of time before he falls.

Now the situation is urgent for the Orc Court.

The Old Ones attack from multiple directions.

But the orc's defensive strength is extremely scarce.

The main reason for this is that the Beastmaster went south to attack Karenkaya, but in the end he didn't get anything, and even lost the main force of the orcs. Now only the Burning Eyes Legion, the Boiling Blood Legion and the Pain are left to guard the Beast King's court. Tusk Legion.

The three major orc legions are stationed at the three passes of the orc king's court.

Among them, the Painful Fang Legion led by the Beast King is stationed at the Highlands of Sighs, where the number of the old days is the largest, and Grosol is in charge of the area of ​​​​Desperate Sand Dunes. Behind him is the Dragon's Back Canyon, and through the Grand Canyon is the Orcs royal court.

It can be said that the Longji Grand Canyon is already the last line of defense of the Boiling Blood Legion.

Unless it was a last resort, Grosol didn't want to retreat into the Dragon's Back Canyon with his legion.

Because that would mean the final battle.

And, all orcs must work hard for this!

But things never go the way anyone expects.

Orcs are undoubtedly brave and good at fighting.

They are famous throughout the Kane continent for their invincible belief and strong physique.

Even in the face of demons, they have the courage to raise their weapons and fight, but now they are facing a combination of demons and undead - unkillable demons, old relatives.

In this desolate desert.

The burrowing worms spread their claws wantonly.

The yellow sand landform is simply a paradise for them, and the atmosphere of chaos and disorder pervades the desert, arousing their ferocity.

Under the leadership of Sigverson Moss, this group of bugs is going forward, devouring, gnawing, and everything that has the characteristics of life will be destroyed and eaten away, and the restless howl breaks through the wind and sweeps the dark clouds in the sky .

Siegverson Moss - the ancestor of all worms, Gatanothoa's favorite entourage.

When it emerged from the yellow sand, showing a huge ring-shaped body and mouthparts filled with tentacles and suckers, the screams of the psychic storm spread out, and all the worms with a radius of thousands of miles were berserk and affected The orcs fell into madness and even began to kill each other.

"Boss, our defenses have collapsed."

In a trance, Grosor heard such a report, the voice came from his personal guard, a brave green skin, but at the moment his voice was trembling, he was afraid.

"I can see, soldier!"

In Grossol's vision.

On the front line of the battlefield, the screams of the orcs suddenly became louder, like boiling water in a pot on the fire, more and fatter digging worms lifted the orcs' bodies high, and then they would Open its mouth wide, catch the falling orcs and swallow them like a hound catching food.

The battle line has moved towards him.

Grossol can't remember exactly how much.

But he remembered that a minute ago, at least he couldn't see the sharp fangs of the worm clearly, and he couldn't smell such a strong smell of blood.

"Order everyone to retreat!

There's no way we can restrain these ghosts in the sand! "

Grossol growled.

He saw an orc being jacked up, surrounded by a group of worms swarming up. They grabbed the orc's limbs, rolled the fat body vigorously, and tore the orc to pieces amidst screams.

He saw a strong lion orc wielding an axe and hacking at the head of a worm, howling and screaming, as if he had a blood feud.

He knew the orc, a gallant lad called Sileida, and he drank with the lad's father!

That old orc always likes to tell some nasty jokes.

Where is the old orc now?

His eyes turned away—oh, that old orc was being rolled up by a group of worms, only his head and a raised hand were exposed, holding his favorite battle ax in his hand, his empty eyes stared in the direction of his son, and his mouth overflowed With blood coming, his body may have been eaten away.

No wonder that kid is so crazy.

But even so, he couldn't save his father. Acid spewed out of the worm's brain, smacking his face. He covered his eyes in pain and called out to his father. He swung the ax in his hand in vain, but was caught by the cunning worm. Broken leg.

He saw Nioli, a great mother.

She has five children, four of whom have dedicated their souls to the totem, and the remaining one is still a milk baby. At this time, the little baby may still be sleeping in the tent, he may not know, his mother Wielding a not-so-sharp sword and holding a shield to fight for his life.

The sword is broken, it has endured too much, it has been corroded badly by acid.

The shield was broken. In fact, it was already in pieces, just because the handle was still held in the hands of the female orc, and what was broken next was the body of the female orc.

At the last moment of her life, she roared and threw the broken sword out into the mouth of a worm. The worm howled and hissed, but the female orc laughed unscrupulously, as if this could overwhelm the pain of the broken body and the longing for the child .

The gust of wind poured into Grosor's mouth and nose with a stronger smell of blood, and everything in his vision became blurred until the personal guard handed him the animal bone horn.

Grossor blew the horn with all his might.

The whimpering sound was like the whine of the earth.

"retreat--!!"

He shouted at the top of his voice.

"All orcs retreat to Dragon's Back Canyon!"

Then, he pulled out the epee behind him, and pushed away the guard who was holding his arm.

He sailed against the current, against the wind.

His eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"bass--"

Several cold lights swept across.

The savage sword light pierced through the atmosphere and interweaved into a fiery crescent moon in the void.

A large piece of worms entangled with the orc army was cut off in the middle.

All the orcs saw a fiery figure jumping high, rushing into the black tide of the old relatives, and killing the "king" at the center of the worm wave - Sigverson Moss.

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