The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

what--

The totem is calling.

The soul is burning.

Grosol has only one goal, and that is to kill the "King". Maybe killing the "King" will end everything. The terrain, they might not be able to hold on.

"leader!!"

The roar of the orcs came from behind.

But Grossor has no other thoughts, because from the moment his soul boils, he has no way out, and he has dedicated everything to the totem—just like those orcs who died in battle, at the last moment of their lives, they are like torches. Generally flaming.

The epee is Grothor's favorite weapon.

Because it can cut the enemy, or shoot the enemy into pieces, exerting all his strength, and venting the tyranny in his heart!

"kill--!!"

The lion roared like thunder.

The fiery blade easily tore through the worm's flexible body, and even its hard fangs were chopped into pieces. The stinky blood mixed with food residues and internal organs splashed out on Grosor's body, but was immediately crushed by the worm. The fire of the totem burns to ashes.

One step at a time.

The sword light is like fire.

"Thousands of years ago, the Human Emperor drove our orcs to the desolate desert of death, trying to use this barren land to wipe out the orcs! But we still survived tenaciously!"

Grothor's roar resounded over the desert.

Echoes in the Dragon's Back Canyon.

A cheering drum beats in the hearts of all orcs.

"We gnawed grass roots, ate poisonous insects, and drank stinky swamp water!"

The epee slashed out, and the worm was cut into two by the heavy blade, and the bright sword light spread backwards, leaving deep sword marks.

"Some orcs died in the scorching sun, some orcs died in the turbulent sandstorm, and some orcs died in the attack of monsters, but none of the orcs died on the way to escape. We move forward unyieldingly, we are like rocks Perseverance, we will finally gain a foothold in this land!"

In the fire of the totem, the orc warlord charging forward was like a heavy chariot, smashing the worm army to pieces, and the violent force danced the epee into an impenetrable blade storm, as if being stuffed into a chokehold. The meat machine, leaving only the fragmented bodies of the old family members, the sound of steel breaking through the air even overwhelmed the wailing and roaring of thousands of worms.

Forward, forward!

No hesitation!

charge!

There is no way out!

There was only blood, ashes and a growing roar in the wind.

"No one can kill us!"

"No one can beat us!"

"Nobody can enslave us!"

Grossor was strong and sharp, like a whirlwind, and he had already reached Sigverson Moss. His flaming body was like a flickering candle in the dark waves, like a ray in the stormy sea. Ye Bianzhou, but stubbornly kept moving forward.

His roar has gradually become indistinct.

Only the torn sword light roared wantonly.

Standing on the fortress of Dragon's Back Canyon, all the surviving orcs successfully evacuated to this last line of defense.

The breathing time was bought by the Overseer for them.

But at the moment they can't do anything.

I can only watch the flame flickering in the overwhelming darkness.

"Da da da!"

An orc tapped on his shield with red eyes.

Choking with sobs, he hummed the battle song of the Boiling Blood Clan.

"Azuka (Father)—

When I die, please don't be sad.

Throw me into the totem of the ancestors.

Scatter my ashes on the hills of the high Paros—"

Da da da--

More and more orcs knocked on the shields and hummed, and the singing became louder and louder, as if they were going to blow away the entire sky!

"... so that I can see the morning wind blowing across the Gobi,

To see the Terna flowing,

Oh, and the girl with the pigtails,

Send her a bouquet of flowers for me, and tell her that I died on the battlefield.

Oh, but I am not reconciled!

I have not seen the blood of the enemy run in the river!

Haven't seen their ashes scattered all over the hills!

That loud roar is the cry of comrades-in-arms.

The melodious horn is the final chapter of the attack.

Ancestors!Please take my soul to see--

Watching the wolves galloping, tearing up the dusk.

Watching the armor collide, the beast's blood boils.

Look at the sharp sword, piercing the skin!

Bless you, my comrade in arms!

The swords are intertwined, you are hard to beat!

Suffering intertwined, you hold hope!

May the spirits of the ancestors protect you,

May the spirit of the earth be with you,

May the boiling blood forge you!

When dawn breaks, dawn recasts!

Boiling blood and burning soul, orcs are eternal!

For the Horde——! ! ! "

All the orcs roared in unison.

And the orc warlord in the endless black tide also roared into the sky at the same time.

"For the Horde!!"

Crimson blood burst out from all over the body, and was ignited by the totem fire and turned into a steaming mist.

He doesn't need to defend, just rush forward.

Let wanton blood soak the armor.

Let the body appear red cracks.

"drink!!"

A roar.

The spirit of the ancestor emerged behind Grosor—it was a huge golden lion.

He holds a huge sword, and his eyes emit golden flames, and his movements become one with Grosor.

Slashed out with a sword, facing the "king" of the worm.

boom--

A thunderous bang shook the earth.

The terrifying heat formed twisted air waves.

Grossol's flesh and bones cracked under the unbearable force.

His heart is like a beating drum, making a dull and powerful bang. Every time it beats, the aura of his body becomes stronger. His blood and soul have been completely burned, and every time he pumps out, he gets stronger power. The remaining will supported him to slash this sword, which was also the last sword of his life.

"for……"

The huge flaming blade slashed on the "King" before the explosion sounded through the air. Grossor gritted his teeth, the flames burned through his eyes, and veins covered his forehead.

He growled.

Bite out the last two words - "Tribe!"

The sword is broken!

The blade shattered!

At the same time, the head of Sigverson Moss also shattered. Before he could utter a wail, the most proud member of Gatanotoya's subordinate was like a watermelon hit by a shell, and his whole head was blown into pieces. A foul-smelling rain of white and yellow fluid rained down in the sky, and Grosor's figure was turned into ashes in the rain.

On the Dragon's Back Fortress.

All orcs lost their voices.

Until a young orc cried out.

"The Warlord has returned to the arms of his ancestors!"

Only then did the other orc soldiers react.

Grothor Deathscream, the soul of the Boiling Legion, is dead.

In order to defend the Dragon's Back Canyon.

In order to give the Boiling Blood Legion a chance to retreat and breathe.

They knelt on the fort in pain, bowed to the place where Grothor died, and prayed to their ancestors, hoping that the leader's soul would be treated well there.

Yet at this moment.

The entire Longji Canyon suddenly shook.

All the orcs looked towards the back of the fortress, and saw an abyss gradually expanding in the fortress. It was a large pit with a diameter of nearly a kilometer, which was covered with sharp teeth, and a dull roar could even be heard from the ground.

This is the incarnation of Gatanothoa.

Even if it's just an incarnation, it's definitely not something that today's Boiling Blood Legion can resist. Even the Beast King's Court is unable to fight against it.

Looking at the distorted and enlarged crater that has swallowed half of the canyon, despair spread in the hearts of all the orcs.

Until a golden flash of lightning fell from the sky.

"Crack-!"

It was a thunderbird soaring.

She flew from the end of the skyline, and the place she passed turned into a sea of ​​thunder, wrapped in golden thunder, with a destructive momentum, and slammed into Gatano Tuoya's incarnation.

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