Orc Tyrant

Bal Zijin met the largest and most ferocious one. Here he is the only one who has the glory to kill this deer. The deer head monster, which is nearly four meters high, is hung with a gray torn robe, symbolizing the chief priest's scepter. On its chest, it spit out rancid foul gas in the roar, and the sharp claws of its forelimbs were the only existence on the scene that could tear the body of the fangs. Before it found the Ouke warlord was looking at it, it had torn nearly to pieces Ten boys.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Bal Zhijin used the battle cry as a signal to initiate the challenge, and the opponent immediately responded with a neigh.

The two highest-level commanders approached each other, and the surrounding Jiaya Las scattered to make way for their leader, and the entire ground trembled under the footsteps of heavy metal combat boots.

Cato, who was transformed into a deer head messenger, took the lead, swiping his claws across Balzyjin’s chest, shredding a part of the metal on the armor, and then when the opponent counterattacked his head with his warhammer , Cato immediately dodged backwards.

But a kick hit Cato’s knee, forcing him to fall to the left, and Bal Zijin took advantage of the elbow to attack the opponent’s left shoulder, crushing a whole piece of bone with a heavy blow, but a moment later the opponent again Back hit him in the abdomen with a knee blow.

The two masters separated from each other and glared at each other firmly. Around them, except for the occasional sporadic gunshots or hits, the other Oukes stopped fighting, and countless scarlet eyes turned to these two opponents, looking forward to the fight again. At the beginning, as for the other deer head envoys, they were already driven back to the inside of the church, or they were completely pushed back by the moving steel wall.

"I am Baer! I am bigger! I am stronger!"

Bar Zhijin roared and swung his warhammer to make another impact, but the opponent avoided the blow that was enough to break the steel with a flexible dodge, and then rushed to his right.

Cato screamed and rushed forward, Bar Zijin barely straightened up, and used the iron wrist of his right arm to clamp the opponent's neck, but he didn't expect the opponent to have an Ouke grenade in his hand.

boom!

The combination of the explosion and Cato's impulse caused Bal Zhijin and his opponent to fall from the same place. They rolled in the air and locked tightly together.

After landing, Cato tried to bite Bal Zijin's neck through the broken part of the helmet, and the carrion-like stench hit Bal Zijin's face. He immediately broke the opponent's large canine teeth with a fist counterattack.

The two of them wrestled while spinning. They fell from a five- to six-meter-high staircase to the open-air plaza below, breaking the solid stone pillar. Although the Ouke warlord withstood most of the impact, Cato was crushed by the opponent's chest. His head hit the hard ground, bloody.

Cato quickly got up and straightened up, and Bal Zijin picked up his weapon again. The opponent mumbled words he couldn't understand, and jumped up again, slamming his claws with a deadly cold light. Xiang Baer's face, but he did not choose to dodge backwards, but forcefully rounded the arm holding the warhammer.

"come!!!!!"

At the moment when Cato's claws were about to pierce Bal Zijin's eyes, the huge force carried him up from mid-air. His body was completely torn from the waist, and blood mixed with organs was splashed around.

The horrible impact drove Cato’s lower body into the fire, while his upper body was hung on a burning dead tree nearby, and his filthy intestines dragged to the ground, just like the filthy one on the edge of a well. Hemp rope, Cato struggled to lift the head of the deer for the last time, but what he saw was the collapsing church and the background of Oak's fading away.

"Wendigo is on..."

With the last breath, his body quickly decayed, and soon there was only a pile of fur and bones left.

After the Ouke’s total offensive was launched for several hours, and the light of the wildfires had reddened the entire night sky, more Wendigans were surprised to find that they had been attacked, and it was an unprecedented large-scale offensive.

The towns in the lower position quickly mobilized. What cannot be avoided is more serious chaos. Some people want to resist to the end, some want to retreat, and some people are even taking advantage of the fire to rob and create more. The chaos, the guards were so busy, and the priests were at a loss. They didn't know why things had developed to this point.

Just a day ago, everyone's news was still safe, and Oak couldn't break through the fog. Why did he suddenly become like this?

Many skeptical eyes were cast on the de facto heart of Wendigo Church-Chant Town.

But at this time, it was as silent as a well, and the streets were quiet and empty. Even the street lights and the windows of residents were black, as if everyone had disappeared in the entire town overnight.

The chief priest Hannibal, who was supposed to stand up and give orders, was nowhere to be seen. The priests couldn’t find him, let alone communicate with him. However, another group of people traced his traces. They were right. Towards the Holy Land Braun Peak of Wendigo Church.

"I know what he wants to do."

Parker walked at the forefront of the team, beside him were a large number of blood worshippers in red robes, who were marching at the foot of Bailing Peak.

Maybe other people don’t know where Hannibal went, but all this is not hidden from Parker’s eyes. He knew that Hannibal had taken the box of fear out and brought it to this place, and he was going to take that thing as his Join the dedication of blood worship.

Wendigo?

Who cares about a weak god, he will only worship the truly powerful.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, a figure flashed past the bushes not far in front, and Parker immediately became alert. He drew out his rune sword and led a crowd of cultists to chase it quickly.

After chasing the ghostly figure to a cave on the mountainside, the other party suddenly stopped, as useless as a puppet losing its traction.

Parker approached slowly, shining the light of the lamp on the man's body. He noticed that his prey was facing the cave, and he could see the robe style it was wearing more clearly. It was the priest of Hannibal. .

"Stop!"

He sternly ordered the figure, and then quickly glanced behind him to make sure that the blood worshipers were still covering him.

Judging from the back, he judged that the figure was a male, a messy poor bug, that tousled hair like weeds, and a stench suggesting how long he has not taken a bath, but that kind of No rancidity also made Parker alert.

"This seems to be a rabbi..."

One of Parker's confidants seemed to recognize this person, but he was suddenly taken aback.

Parker noticed his abnormality, turned his head and asked:

"and then?"

"But... I remember him."

The man shook his head, seeming to want to prove that he was awake.

"talk!"

"He... he has been dead for half a year, and his brother..."

Parker felt a chill run into his bones.