Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Qi Wubai and Cthulhu fell into the original space together, which undoubtedly gave the tense Blue Star some time to breathe. Although the old relatives are still landing in a steady stream, at least the military and the demon players can cope with it a little bit. And they also have the spare capacity to rescue those contaminated players.

It's not a very complicated thing.

The Defiler players in Cairn are driven by two factors.

That is, Blue Star's shallow pollution plus Kane's induced pollution.

This requires pulling these players out of the weird game warehouse that has become similar to an incubator, so that the polluter players on two continents can be eliminated at the same time. Although the rescued players are still contaminated, they do not have the attacks of highly polluted players. Sex has not yet been transformed into the retinue of the old days.

As long as there is centralized control, there won't be any big problems for the time being, but one thing is foreseeable. If the Old Ones are not expelled, or if Blue Star fails in the end, these players will still degenerate into the Old Ones.

Meanwhile, Kane.

Desert of Death——

This is a wild land, with only a piece of yellow sand within tens of thousands of miles. During the day, the sand here can be baked under the scorching sun, but once it comes to night, the icy cold wind is more biting than in the north. This place is called It is the desert of death, an existence that is as famous as the desert of the undead. As long as the creatures that enter cannot find the direction and the oasis, the final result will be death. Only the orcs can survive in this difficult environment and establish the orc royal court.

It was early in the morning, the stars were dimming, and dawn was approaching in the sky, but it was shrouded in clouds, like grass pressed in the cracks of stones, struggling, but no light could shine through.

On the vast yellow sand, two dark torrents are converging in one place. The shouts of killing, the collision of ice armor, the screams before life is shattered, along with the splashing blood, flying body parts, intertwined into a... A symphony of despair.

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

The orc warlord, Grothol Deathroar, was standing on a higher sand dune, surrounded by countless orc soldiers who were charging towards the front line of the battle with messy steps.

The strong wind blew Grossol's pale mane wildly dancing behind his head, and his eyes that seemed to be hiding 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 among the lion-orcs. His strong muscles, nearly five meters tall and pale hair show his noble bloodline, but these bloodlines are meaningless in front of the followers of the evil god, as long as Looking directly at the evil god's body and hearing the evil god's murmurs, it is only a matter of time before he falls.

Now the situation in the Orc Royal Court is urgent.

The Old Ones attacked from many directions.

But the orcs' defensive power was extremely lacking.

The main reason for this is that the Beast King went south to attack Kalunkaya, but in the end nothing was gained, and the main force of the Orcs was lost. Now the only ones guarding the Orc Royal Court are the Burning Eyes Legion, the Boiling Blood Legion and the Pain. Fang Legion.

The three major orc legions were stationed at the three passes of the Orc Royal Court.

Among them, the Torment Fang Legion led by the Orc King is stationed in the Sighing Highlands, where the largest number of Old Ones attack, while Grothol is responsible for the area of ​​Despair Dunes. Behind him is the Dragonspine Grand Canyon, and through the Grand Canyon is the Orcs Royal Court.

It can be said that the Dragon's Back Grand Canyon is already the last line of defense for the Boiling Blood Legion.

As a last resort, Grossol did not want to retreat into the Dragon's Back Canyon with his legions.

Because that would mean the final battle.

And, all orcs must fight for this!

But things never go the way anyone expects.

Orcs are undoubtedly brave and good at fighting.

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

Even when facing demons, they still have the courage to raise weapons and fight, but now they are facing a combination of demons and undead - unkillable demons and relatives of the past.

In this desolate desert.

Digging worms spread their claws wildly.

The yellow sand landscape is simply a paradise for them, and the chaotic atmosphere permeates the desert, stimulating their ferocity.

Under the leadership of Sigfussin Moss, this group of insects moves forward, devouring and gnawing. Everything with life characteristics will be destroyed and eaten away. Their restless howls break through the strong wind and sweep through the dark clouds in the sky. .

Sigfuson Moss - the ancestor of all worms and the favorite kin of Gatanothoa.

When it emerged from the yellow sand, showing a huge ring-shaped body and mouthparts filled with tentacles and suckers, the scream of the psychic storm spread out, and all the worms thousands of miles around were transformed into madness and affected. The orcs fell into madness and even started killing each other.

"Chief, our defense line collapsed."

In a daze, Grossol heard such a report. The voice came from his personal guard, a brave greenskin, but at this moment his voice was trembling, and he was afraid.

"I can see it, soldier!"

In Grosso's view.

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 Opening its big mouth, it caught the fallen orc and swallowed it into its mouth like a hound catching food.

The battle lines have moved towards him.

Grossol can't remember exactly how many.

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

"Order everyone to retreat!

There's no way we can restrain these damn things on the sand! "

Grotsol roared.

He saw an orc being pushed up, and a group of worms swarmed around him. They held the orc's limbs in their mouths, rolled the fat body with force, and tore the orc into pieces while screaming.

He saw a strong lion orc swinging an ax and chopping on the head of a worm, howling and roaring, as if he had a blood feud.

He knew this orc, a brave young man named Sileda, and he even drank with the young man's father!

That old orc always likes to tell dirty jokes.

Where is the old orc now?

His eyes were deflected - oh, the old orc was being rolled up by a group of worms, with only his head and one hand raised high showing, holding his favorite battle ax. His empty eyes were staring in the direction of his son, and his mouth was overflowing. When the blood came, his body might have been eaten away.

No wonder that kid is so crazy.

But even so, he couldn't save his father. Acid erupted from the worm's brain and hit him in the face. He covered his eyes in pain and called for his father. He swung the ax in his hand in vain, but was killed by the cunning worm. Broken leg.

He saw Neoli, 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 that his mother He was wielding a not-so-sharp sword and holding up a shield to fight for his chance of survival.

The sword was broken. It had endured too much and was corroded by the acid.

The shield was broken. In fact, it had already been shattered, just because the handle was still in the female orc's hand. The next thing that was broken was the female orc's body.

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

The strong wind filled Grossol's mouth and nose with a stronger smell of blood, and everything in his field of vision became blurred until the bodyguard handed him the animal bone horn.

Grossall blew the horn with all his strength.

The sound of whimpering was like the wailing of the earth.

"retreat--!!"

he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"All orcs retreat to Dragonspine Canyon!"

Then, he pulled out the heavy sword behind him and pushed away the bodyguard who was holding his arm.

He swam upstream against the strong wind.

His eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.

"bass--"

Several rays of cold light swept across.

The wild sword light cut through the atmosphere and intertwined into a blazing crescent moon in the void.

A large worm that was entangled with the orc army was cut in half.

All the orcs saw a fiery figure leaping high into the black tide of the Old Ones, killing the "king" at the center of the wave of worms - Sigfuson Moss.