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

ah--

The totem is calling.

The soul is burning.

Grossol has only one goal, and that is to kill the "King". Perhaps killing the "King" will end everything. Even if it doesn't work, it can also buy the orcs behind him some breathing time. With the complex features of the Dragon's Back Grand Canyon, They might not be able to hold on to the terrain.

"leader!!"

The roars of the orcs came from behind.

But Grossol was undistracted, because from the moment his soul boiled, he had no way out. He had dedicated everything to the totem - just like the orcs who died in battle, they were like torches at the last moment of their lives. Generally burning.

The epee was Grossol's favorite weapon.

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

"kill--!!"

The lion roars like thunder.

The blazing sword easily tore the worm's flexible body, and even its hard fangs were chopped into pieces. The smelly blood mixed with food residue and internal organs spurted out and poured onto Grossol's body, but it was immediately cut into pieces. The totem's fire burns to ashes.

One step at a time.

The sword shines like fire.

"Thousands of years ago, the Human Emperor drove our orcs into the desolate Desert of Death in an attempt to use this barren land to exterminate the orcs! But we still survived tenaciously!"

Grossol's roar echoed across the desert sky.

Echoing in Dragon's Back Canyon.

A drumbeat of excitement in the hearts of all orcs.

"We have chewed grass roots, eaten poisonous insects, and drank the smelly water of the swamp!"

The heavy sword was slashed out, and the rushing worm was split into two by the heavy sword blade. The bright sword light spread backwards and left deep sword marks.

"Some orcs died in the baking sun, some in raging sandstorms, and some in monster attacks, but not a single orc died on the way to escape. We moved forward unyieldingly, we are like rocks With perseverance, we will finally gain a foothold on this land!”

In the fire of the totem, the orc warlord charging forward was like a heavy chariot, smashing the worm army into pieces. The violent force danced the heavy sword into an airtight blade storm, and everything he passed seemed to be stuffed into a garrote. The meat machine left only the broken bodies of the old family members, and the sound of steel breaking through the air even drowned out the wails and roars of millions of worms.

Onward, forward!

No turning back!

charge!

There is no way out!

There was only blood, ashes and an increasingly high-pitched roar in the strong wind.

"No one can kill us!"

"No one can fight us off!"

"No one can enslave us!"

Grothol, armed with armor and sword, was like a whirlwind, already reaching Sigfussen Moss. His flaming body was like a flickering candle in the dark waves, like a ray in the stormy waves. Ye Bianzhou, but stubbornly kept moving forward.

His roar had gradually become muffled.

Only the tearing sword light roared wantonly.

Standing on the fortress of Dragonspine Canyon, all the surviving orcs successfully evacuated to this last line of defense.

The breathing time was bought for them by the Overseer.

But there was nothing they could do at the moment.

I could only watch the flame flickering in and out of the overwhelming darkness.

"Da da da!"

An orc tapped 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 my ancestors.

Scatter my ashes on the hills of Paros—"

Da da da--

More and more orcs were tapping their shields and humming. The songs blended together and 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 desert,

See the river Terna flowing,

Oh, and the girl with pigtails,

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

Oh, but I am not willing to accept it!

I haven't seen the enemy's blood flowing in the river yet!

I haven’t seen their ashes scattered all over the hills!

That loud roar was the cry of his comrades.

That melodious horn is the final chapter of the attack.

Ancestor! Please take my soul to see——

See the sitting wolf galloping and tearing apart the dusk.

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

Look at the sharp sword, piercing the skin!

Bless you, my comrade!

The swords are clashing, and you are unstoppable to all men!

Amidst all the suffering, you hold hope!

May the souls of your ancestors protect you,

May the spirit of the earth accompany you,

May the boiling blood forge you!

At dawn, dawn is recast!

Boiling blood and burning soul, the orcs are eternal!

For the tribe——! ! ! "

All the orcs roared in unison.

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

"For the tribe!!"

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

He didn't have to defend, he just had to charge forward.

Let the wanton blood soak into the armor.

Let red cracks appear on the body.

"drink!!"

A roar.

The soul of the ancestor emerged behind Grotsol—it was a huge golden lion-man.

He holds a giant sword, his eyes emit golden flames, and his movements merge into one with Grotsol.

A sword slashed out, facing the "king" of the worm.

boom--

A thunderous roar shook the ground.

The terrifying heat formed twisted air waves.

Grossol's skin, flesh and bones cracked inch by inch under this unbearable force.

His heart was like a drum, making a dull and powerful sound. Every time it beat, the momentum on his body became stronger. His blood and soul had been burned out, and every time he pumped out, it was stronger power. The remaining will supported him to strike this sword, which was also the last sword of his life.

"for……"

The huge flaming sword struck the "King" before the explosive sound that broke through the air. Grossol gritted his teeth, the flames burned through his eyes, and veins covered his forehead.

he growled.

He bit out the last two words - "Tribe!"

The sword is broken!

The blade shattered!

Also shattered at the same time was the head of Sigfussen Moss. Before he could let out a wailing cry, the most proud member of Gatanothoa's command was like a watermelon hit by a cannonball, and his whole head exploded into pieces. The white and yellow fluid rained down a foul smell in the sky, and Grotsol's figure also turned into ashes in the rain.

On the Dragon's Back Fortress.

All the orcs lost their voices.

Until a young orc cried.

"The warlord has returned to the embrace of his ancestors!"

Only then did the other orc soldiers react.

The soul of the Boiling Blood Legion, Grothol Deathscream, 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 fortress in pain, kowtowed to the place where Grossol died, and prayed to their ancestors, hoping that the leader's soul would be treated well there.

But at this moment.

The entire Dragon's Back 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, filled with sharp teeth, and a dull roar could even be heard coming from the earth.

This is the incarnation of Gatanothoa.

Even if it is just an incarnation, it is definitely not something that today's Boiling Blood Legion can resist. Even the Orc Royal Court cannot defeat it.

Seeing the twisted and expanding pit that had swallowed up half of the canyon, despair spread in the hearts of the orcs.

Until a flash of golden lightning fell from the sky.

"Crack——!"

It was a soaring thunderbird.

She flew in from the end of the skyline, and everything she passed turned into a sea of ​​thunder, carrying golden thunder. With a momentum that destroyed the world, she slammed into the incarnation of Gatan Nothoa.

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