If it comes to barbarism and cruelty, it is difficult to find a comparable chewy clan in the entire orc tribe, but their chief, Harkan Skull Sclercerer, has cunning and ambitions that are completely inconsistent with the appearance. It is precisely because of this that the Bone Chewy clan, which was demonized by the blood of Manolos, was able to condense into a pure and efficient killing machine. However, their leader does not seem so normal now.

After entering the north side of the Ultralank Mountains, the Halkan Skull-Splitting Skull felt that the temperature in the body seemed to be rising. The heat gradually made their desire for blood and killing become stronger. They squeezed the warhammer in their hands and exchanged them from their left hand to their right hand, and the light in their eyes became more and more ferocious...

"Kill...kill, smash the head, kill... tear it apart..."

After hearing Harkan's murmur, the direct relatives around him also showed a cruel and strange smile: "Hahaha, these cowardly miscellaneous people dare to fight against our chewing clan. I want to penetrate the iron sheet and put their arms down, take out their hearts, and chop them up..."

Unlike the ordinary orc clans, the chewing bone clan has no resistance to bloodthirst and hunger in their bodies. They believe that this is the source of endless power, and killing is the way to guide this power. Now they also classify the strangeness in their bodies into their desire for the coming kill. However, they did not realize that what caused this heat was not the demon blood flowing in their bodies, but the almost undetectable strange fluctuations in the air.

When the defenders of the Ultralank Alliance appeared in their eyes, the bloodthirsty madmen roared and charged forward with their fierce beastly nature, allowing arrows to pierce through the skin and limbs, constantly waving the heavy hammer and battle axe in their hands.

Although the guards' protective armor was very exquisite, the strength between ordinary human soldiers and these demonized orcs was too different. When the painted black hammer was smashed with a shrill roar, the human soldiers either broke their hands or their chest cavity collapsed. Some soldiers who were hit on the helmet and even their skulls were smashed on the spot. Blood mixed with brains flowed out of the dented armor.

In previous wars, although Harkan Skull Sclefter also enjoyed the warm bloody rain brought by killing, he himself did not easily enter the battle. He was more responsible for taking the responsibility of commander, finding the most critical part of the opponent's troops and defeating it. But now, in the breath of killing mixed with laughter, roaring and whispering, he actually led his surrounding relatives to join the battle situation at the first time.

The orcs of the Jigu Clan were originally extremely tall and strong, and their chief was two heads taller than their tribe. Although the huge shield held by the heavy infantry could not stop the bone-breaking hammer emitting a little scarlet light in his hand, which directly caused the alliance defenders torn apart, but at the same time, the chief was completely exposed to the eyes of the alliance commander.

Compared with ordinary soldiers, the soldiers stationed on the front line and the border guards were undoubtedly more brave and fierce. At this moment, although the commanders of the Alliance Army on the North Mountains could not be compared with Uther or Turayan and others, they were not much inferior to ordinary Paladins in terms of combat power. Unfortunately, their enemy was the chief of the most barbaric bloodthirsty tribe of the entire tribe, and the Harkan Skull Sclefter.

As the leader of the Bone Chewing Clan, Halkan Skull Sclerer is not under the Orgrim Hammer of Destruction, whether strong or agile. More importantly, he is not a reckless man who only knows how to use instincts and brute force. His cunning and witty often allows him to see through his opponent's next moves and give him a fatal blow through his extremely keen killing instinct.

As the killing continued, the desire for blood in his heart made the chief breath heavier and heavier, and the power contained in the bone-breaking hammer in his hand became greater and greater. The demonic energy flowing in the blood made the bloodthirsty in his heart continue to rise, and the heat and hunger gradually turned into a warm feeling of pleasure. This feeling made his heart beat faster, as if his whole body was full of strength.

Harkan took a slightly step back and avoided a broad sword that emitted holy light. The hammer in his hand smashed the bones with terrifying force and hit the figure in front of him in white armor from the side.

After the sword fell, the man immediately raised the shield held in his left hand, and a nearly irresistible force also attacked at the same time. After the warhammer hit the shield heavily, the impact force instantly caused his entire left hand to be filled with sourness and pain. If it were not for the forced support of the steel-like will, just this move would be enough to make the shield lose its hand.

But this was just the beginning. With the deafening howls of terrifying howls spit out from the skull-breaker's mouth, the hammers and bones smashed down like raindrops. Even the warriors who had been through the battlefield felt fear and trembling from the bottom of their hearts under this violent posture and strength.

In a moment of loss of mind, Harkan suddenly let go of his left hand that tightly clamped the hammer and held it on his arm like an iron plier. The pulling force back made the shield warrior lose balance in an instant. After rushing forward two steps, he was knocked to the ground by a broken bone hammer.

What it means to fall to the ground during the battle is naturally self-evident. Although the surrounding shields and swordsmen have almost surrounded the Kalkan Skull-Breaker, with Kalkan as the center, a sudden burst of shock ripples made them unable to get close to them at all. When the dent shield was completely smashed away, milky white brain mixed with blood slowly flowed down from the cracked helmet...

Although Harkan did not know the detailed identity of this person, the knightly armor and the exquisite patterns could prove the person's status. After another hammer, his helmet and skull were completely smashed, killing the human commander almost reached a full point, and the endless power filled his entire body.

At this moment, the original green skin of the skull splitter gradually turned dark red. He was almost out of mind. He abandoned all thinking and will except killing, firmly controlled the increasingly powerful power in his body, and was completely immersed in the pleasure of death, destruction and killing. However, he did not find that while his strength was increasing, a trace of wrinkles quietly climbed onto his cheeks and continued to spread. His whole body was extremely old at a speed visible to the naked eye...
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