When he heard that his tribe had been betrayed by the Black Stone King Banorses, the orc clan, who had always been strong, couldn't help but feel a stir. After a burst of excitement, the helplessness and sadness that the barbarian clan was rare in his eyes.

When he saw the few people walking out of the room, the leader-level 11th-level ogre magician Cole shouted angrily: "Dorick! You, a reptile in the feces, can you do something that harms the same tribe."

A group of ogres walked out of the room and said with a ridiculous sneer: "Same clan? Have you ever thought about this when you are so powerful that you want to annex our clan? Dear Chief Cole, you accept your fate today. Who made your clan develop too fast? You have advanced to the eleventh level. What's more wrong is that your tribe actually gave birth to Tikya! Under the guidance of your great wizard, she will eventually threaten the authority of the great Black Stone King. For the balance of the Black Stone Mountains, you can go with peace of mind. It can be considered that your tribe has made the final contribution to the Black Stone Mountains. By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that the guards of the great Black Stone King Banorses just heard the news that they are now standing in your temple."

Suddenly, the remaining ogres and the orcs were in chaos. Unexpectedly, they turned against their dignity and came to attack and fight with the determination to die. Not only did they fail to save Tikya, but their own tribe was captured. Thinking about the tragic bloodthirsty of the Black Stone Guards. The violent and rough orcs felt like they were heartbroken for the first time.

But the pain of the orcs was not over. At this moment, a sound of dragging chains sounded from the altar in the center of the hall, and a slender figure was pulled into a large shape and slowly hung in the air. Looking at the excited expressions of the orcs, Wu Tongtong guessed that this should be the Tykia they mentioned.

But just looking at the appearance, it doesn't look like a creature belonging to the ogre race. It may be more appropriate to say that it is an elf. The slender limbs and tender face make people feel pity. It's just that the skin with a pale purple and strange patterns on her body shows her extraordinaryness.

But all this did not affect the extremely weak feeling she gave. It seemed that the wind would hurt her. At this time, her limbs were not only tied with iron chains, but also four long steel nails were nailed into each of her shoulders and legs. The purple blood slowly dripped along the steel nails on the magic pattern in the center of the altar. At this time, she tried hard to look up at the orcs below, her eyes filled with wounds and fear.

At this time, all kinds of orcs who were already panicked were surprisingly quiet. Whether it was the orc fighter with green faces and fangs, the wolf knight holding a pointed hammer in his hand, the ugly ogre, and the only stone-casting giant, they all raised their heads and stared at the slender figure, and slowly knelt down in the singing of the ogre magician Cole.

When the voice of the chant ended, all the orc warriors slowly started to fight. The wandering and panic eyes just now had completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of firmness and determination. At some point, the air around seemed to be ignited by the will of hundreds of orcs who were seriously injured all over the body. In their gradually thickening breathing, a boiling fighting spirit was conveyed in the air.

Li Ran and others suddenly had the urge to rush out and kill. Fortunately, everyone was a person with a firm mind, and although a few teammates who were about to lose control were gradually recovering under the treatment of the tranquility technique of the Ziyun Flower Blossom.

The leader-level 11th-level ogre magician Cole suddenly reached out and threw away his robe, took out a strange bone-made dagger, and then suddenly penetrated it deeply into his chest. The strange bone-made dagger instantly turned purple-red. A piece of sacrifice slowly emerged from Cole's mouth, like a melodious sound of heaven and earth. When the sacrifice was finished, Cole looked at Tikya, who was hanging in the air.

That was once the hope of the tribe and the root of the demise of the tribe. I have been by her side for so many years to cultivate and educate her, and I have fantasized countless times that when their Tikya grows up, she will bring them to let the glory of the Artemisia tribe shine throughout the Black Rock Mountains. In order to realize this wish, he scolded her countless times, and her endless asceticism and pain have become all about her childhood. But now, Old Cole's eyes are only kindness and love. If I choose again, I hope that she will play with other orc children, and maybe she will feel happy.

Looking at Tykya in the air, maybe she should be called Little Aimel. An elf minstrel once passed by their tribe and gave her a name. She liked this name very much, but after she found out, she scolded her fiercely and forbidden the tribe's everyone to call her by this name. He always believed that Tykya's noble title should be her name. Now that I think about it, maybe I was really wrong.

Suddenly, he pulled out the bone-made dagger and blood rushed to a height of several meters like a fountain. The bone-made dagger turned into starlight and merged into the flying blood. A dazzling red light flashed, and all the orcs who were splashed by the blood were instantly blessed with the bloodthirsty technique. The effect of this bloodthirsty technique was so strong that not only had its attributes soared, but its fighting spirit reached its extreme, and the scars on the body were recovering quickly.

"It turned out to be a level six taboo technique - Blood Sacrifice Bloodthirsty, this world is too crazy!" Blood Rose Drink exclaimed in surprise.

The barbarian woman spat hard: "This old guy is trying his best to cast a magic with his life as a price. This magic is not something he can cast at this level. It's really a group of mindless barbarians." Although she was scolding her hard, her original intention could not only be heard from her tone, but also from her tears.

Everyone looked at the hall silently, and their hearts seemed to be blocked by something. Maybe this was Jiu Wei's touch.

Jue Lingtian couldn't help but say, "We are here now, aren't we going to do it now?"

But at this time, no one else said anything. Psychology is sympathy. Even if it is touching, everyone in front of them is a slaughter who has been through many battles. When it is necessary to take action, all behaviors and consequences flow through their minds like flowing data, calculating the gains and losses. Now experience and instincts tell them that the best choice now should be retreating.

Looking at the expressions of everyone, Jue Lingtian and others had guessed something and sighed silently.

At this time, several people from the first echelon quickly discussed it, and then Xingchen said: "There are two options now that we need to seek everyone's opinions. The first option is to retreat during a decisive battle, which is to delay everyone's time for the night at most. The second option is to start the war in the chaos. If everyone fights to the death, they should have a 20% chance. Everyone should make a decision quickly!"

Hearing Captain Xingchen's words, Jue Lingtian was the first to say that the war started. Although he was not clear about how the 20% chance that Xingchen said was calculated, since there was a reason, the ending was never the scope of his consideration.

The second one who stood out was the Willow Sword on the Moon. The graceful and grand Yue Shang Liusword on the Moon smiled gently and walked to Jue Lingtian, expressing his attitude. Then the third one who stood by was the Huan Bing Nannan, who had always been timid and shy. The reason was the little girl's overflowing sympathy.
Chapter completed!