"These guys are the warriors you selected?" someone asked without interest, looking at the hundreds of strong orcs and barbarians standing in front of them.

There is no way, although Saruman is really dedicated to his work, but as the saying goes, he is taller among the dwarfs. He has insufficient congenital conditions. No matter how hard he works, what can he do?

These selected guys are admittedly stronger than ordinary cannon fodder, but their strength is limited. Anyway, in someone's eyes, they are all things that can be killed with one finger, and there is not much difference.

"Yes, sir, they are warriors selected by my subordinates from tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Each of them has the ability to defeat many by one, no worse than the knights of Rohan!" Saruman looked at his face and it seemed that he didn't look very good.

, quickly lowered his head and reported the report.

If the combat power of an ordinary farmer is five, then the combat power of a strong orc should be eight, and the combat power of these singled out guys is probably around twelve or three.

Rohan is known as the country of knights. It is said that tens of thousands of cavalry can be mobilized across the country, but knights and cavalry are completely different concepts!

As a cavalry, anyone who rides a horse can call himself a cavalry as long as he does not fall off. In addition to having corresponding equipment, skills, and retinue, each knight also automatically has the status of a noble.

Even if you are only the lowest-ranking noble, you are still a noble. You are a master with a separate fief!

The residents of each knight's private territory are not included in the calculation of the population of Rohan. So in fact, if these hidden populations are included, there will be about 200,000 people in Rohan!

Although this number may sound like a large street office to some people, it is much better than the 60,000 population on paper.

"Let them divide it!" Someone took out a tube of bright blue reagent from his pocket and threw it to Saruman and said.

"Yes, sir!" Saruman replied with some pain as he looked at the ingenious test tube in his hand.

As a white-robed wizard who focused on scientific research, Saruman felt that he could definitely be regarded as the most knowledgeable wise man in Middle-earth. However, when he got the test tube in his hand, he was still shocked by the sophistication of this thing.

Silver-white double protection, pure glass without any impurities, azure sky-like spiral design, plus the six-sided umbrella logo that seems to be naturally generated, everything fully shows that this thing is definitely not based on the current technological conditions.

It can be manufactured.

Even Vera, who claims to be omnipotent, cannot create such a delicate thing.

After all, there are specialties in the arts. Although the Valar have abilities that are incredible to mortals, their aesthetics and vision remain in their own world. The Valar can only imitate such novel things, and it is absolutely impossible for the Valar to develop them themselves.

Originally, Saruman originally thought that the holy dharma god who suddenly popped up was a clone sent by a certain Valar who was unwilling to be left alone, because this kind of thing had happened before in history. Compared with what happened in the Garden of the Gods,

Being a low-level god, some Valar would rather come to Middle-earth and become a high-ranking ruler.

But now, Saruman suddenly understood that the background of his new master was likely to exceed his expectations!

Maybe it’s some kind of extraterrestrial demon!

Saruman unscrewed the lid and immediately felt an evil aura rushing out of the test tube. This extreme evil made him almost unable to hold the test tube in his hand.

"Sir? This is...?"

Saruman's face suddenly turned pale. With his strength, even the Supreme Lord of the Rings would only make him a little afraid at most. But now, let alone touching this thing, the aura it exuded was already a bit too much for him.

.

Could this be some kind of world-destroying magic weapon?

"Split it!" Someone waved his hand nonchalantly. Although this was the only remaining stock of T-virus in his body, the T-virus had no effect on him now, and it was just a good time to use it.

Besides, if you really want to, just go back to the Resident Evil world. Anyway, you still have a retrospective scroll in your hand, and you can return to the mission world you have been to at any time.

Without any further hesitation, Saruman used magic to create a large vat of water, and then threw the test tube in his hand directly into it.

“One bowl per person, come in line!”

The orc leader who ranked first raised the sea bowl in his hand with some confusion and ignorance, not knowing why the wizard ordered him to drink this.

It's just that for these powerful orcs, whose brains are no bigger than walnuts, they don't have much ability to think independently. Even if poison is applied directly to the barbecue in front of their faces, they will gobble it up.

After all, being poisoned is something that will happen in the future, so it is only right to eat the roasted meat in your mouth first, right?

"This is Asoma, the strongest warrior among the orcs!" Saruman introduced to someone, pointing to the orc who was drinking water from a bowl.

"Roar!"

Hearing the wizard recommending himself to the leader, Asoma slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground, then raised his arms and roared like a gorilla.

"Ho-ah-ah-ho!"

Originally, Asoma's behavior could only be regarded as a normal behavior among the orcs. Neither Saruman nor others paid much attention to it. However, when Asoma screamed continuously, everyone

Attracted to it.

I saw that Asoma's body was constantly twisting and deforming, as if some monster was about to come out of its body.

"Ahhhh——"

Asoma lay on the ground and kept screaming. The skin all over its body was festering piece by piece, and then new muscles grew out of the rotten places.

The second barbarian leader who was about to drink water was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak, and his originally dark face turned pale.

The wizard summoned them together, was he planning to skin them and extract their souls? Was he refining some strange magic weapon?

The beliefs of this world are very barbaric, and creatures like trolls breed in large numbers in the mountains, so it is not surprising no matter what kind of evil spirits appear.

In contrast, among wizards there are both fighting types like Gandalf and scientific research types like Saruman.

And isn't it natural for scientific wizards to use their souls and bodies to refine evil magic weapons?

The barbarian leader quietly held the waist knife he was wearing, thinking whether he could hurt the wizard with a desperate blow.

"Roar!"

Just when he was confused in his heart, wondering whether he should resist or not, he heard a roar like a dragon's roar coming from Asoma's mouth.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Seeing that Asoma actually withstood the erosion of the T-virus, someone couldn't help but nodded.

The general physical fitness of humans in this world is a little stronger than that of people on earth, and the orcs are much stronger than ordinary people.

The diluted T-virus should be able to withstand most of the orcs' body strength.

However, there seems to be some small problem!

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"strength!"

Asoma raised his hands excitedly and roared excitedly.

It is completely different now than it was just now!

In the past, Asoma was just a pig-headed man with a height of 1.8 meters. Although its strength and physique were outstanding among the orcs, even a troll could easily crush it, let alone a wizard.

After all, trolls are generally over four meters tall and weigh nearly a thousand pounds. Even if they move a little slowly, if they are touched, they will either die or be injured.

If it weren't for the low intelligence of the trolls and their small number, the orcs could only be considered their food!

And now!

After that heartbreaking pain, Asoma felt like she had been reborn!

It has now grown to more than three meters tall, its spine is covered with spines, its left hand has transformed into a shape similar to a crab claw, and the five fingers of its right hand have evolved into eagle claws.

Asoma waved his hand suddenly, grabbing the five fingers of his right hand directly into the stone wall beside him, and then squeezed it hard.

‘Kacha—’

The stone wall made of polished high-quality stone was suddenly scratched into a shallow pit!

"strength!"

Asoma grinned its big mouth that had turned into a monster and laughed sharply.

With such terrifying power, even if facing the Dark Lord Sauron, Asoma is confident of fighting him!

So after a little test of his newfound power, Asoma suddenly rushed towards someone sitting on the throne.

"Why……"

Someone sighed slightly, why are there always these idiots who forget everything as soon as they get power?

It doesn't even think about it, who gave it this power?

However, the orcs' IQs were already low, and now their brains have been eroded and burned by the T-virus, so they probably have no IQs anymore!

Li Qingyuan gently stretched out a finger and met Asoma who was coming towards him!

Asoma grinned ferociously and pinched him with the giant pincers of her left hand. Originally, Asoma was a little afraid of this holy god who suddenly appeared, but when she saw the other person being so supportive, she suddenly felt happy.

With his current strength, even the trolls are no match for him, not to mention that the giant pincer on his left hand is far sharper than those fine steel swords. This guy dares to fight me with bare hands. He is simply asking for death!

Asoma has already imagined the ending. He will cut the opponent in half with a pair of pliers, and then step on the opponent's body to become the new orc king!

Orcs will never be slaves, it's time for half-orcs to become the masters of Middle-earth!

But before it could think about what it would be like to become the orc queen, it felt a sharp pain in its left hand.

What does it look like to prick a balloon with a needle?

Although the difference in physical strength between a person and Asoma is not as great as the difference between a needle and a balloon, it doesn't take much effort to poke into tofu with a chopstick.

Not to mention Asoma, someone was actually confused himself!

His original idea was to directly press against Asoma's giant claws, and then use his fingers to force the opponent to kneel down.

But it is obvious that when a huge force is concentrated on a point, the force-bearing point will only collapse.
To be continued...