The Qinglong Empire, Mu Tianhou Yang, is a well-known existence from the orc totem tribe alliance, from the elderly to children. Although the Totem Tribe Alliance does not have the perfect education system as well as the human empire, and has a large library that records every history, every orc will be taught by elders after birth, and this influence is more impressive than reading any historical books.

The battle of fate that lasted for thousands of years was already only legendary, but for that ethereal fate, generations of orcs fought with their lives for that fate. The war every twenty years seemed to have become a main theme of the Holy Spirit Continent, and every generation of orcs would welcome the most important war in their lives.

Either die in battle or survive, waiting for the next counterattack.

In these many wars, there are always some famous human generals who make their fate full of setbacks. The Yang family of Mu Tianhou, the human war god who has been passed down from generation to generation, will always have this family in every war, and every time, a good situation will be destroyed by it. After repeated disappointments, in their hearts, they have developed a fear of the Yang family of Mu Tianhou.

When he was a teenager, Kingsoft participated in the extraordinary battle more than ten years ago, and witnessed the army of the tribal alliance hit a wall, confrontation, and finally retreated. The initiator of everything was Yang Ye's father, Yang Zhantian, a madman who did not hesitate to use his body as bait to win a great victory in mankind.

"The Yang family is very good, it's really easy to find a place without any effort, and it saves us a lot of time to kill you. Today, you can stay!" Jinshan looked at Yang Ye with a bright look, and the fire of anger turned into calmness, and the light in his eyes revealed his excitement at this moment.

A woman is easy to get, but the Yang family, the war god, is left with only this one. If you kill him, the Qinglong Empire will no longer be able to stop the tribal army.

Jinshan said and waved his hand. His followers had already taken action. The four catwomen went out again, but did not rush forward. Instead, they quickly surrounded Yang Ye. Three centaur archers occupied several nearby snow slopes and high ground. Arrows were placed on the strings, aimed at Yang Ye, and blocked Yang Ye's body.

The two most powerful thugs under Jinshan, the Golden Mastiff general, each holding a mace. The barbs on them are all made of sharp canine teeth. The sharpness is not as hard as black iron or pure gold. Moreover, these teeth also contain rotten poison. If they are smashed, even if they are lucky enough to die, they will be rotten into rotten meat.

Behind Kingsoft, the feather tribes who had never intervened, spread their wings and flew into the air, blocking the sky above Yang Ye's head. This is a complete blockade of land and air! I am afraid that he will not be able to escape.

"Hey, hey, you're too much. I'm just alone. Are you using this kind of motivation? Although I'm very flattered to say that you value me so much, you really don't need to be so enthusiastic!"

Yang Ye looked at the opposite side. Only these dozen powerful orcs with strength were stronger than him, and he had a few pots of drink. Unexpectedly, this Jinshan was even more shameless. He had to stop fighting more than ten times the crowd, but he actually took over the squad of wolf cavalry who came. He directly ordered the vast wolf cavalry, like a two dragon coming out of the water, divided it into two left and right routes, and completely surrounded the small valley entrance.

The wolf cavalry has always been the most troublesome orc elite cavalry in the five empires. It has super endurance and unsatisfactory explosive power. At the same time, the wolf cavalry is far more fierce than the ordinary elite cavalry of humans. In the entire Qinglong Empire, only a few beast cavalry can compete, but the number is incomparable.

Looking at the wolf riders surrounding them, the snow-capped wolf in the snow-capped mountains, which were as tall as a calf, bared their sharp fangs, sticking out their tongues, and drooling, Yang Ye couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

Jinshan snorted at Yang Ye's shouting and said, "It's not an exaggeration. I have never cared about the people of the Yang family. As long as I lead your head back, I will be fully qualified to be the commander. At that time, I will not repeat the steps of my father. I will lead the tribal army and sweep the empire."

Yang Ye spat and pointed at Jinshan and said, "Bah, you really make me look down on you. Although you are a little savage, rougher, and ugly, as natural warriors, at least you are brave and fighting. Unexpectedly, even the last little advantage will be trampled on by you. I am really sad for you orcs and for your future!"

Kingsoft sneered and said, "Don't make a fuss out of your senses. Only the winners have the right to speak in wars, while the losers are not qualified to speak. This is the law that you humans believe in. Now, feel sad for yourself, because you will cut off your head immediately, and then I will send your head back. I want to see how the God of War, who has lost his offspring, can protect the Qinglong Empire!"

Yang Ye sneered: "Even if the empire has no longer my Yang family, there will still be other famous generals and other war gods. Killing me will not be of any use at all!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you must die today! Kill!" Jinshan gritted his teeth and shouted.

Swish, the wolf cavalry surrounding them took out a thorn spear from the wolf. The thorn spear was polished from a special thorn wood. It was engraved with a large number of totem runes, giving the spear very toughness. The sharpness of the tip is not as sharp as the tip of the metal spear. Moreover, there is toxin in the thorn thorn. Although the middle one will not die immediately, it will numb the body. The most important thing is that this thorn wood-sharpened spear is lightweight, which is a perfect match for the wolf rider who is not carrying a high load.

The seven-foot spear fell down straight, without the metal glow, nor the dazzling cold light. It was just like being in a bush, the uncomfortable feeling of being stuck in the throat, and it would be stabbed whenever you move.

Wow, the centaur archer took the lead in attacking, three heavy wolf-toothed arrows were descending from a high point, and the finished font-shaped shot flew over, the tip of the arrow slashed through the air, making a harsh whistle.

"Dark Flame Mist!"

Although Yang Ye was talking to Jinshan, his spirit was tense and tight. The soul power ripples released by the soul pulsation clearly projected all the scenes within a thousand meters into the sea of ​​consciousness. No movement could escape his eyes.

The centaur let go, and Yang Ye had instantly released the soul power that had been condensed in his body for a long time. The rich dark fog color covered the Jiuyuan Xuanming Black Flame. The three wolf-toothed heavy arrows almost "disappeared" into the fog the next moment the flame fog appeared, and Yang Ye's figure also disappeared into the black fog.

Swish, swish, this time, the centaur archer did not stop with one arrow, but kept firing. In just a blink of an eye, there were already six arrows, one arrow after another. You should know that the centaur archer used heavy bows and heavy arrows to shoot. Each time the archer had very high requirements for arm strength, not to mention that this kind of continuous shooting was continuous, only a few sharp shooting could be done.

However, these heavily armored wolf-toothed arrows were all "sinking" into the dark flame fog, like stones sinking into the sea without any echo.

"Take it!" Jinshan looked at the dark flame fog with a serious expression and said to the feather tribes in the air.

The Feather Clan is a big family, but the single population is not large, so it is collectively called the Feather Clan. The followers of these Jinshan are the Fenglei Eagle Winged Man with the strongest combat power among the Feather Clan.

After receiving the order from Jinshan, several people from Fenglei Eagle Wings looked at each other, flapped their wings, and raised them up for dozens of meters again. The four of them occupied four directions. A purple electric arc in their bodies shot out with a sound of zra, and purple lightning continued to radiate. Soon, lightning arcs were entangled with each other.

"Sky thunder strike!"

Zla, Zla, and thunder arcs were constantly entangled into a ball, as if they had an amplification effect between each other. Soon, the circle surrounded by four wind and thunder eagle-winged people formed a purple thunder halo. From the center of this thunder halo, the intertwined thunder formed a thick thunder pillar, just like the lightning and thunder in that rainy night.

A dragon-shaped lightning blew through the sky and landed directly on the dark flame fog with a irresponsible force. After one, two, three, and five combos, the lightning energy gradually dissipated, but the position pointed directly by the lightning was the black fog gradually dissipated.
Chapter completed!