The curse of the orc warriors consists of two syllables.

The first syllable means "black, night".

The second syllable does not mean "dwarf", but is a proper noun, specifically used to refer to the "dwarfs" in the Holy Light camp. It is the name of the race.

When added together, Monk Meng Chaozhang was confused.

He couldn't see how he, who was of moderate stature, with sparse hair and delicate skin, was any different from the "dwarves" of the Holy Light camp who were short in stature, both men and women had thick hair or even beards, and had extremely bad tempers.

Besides, he’s not black at all!

Moreover, it was different from the moment of suffocation on the court when he just landed.

After discovering his identity as a "black dwarf", the orc warriors seemed to have been greatly insulted and stimulated. They jumped up one after another as if someone had stepped on their tails. They bared their teeth and claws at Meng Chao, winked, waved their swords, and gestured to kill him.

He cut his throat, disemboweled him and even tore him into pieces.

Kasava recognized Meng Chao at a glance.

Of course, no matter who he is, he turned the Blood Skull Arena upside down, looted the Blood Skull Temple, and abducted a large number of rat servants from the Blood Skull Arena, making Kasava unable to hold his head high in front of his father.

Later, it even became a joke to the entire family.

I'm afraid, he won't forget it easily.

However, Kasava's anger was a hundred times more violent than Meng Chao expected.

The power of his totem was like a volcano erupting, crushing the mount beneath his crotch.

This mount is huge, like a hybrid between a rhinoceros and a hippopotamus. It seems that even an anti-tank gun may not be able to blast away its innate bone armor made of spiritual magnets.

At this moment, the mount made a shrill scream and a crackling sound of bones.

From every crack in the mount's bone armor, strong blood spurted out.

This shows how terrifying the power of the totem blasted by Kasava in his rage was.

Without even bothering to check the condition of his mount, Kasava swung a battle ax wider than the door panel from behind and struck Meng Chao's Tianling Gai in the air.

The owner of the Blood Skull Arena roared hysterically: "Catch him! Seize this black dwarf's spy! Cut off his limbs and break his spine! Send him to me and I will torture him."

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The jackals, tigers and leopards around have not yet shown their claws.

The tauren warriors following Kasava were like ancient steam locomotives, spurting out hot air from their thick nostrils.

The cow's hooves blasted a series of dents on the ground that looked like craters, and the steel and iron bones weighing tens of thousands of kilograms in total rushed towards Meng Chao with murderous intent.

In an instant, the whole land was trembling.

Even the air was ignited and even exploded by the anger of the Tauren warriors.

"..."

Meng Chao was still struggling with how to prepare Casava.

After all, this guy is the son of Chief Bloodhoof. Regardless of whether "Black Mountain Bloodhoof" is the current war chief or not, at least within the Bloodhoof clan, he has great prestige and leadership.

The Bloodhoof clan is the most stubborn, tough and violent clan among the five major clans.

In other words, they are also the die-hard faction most likely to raise objections to the agreement between Dragon City and Turanze. They are a group of idiots who fail to accomplish anything but often fail.

Meng Chao could not guess what the consequences would be if he killed Kasava under the blood-hoof banner.

But it's not his style to let Kasaval off easily.

Not just because of the past grudges between the two.

What's more, Meng Chao at this moment represents the image of the entire Dragon City.

Turan Orcs advocate martial arts and regard "revenge when there is a grudge and revenge when there is a grudge" as the highest virtue.

Meng Chao once suffered the humiliation of being imprisoned in the deepest part of the Blood Skull Arena by Casava.

If he does not use the blood of Kasava to wash away his shame, not only will he not be regarded by the Turan people as "magnanimous and forgetting the past", but he will be regarded by the Turan orcs as "weak and easy to bully, and he will not dare to protect his dignity".

I think the people in Longcheng are all a bunch of cowards.

After all, only the strong are worthy of signing a covenant with the strong.

The weak are not worthy of alliance with the strong and can only be enslaved by the strong.

The saying "No fight, no acquaintance" is perfect when applied to the Tulan orcs.

According to the logic of the Turan Orcs, the stronger the friendship, the bigger the fist must be used to maintain it!

Therefore, Meng Chao originally decided to casually break Kasava's limbs, add about seventy or eighty ribs, pull out his horns, and insert them into his nose, and he would have to be merciful.

Already.

did not expect

"We people on Earth have always loved peace."

Meng Chao frowned and sighed softly, "But it's your problem to regard the kindness of the people on Earth as weakness."

It was too late, but soon enough, the first bull-headed warrior had already hit Meng Chao's head like a ball of lightning.

The distance between the two sides was so close that Meng Chao could even count how many iron nails were embedded in the bloody mace that this guy was wielding, and how many ox hairs were growing on this guy's head.

Then, there is no more.

Meng Chao clearly did not activate the totem armor.

However, there is always a layer of invisible psychic shield rippling around him.

Like a twisted force field that could deflect all attacks, the powerful mace slid away very strangely just a hair away from him.

Not only did it fail to scratch his skin.

Instead, driven by the owner's explosive brute force, along the movement trajectory controlled by Meng Chao, he hit... his own hooves hard.

The left hoof of this bull-headed warrior was immediately smashed into a cloud of blood mist by his own mace.

Even though he was so brave that he had no fear of life and death, the bull-headed warrior still dropped his mace, held his bloody hoof, and howled wildly.

Immediately after, two tauren warriors wielding battle axes, one on the left and one on the right, arrived one after another.

The battle ax, engraved with ornate totems and decorated with horns, weighs over a hundred kilograms.

In the hands of the Tauren warrior, whose muscles were as if they were filled with bombs under his skin, it was light and agile, like a dagger as thin as a cicada's wings. It instantly transformed into dozens of ax shadows flying up and down, covering every part of Meng Chao's body.

All joints, from the vital points between the spine and pelvis to the bone seams on the fingers, were not spared.

However, when dozens of extremely sharp ax shadows swept past Meng Chao, who did not dodge or even raise his hand to block, they failed to leave even a trace on Meng Chao that was deeper than a scrape.

It was as if, at the moment when dozens of ax shadows hit Meng Chao at the same time, Meng Chao's flesh and blood body turned into a wisp of ethereal smoke, allowing the two battle axes to pass through without any obstruction, and in the next moment,

, the smoke was recondensed into an entity.

Before the two tauren warriors could free themselves from the situation where they exerted too much force and almost fell forward, they felt a burning sting on their palms, and a layer of their rough, sandpaper-like skin was rubbed away.

Their battle ax was actually grabbed by Meng Chao and pulled away from his tightly clenched fist!

Orc warriors have always valued their weapons more than their own lives.

Similarly, it is more difficult to take away an orc warrior's weapon than to take away their life.

Meng Chao, however, lifted the weight with ease, not even a drop of sweat on his forehead.

He turned the two battle axes one hundred and eighty degrees.

Then he rotated his wrist slightly and aimed the broad ax blade at the chests of the two tauren warriors instead of the sharp ax blade.

With two "papa" sounds, he slapped the two rough-skinned and thick-bodied bull-headed warriors out, and rolled hundreds of times in one breath. Then they collapsed to the ground like drunken mud. How could they get up?

The fourth, fifth, and sixth Tauren warriors, when their speed reaches the limit, are as terrifying as armored trains loaded with explosives that are about to derail.

But when they rushed in front of Meng Chao, they were all swatted back by Meng Chao like flies.

In addition to casually grabbing the opponent's weapons.

Meng Chao did not reveal his equipment.

But as he watched the tauren warriors roll back in disgrace, unable to get up like mud, they were covered in sets of heavy armor that was thicker than two fingers. Meng Chao took a picture of the five-fingered palm prints with clear outlines that could not be recovered for a long time.

The rest of the orc warriors wondered in their hearts, how could they not stir up a wave of horror, and regard Meng Chao's seemingly ordinary hands as a peerless weapon that was more terrifying than a war hammer or a giant axe.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Dozens of arrows filled with flames and lightning seemed to be shooting from the sky.

They were centaur scouts brought by Kasava from the Bloodhoof clan. Seeing that the situation was not good, they launched a long-range sneak attack on Meng Chao.

Arrows imbued with the power of totems are not only faster and more destructive than anti-material sniper bullets.

Even, as the totem engraved on the arrow shaft is lit up one by one, it can continuously change its trajectory and increase its speed, achieving an unpredictable and irresistible effect.

But Meng Chao didn't even twitch an eyelash.

The seven or eight warhammers, giant axes, maces and meteor hammers that had just been grabbed in his hands and dropped at his feet all flew out in all directions like cannonballs.

Turanze also has hand halberds and throwing axes specifically for throwing.

They are usually one size smaller than the short weapons used in close combat, and have special air slots to ensure the stability of the attack trajectory during spinning flight.

The warhammers, giant axes, maces and meteor hammers that Meng Chao blasted out weighed more than a hundred kilograms on average, making them truly powerful weapons.

No matter the quantity, speed or accuracy, naturally they cannot compare with the arrows fired by the centaur warriors.

However, just when the lightning arrows and the seemingly clumsy heavy weapons were about to pass by.
Chapter completed!