"Be careful." Rashu quietly watched as I emerged from the yellow wind. The orc's skin and gray eyes turned red, looking very strange.
"Eh? Why are there so many people? This is great. This time, the spoils of war have increased." The orc grinned, his eyes fixed on Rashu. It was the eyes that looked at the prey.
"Spoils of war? You think too much. If you don't want to die, come back to my tribe with me.”Rashu's arms moved, and the arms hidden in his sleeves flickered faintly. The four elements represented their respective faces.
"Come here!" The weapon used by this orc was very novel. It was a long whip made of an unknown material. Most of the whip was wrapped around the orc's waist, and the other half was taken away by him. With a light wave, the whip was hit like a snake, and the target was Rashu's head.
"Kaka." An invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of Rashu, stopping the orcs from attacking.
"Hmm?" This strange scene alarmed the orcs." Are you an orc prophet?”was shocked
"You found out too late." Rashu's left arm was on fire, and half of his cloak was roasted. His right arm was wrapped in a whirlwind, and his cloak turned into cloth.
Wind and fire, wind and fire, joined Rashu's hands. The flames in his left hand turned into a roaring tiger, and the whirlwind in his right hand turned into a huge eagle. The two beasts rushed toward the orcs.
The eagle cried.
Tsunami.
The orcs did not react at all. A product of shock, the self-healing ability cannot resist both of Rashu's curses at the same time.
Key key key key
"Prophet, prophet." The rest of the people were so shocked that they couldn't speak. The Orc Prophet was a very powerful job among the Orcs. The Orc Prophet had mysterious powers. The wasteland was a place where the Orc Prophet was seriously lacking, and this profession was even more legendary.
Rashu Xiaolu's attack shocked the beastmen who had lost their leader. There were people from the Yellow Rock Tribe and captives from other places. There were about 100 of them.
"We've earned it!" Rashu was unusually excited. This was the Yellow Rock Tribe, and they had surpassed their goal. Everyone led the orcs back to the Black Iron Tribe along the road ahead.
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"Tribal Chief, 1st, 2nd, 4th and 5th teams have all returned. Only the third team has no news." Tarocen listened to his subordinate's report." The third team went to the place closest to Yellow Rock. They should be the first to return. Why hadn't he returned yet?”
"Did something happen on the way? Is the chief worried about them?”
"The soldiers who went out drank the terror given by the prophet, but they are definitely not invincible. The wasteland was the most deserted area, but it was not as dangerous as the oasis coast. Have you forgotten? Recently, a mysterious person had appeared on the wasteland. It was said that he was huge and had a power that no one could endure. " The tribe that encountered this person was completely destroyed. No one could survive. What is this monster? Where is he now? Tell the guards, be careful, don't relax.”Tarocen said," After people entered the wasteland, strange things happened one after another. Many strange things happened in the wasteland. This included the monster that Tarocen had mentioned.
"Alright." The orcs nodded and ran around the tribe.
This time, the four troops had brought over three hundred captives. They crowded the square of the Yellow Rock Tribe, their heads bulging.
By the time Tarocen arrived, Demonic Wind was already there. He held back his fear of the name of the drug, knowing that the tarotone would still force him to experiment.
Including the Yellow Rock Beastmen, there were also captured Beastmen. Demonic Wind was given to them without fear, and they became the powerful warriors they wanted to see. Their skin was gray, their eyes were red, and they were in a state of fear.
"Lord Prophet." Tarocen walked to the Demonic Wind. Although the pot was terrifying, it was covered in thick green foam and looked like poison. Most normal people would not try to drink it into their bodies, but under the forceful force of the Demonic Wind, the new captives were all placed into the bowl.
"Yes!"
The beastmen's green skin had a tendency to fade, turning into a light gray. A line of blood appeared in their eyes, filling their pupils.
"Perfect. Mass production is getting easier.”Mo Tianfeng nodded in satisfaction. His expression was like a child who had just received candy. He was satisfied, but in Tarocen's eyes, Demonic Wind's expression was like that of a sick devil.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Perhaps sensing Tarocen's eyes, Demonic Wind turned around and asked," What are you looking at?”
"No, it's nothing. It's just that Prophet, you look so happy
"Are you happy? Yes, I'm very happy." Demonic Wind was his iron staff. " Even if panic is the greatest research in my life, if it succeeds, it will be a drug that is even more powerful than the berserk drug. The orcs are the hope to escape from the wilderness.”
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