In an ancient forest that has not yet been completely ruled by dragons, a team of orcs is preparing to do a big thing.
They are going to... hunt dragons!
Hunt the majestic ruler of this world.
Use their blood and death to challenge the authority of the overlord.
This seems to be overestimating one's abilities.
As one of the races in the Western world, the orc kingdom was also purged by the dragon clan.
It's just different from the human race's defeat all the way.
Although the orcs have also been tortured, they still have a warlike and daring heart.
They have never enjoyed true prosperity, so barbarism has given them the determination to face death without fear of challenges.
At this time, directly in front of this elite group of orcs, there was a giant dragon that was still underage.
The giant dragon apparently hadn't fully realized the danger yet, playing by the lake in the forest.
The saliva dripping from his mouth has turned the originally good lake water into a highly poisonous lake water.
Many creatures living in the lake turned upside down and floated up.
"The first team, raise your shields! Block! The second team uses spears... no need to quench the poison, and the third team prepares bows and arrows, shoot!"
The ferocious-looking orc elites locked on the young dragon, who seemed to have no sense of danger at the moment, and began to prepare for an attack without ceremony.
Roar!
Fierce roars, accompanied by bursts of wind howls, came wildly.
The splashed leaves were also shattered even more violently in the roar.
In the storm, the body of the arrow-hit dragon flashed rapidly. Although his body looked huge, his speed was equally astonishing, and he was not slowed down by his huge body.
Every time he flashes past, he will bring a bloody flower.
The orcs roared furiously and waved their weapons messily.
Courage cannot be used as strength. Except for the first wave of sneak attacks, which played a small role, they had no advantage at all in subsequent confrontations.
At this moment, a strong orc who was originally hidden in the crowd took action.
He held a giant ax and suddenly chopped down the young dragon's head.
boom!
The ax hit the ground hard.
Although the giant dragon was young, its speed was very advantageous. It moved away just before the giant ax was about to come.
At this time, the strength of the orc strongman had been exhausted. Before new strength was generated, the young dragon flexibly twisted in mid-air. The whole thing whizzed down, grabbed the giant man's neck, and opened his ferocious mouth.
With a click, the huge head of the strong orc broke off from his neck and was swallowed whole by the young dragon.
Boom!
Three heavy weapons hit the dead orc strongman's body hard, smashing his body into pieces. But the young dragon, which was supposed to be crushed together with the body of the strong orc, deftly avoided the sneak attack. Looking at these orcs ferociously, the scales all over their bodies shook, and the bone spurs all over their bodies suddenly flew out with a roar.
Each bone spur has a strong green color, obviously containing extremely violent and cruel poison.
Bone spurs flew out messily, and suddenly the crowd of orcs screamed. Those orcs who were unfortunate enough to be hit by bone spurs turned green in just the blink of an eye.
Then, in the severe poison, it turned into pus and blood, and no bones remained.
This young dragon is a poisonous dragon that is relatively common among demonic dragons.
The deaths of a large number of their own kind did not make the orcs retreat.
They are not afraid of death.
He is willing to use his own body to pave a path to victory for his compatriots.
Amidst the shouts, thick and brutal weapons mixed with fierce winds blocked the surrounding area and moved towards the young Poison Dragon to double-team.
Although the young Poison Dragon is not old, he has inherited memories, so he is no stranger to fighting.
At this time, he flashed left and right, claws clawing, and blocked a series of attacks. Just losing those bone spurs on its body, its body's defense was also greatly reduced. The ferocious heavy weapons hit its body one after another, turning its scales into blood red.
Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the blood containing violent poison dripped onto the ground, corroding the ground into large pits. The young poisonous dragon grinned and stared coldly at the remaining orcs with his golden eyes.
Suddenly, an ancient song began to sing from the mouth of an orc.
This song is simple, unsophisticated yet full of mystery.
And amidst this singing, the appearance of this orc is undergoing huge changes.
He was originally just a wolf-headed man who walked upright.
Along with the singing, his body began to grow huge, and his originally degraded muscles and limbs became brutal and thick.
He was lying on the ground, like a savage, ignorant giant wolf without any advanced wisdom.
Ouch!
The giant wolf roared, and then rushed towards the young poisonous dragon.
The other orcs who came along were silent at first.
Then more orcs began to sing along.
Their bodies have all changed.
Wild boars, giant bears, tigers, lions and leopards...
The beasts turned into beasts and pounced on the young poisonous dragon crazily.
In the fight between many ferocious beasts, the injuries on the young Poison Dragon's body became more and more serious.
Finally he couldn't resist anymore and turned around, trying to escape.
"We must stop him even to the death! We cannot let our companions sacrifice in vain!" shouted an orc who had not changed.
The orcs who have completely degenerated and turned into giant beasts cannot be saved.
This is a fact that the orcs have recognized for countless years.
Those orcs who degenerated into giant beasts could only live as beasts in the end, either being hunted or dying in the wild mountains.
They also no longer have a self.
A large number of ferocious weapons, mixed with orc fighting spirit, fell fiercely and cruelly.
boom···!
More than a dozen strands of orc fighting energy gathered together in mid-air, and then turned into a huge battle axe. The battle axe, which shone with terrifying light, was really like a divine weapon in the hands of an ancient god, carrying boundless majesty.
Following a dozen uniform shouts, the huge battle ax fiercely blocked the path of the young poisonous dragon and swept towards its entire body.
The scales all over his body exploded, and the young poisonous dragon roared, and an energy ball glowing with green will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness was ejected from his mouth.
This is the guaranteed dragon breath of the dragon clan.
In the air, the dragon's breath collided with the battle axe, and a wave of air burst out that was so strong that it was indescribable.
As the air waves rolled, countless ancient trees were uprooted and blown dozens of feet away. Some of the ancient trees that were relatively close were directly shattered by the gas explosion.
The tumbling broken leaves and broken wood spun together and rushed towards the sky. Amidst the screams and roars of many beasts, the body of the young poisonous dragon fell heavily to the ground.
An orc stepped forward with firm and heavy steps, then swung his giant blade and chopped off the head of the young poisonous dragon.
He raised the young dragon's head high.
A trance and shouting followed.
"Let's go! Let's take the dragon's body back. The shaman of the fox tribe has a way to refine the dragon's blood. He will use the dragon's flesh and bones to make a soup to temper the body... Our children, they will More powerful than us!"
"Sooner or later, this land that was plundered and ruled by dragons will belong to us orcs again!" the orcs leading the team shouted loudly.
Ula!
Ula!
Amidst a lot of cheers, several giant beasts, the last sanity in their eyes was about to disappear. They glanced reluctantly in the direction of the tribe, and then quickly ran into the forest.
Just like the orc leader said.
As long as the children grow up!
If they grow stronger than their parents, the glory that belongs to the orcs will come sooner or later.
Leaving the ancient forest where the orcs were galloping.
His eyes kept looking north.
In the far north, the biting cold wind whips the frozen earth wantonly.
The top of the mountain rises abruptly, like a blade, but there is warm spring water, which turns into an ice-free waterfall from the height. And it is precisely because of this waterfall that there is a warm place under the waterfall that is rare in the north... which is more suitable for human habitation.
The young man with his bare upper body exposed, showing off his strong muscles, was climbing the mountain with perseverance.
Walking against the waterfall, I seem to want to go to the top of the mountain to have a look.
Wow...!
The powerful impact of the water flow, as well as the cold wind blowing from all directions, turned into a forceful whip, slamming hard on his body.
Unable to fully exert his strength on the slippery rocks, the young man lost his footing and fell halfway up the mountain.
Then he crashed heavily into the warm pool water.
"Hollie! Are you trying again?"
"Didn't Teacher Tiger tell you that you can't continue to risk climbing?" There seemed to be a vague village beside the warm pool.
And a girl stood by the water and shouted to the fallen boy.
The young man suddenly stood up from the pool, his strong chest rising and falling.
Although he is still very young, he already has strong and strong male hormones.
"I know...but the Dragon Slayer Sword Immortal also said that as long as I can climb this mountain with my bare hands and without any external force, he will teach me the art of slaying dragons." The young man's eyes flashed with strong desire.
Strong belief and self-confidence seem to echo in him at all times.
He seemed to have never doubted whether he could conquer the towering mountains in the cold wind with his flesh and blood and his own hands.
Even this mountain was once the belief of many people in the wilderness of the far north.
Huo Lie, an 'ordinary boy' who is actually not ordinary.
His mother was the princess of the former Condor Empire.
And his father was the third son of the fallen Lord of Light.
In his body, there are three bloodlines of gods, humans, and ancient demons.
In the near future, he will become one of the most mainstream heroes in the Western human race. He will lead the Fury of the North, control the snow beasts and fight against the dragon army, and he will be honored as the "King of Horie".
Until the immortals of the mountains and seas crossed over, he was one of the most glorious people who symbolized the hope of mankind.
Woo woo woo...!
The loud voice broke the tranquility of the moment.
People in the village, both men and women, ran out of their houses quickly.
Then a large number of heavy equipment were quickly activated.
In the distance... several black spots can be seen, moving quickly, approaching the village.
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