The blood had dyed the entire altar red, and Nelson, who was covered in blood, jumped off the wolf with a butcher's knife, and in full view of everyone, he hugged the mighty wolf and whispered a few words in its ear, and then used a scimitar to cut off the leather buckle of the leather saddle on the wolf's back, and he affectionately rubbed the hair on the neck of the wolf with his hand, and there was a faint reluctance in his eyes, but he gently patted the wolf's forehead, and he said to the wolf with a trace of bitterness: " Let's go, don't come back, hide in the depths of the wasteland, that's your home, and I'm going home, my home is at the foot of the snowy mountains. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The heroic wolf shook the fluffy fur on his body violently, raised his head to the sky and roared, and left Bangor Manor after a few jumps in the open space in the square.

The orcs on the altar who were kneeling on the planks waiting to be slaughtered did not understand what was happening, but they felt that after a commotion under the altar, a warrior riding a wolf rushed up and killed all the orc executioners.

The rescued orc children were stunned by this series of events for a while, and they didn't even know to run out of the cage. Nelson wiped the blood from his face and muttered, "Werewolves can't kill werewolves, werewolves can't turn their backs on their ancestors......"

Under the altar, an orc of the Black Fang tribe shouted in the crowd, "Nelson, you are crazy, those people you killed are your own people!"

At this time, someone immediately chimed in and said: "These lazy beast girls are all picked up by us from outside, they are foreigners, and you actually killed the chief and the executioner for these filthy women." ”

"You killed Chief Maxine, how will this matter end, you will be sent to the gallows by the Council of Elders, child!"

"Stay away from the Black Fang Tribe. Go and be a wandering hunter in the depths of the wilderness!"

"He killed Maxine, and he couldn't let him go anyway. ”

The Black Fang tribe around the altar surrounded the altar again, and the orc guards around us could no longer bear it, and they mustered up their courage to each other and hugged each other. The standard weapons of the orc guards are all bronze axes, which are very heavy. More than a dozen orc guards swung bronze axes together and slashed over, even if they were strong bachs, they had to retreat, but it was Duolunlie who carried a one-handed broad-edged sword and rubbed his body up, shuttling back and forth between the gaps in the axe shadows, blocking or cutting, and barely parrying the orcs who besieged them. Qiangbach and Yue Lun responded on both sides, although there were many people on the opposite side, but the strength of these three people far exceeded those orc guards, and it was difficult for these orc guards to rush up from the front for a while.

The black cone hat on Sister Guoguo's head was lifted by the wind. Her fair face was revealed, and she raised her hands to her chest under her robe, and a huge balloon of water condensed in front of her.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding orc guards all had incredible looks on their faces, and someone in the crowd shouted: "She is a Terran mage, stop her from casting spells!"

The archer finally appeared in the crowd, but the orc guards who rushed up were entangled with Duolunlie, fearing that they would hurt their companions and refused to do so. At this time, the target turned into Sister Guoguo, and the arrow flew over the heads of the orc guards. Scattered like raindrops.

It was about eighty years of peace that made these orc warriors no longer have the experience of fighting foreign races, and they even thought that the mage's primary magic skills were still the same as before, which required them to recite lengthy spells and draw complicated magic patterns to activate. Then, the next second after the water ball in Guoguo's hand appeared, it had already condensed into several ice shields and dispersed, blocking in front of us, and the arrows polished from the beast's teeth hit the ice shield. They all fell to the ground.

Viru frowned at the growing number of orc guards, leading us back in the direction of the stone arch from which we came. Sister Guoguo always asked me to follow her, and I saw that she wanted me to get under her skirt at this moment, so that I would be safer. Some of the orc guards who rushed forward had already been stabbed by the broad-bladed swords of the Duolun columns, and the orcs who saw the blood were the most terrifying. They don't retreat to the back because they get a little bit injured, but they rush up even more frantically.

At this time, the square was in chaos, and some orc guards rushed to the altar, trying to capture Nelson, the leader of the wolf cavalry. There were also some orc guards who surrounded our squad and tried to capture me and Kuz. We followed Viru to a stone hut, leaning against the walls of the stone hut as a respite.

At this time, I found that Nelson on the altar had walked to the side of the huge square tripod, looking at the huge copper tripod with a dull gaze, this sacrificial copper tripod was already filled with the blood of those beast girls, the carved lines on the copper tripod were stained with blood, some had dried up, and some sticky blood flowed down the lines, falling on the wooden floor of the altar drop by drop, Nelson squatted down and grabbed the two legs of the square tripod with both hands. With a loud shout, the copper tripod filled with orc blood was overturned.

The huge copper tripod "boomed" and fell on the altar, and the viscous blood inside flowed all over the ground. Smash several orc guards who rushed onto the altar to the ground, and fall to the bloodied altar, leaving a mess. However, these orc guards were also frightened by the blood in this copper tripod, and they didn't expect that there would be so much blood in this giant tripod.

The orcs of the Black Fang tribe only knew that the chief needed some orc blood for a sacrifice, and the elders of the tribe were against it, but who in Bangor Manor could resist the will of Chief Maxine?

"Whew!"

There was a dull roar from a stone house not far from the altar, a low sound that was so muffled that one could breathe. The whole stone house shook with the roar, the rubble and wall ash and debris kept falling, and the low howl was no stranger to the orcs who lived in Bangor Manor, and every spring when there was a wave of corpses, there was such a terrifying sound among the swamp zombies that filled the mountains.

For so many years, people living on the edge of the swamp have long been familiar with such sounds. However, the Drowning Lodge has always been at the forefront of swamp zombie invasions, where they are often driven back to the swamp by hunters and orc warriors of various tribes, and few zombies have been able to enter the windmill hills.

The orcs of the Black Fang Tribe, who have participated in the anti-swamp zombie cleanup operations over the years, will never forget such a terrifying sound. Ordinary swamp zombies are voiceless, and their deep voices are made by shaking their abdomen to produce a strange sound similar to ventriloquism. Generally, the frequency of such sounds is extremely low, and only zombies can communicate with each other, and only swamp zombies above the king level can make chest-pounding noises.

Therefore, this huge and heavy corpse roar caused the entire manor to be selected into panic.

"My blood!"

In the walls of the stone house closest to the altar, a huge and strong arm protruded. The arm was pale green, covered in sticky, foul-smelling bodily fluids, and he smashed a large hole in the solid stone house wall with a single punch. The huge shoulders swayed from side to side in the wall, and the stone house was crumbling.

A huge, indistinctly recognizable head emerged from the wall, and it kept roaring at the side of the altar, and before I could take a closer look, the swamp zombies were already squeezing out of the stone wall, the whole zombie was more than three meters tall, and they were as strong as the minotaurs of the orc tribe or the barbarians of the ice tundra.

Just emerged from the stone wall. Reaching out, he grabbed a werewolf who was fleeing in a panic, and with a strong pull of his hands, he tore the poor orc into two pieces at once, spilling blood and internal organs on the ground. The zombie brutally lifted half of the orc's body above its head, letting the blood dripping on its round head, and it opened its mouth to excitedly let the orc's blood flow into its throat, and for a moment it made a cooing sound, looking very excited.

At this time. Two nearby orc guards had already arrived at the side, and at the same time raised their bronze giant axes and slashed at the zombie general's thighs. The blade of the bronze axe was like a defeated leather, leaving only a shallow mark on the zombie general's thigh. However, it provoked the zombie general to divert his attention.

It looked sluggish, but its strong hands were lightning fast, and before the orc guards could react, it was already grasping the back of the zombie's neck and twisting it vigorously. The heads of the two orc guards were already in the hands of the zombie general, and his body left the hole in the stone house wall, hissing and sniffing the smell of blood in the air, and the head looked in the direction of the altar.

Frightened, at the edge of the wall of the hole. A new zombie arm appeared, and a smaller swamp zombie crawled out of the stone wall, but in the midst of such chaos, who could tell. From the moment the first swamp corpse king appeared, the orc guards of Bangor Manor had reacted quickly and surrounded the swamp zombies.

"The corpse tide is coming!" In a panic, I don't know which orc shouted, the orcs gathered in the square suddenly looked like headless flies, and began to panic around, they all rushed to several exits, and even wrapped the orc warriors in the crowd, and the original formation was shattered by the panicked orcs.

"Return my blood, who touched my blood!You stupid orcs who don't believe in your words, damn it!" turned out to be a high-level corpse king who had already developed low-level intelligence and mastered the orc language, and such a powerful swamp zombie was probably beyond the level of a first-level demonic beast.

The swamp corpse king who rushed out of the stone house first knocked away the panicked crowd and walked straight towards the altar, along the road, the orcs of the Black Fang tribe who had no time to dodge, as long as they were swept by the swamp corpse king's big hand, all of them broke their bones and tendons. It's just that the goal of the swamp corpse king is the altar, so that the orcs who have no time to dodge will escape.

The swamp zombies who followed the swamp corpse king to crawl out one after another had already rushed into the chaotic crowd and had already begun their blood feast.

Watching those orcs in the square scatter and flee, Kuz and I were also stunned by this scene, I didn't expect to meet the swamp zombies here, who would have thought that the so-called sacrifice of the Black Fang tribe was actually the blood and flesh of the Marcine tribe with the blood and flesh of the orcs of other tribes to feed the swamp zombies, this guy is too bold.

Kuz finally bared his fangs and yelled at the orc guards surrounding us, "This is the so-called sacrificial ritual of your tribe?

The leader of the orc guards couldn't believe the scene in front of him, but he immediately calmed down, raised the battle axe in his hand and shouted: "Prove the glory of our Black Fang tribe orcs with blood, children, stop those zombies!"

The orc archers of the Black Fang tribe finally changed their goals and pointed their bows and arrows at the swamp zombies who crawled out of the stone houses, but the feathered arrows shot by ordinary orc warriors pierced the bodies of these swamp zombies, and at most they could only pierce a little flesh, although they provoked a low roar of the swamp zombies, but they could not cause any substantial damage.

The twenty or so wolf cavalry who had been forced into the corner by the orc guards had been lined up in a neat row, and new wolf cavalry were constantly rushing in from outside the square, and the entire Black Fang tribe had fifty wolf cavalry. At this time, only they can calmly face the corpses.

Looking at the zombies crawling out of the stone house, I was finally able to figure out these things, it seems that the chief of the Black Fang tribe, Maxine, has signed some kind of pact with the Swamp Zombie King to save Bangor Manor in this wave of corpses in the Death Swamp. But the way was a bit contrary to the dignity and glory of the orcs, and that was that he needed to sacrifice the blood of the orcs to these swamp zombies. And all this was known to the captain of the wolf cavalry, and only after that there would be such a scene as today.

"Let your men protect the werewolves of the tribe from the manor, this is the battlefield of the wolf cavalry! The life of each tribal warrior is precious. A wolf cavalryman stopped the leader of the orc guards and said calmly.

The leader of the orc guards took a deep look at the wolf cavalry who had already rushed into the square, and without too much argument, he began to adjust the deployment according to the wolf cavalry, allowing the orc warriors to evacuate the square, but the orc archers around the square still occupied a favorable position, although those ordinary arrows did not have much effect.

Those swamp zombies began to chase and kill the panicked orcs in the square, although they were slow, but they were undead monsters with first-level peak strength, they would release a spell that made people slow down, I could feel the strong earth elemental breath in the square, and my magic perception could clearly tell me that this was a range of earth magic, and it was related to gravity.

Those swamp zombies don't seem to need to recite any magic spells, they just need to stand in place to condense their mana, and a dark red six-pointed star-shaped circle will slowly appear under their feet, although this process is a bit long, but when the circle is formed, it can make the ten-square-meter area appear sluggish, and the orcs in the area will be pressed to the ground by gravity, and every step is very difficult.

Our squad had become unheeded, and looking at the empty plaza, Viru and I had made a tentative agreement to try to attack these swamp zombies as long as it was safe to do so, as they would be our worst enemies on this trip to the drowning berth.

At this time, Nelson, the captain of the wolf cavalry on the altar, stood there calmly with a scimitar, and the group of orcs who had escaped from under the executioner's axe behind him quickly fled from behind the altar with the orc children in the cage, but at this moment, the swamp corpse king, who had crawled out of the stone house first, had already walked under the altar. (To be continued.) )