"My lord, those orcs are approaching." Justin walked over to Raphael, who was on deck, and although Raphael was holding a telescope looking at the situation in the distance, it was still necessary for him as an adjutant to focus on some information. For example, the other person is entering their second trap.

"I have to say, Justin. Maybe I'm a little too high on these orcs to be so easily provoked. Raphael's words were a little speechless, and at first he thought that the arrangements would not work at all, but he could not bear to dampen the enthusiasm of his subordinates, so he did not say it. I didn't expect it to be accurate, as if these orcs had drilled into a trap themselves.

"Those orcs were also captured by us like this before, and we already have some experience." Justin hurriedly straightened his demeanor, and was able to impress the lord with them, this kind of opportunity is not available every year.

On the other hand, the orc ship has gradually been consumed by the demonic fire, and the orcs in the cabin have already taken their weapons in their hands and are standing on the deck. There was bloodthirsty excitement in everyone's expressions, and no one was afraid, just as no one thought they would fail.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a loud thud underneath the ship, and the ship shook violently again.

"What's going on?" The old orc's brows were tightly gathered, and what had happened today made him feel bad. It's just killing a bunch of humans, and everything doesn't go well.

"My lord, I've hit the rocks!" An orc in the back ran wildly and reported on the ship.

"Hit the rocks? Such a big sea, so we are so lucky to run into it? This human really has some means, and I really underestimate him. The old orc snorted coldly, but there was no panic on his face.

And he was on his knees, like the most pious monk, and he was chanting with words. In the air, a cyclone turned slightly, as if in response to his call.

"Wrath of the Gods!"

As the last somewhat muffled voice came out, a series of furious thunder fell from within the cyclone, like a python scurrying through the sky, shooting directly at the location of Raphael's fleet.

"Ghost Prophet, it's an interesting profession indeed." Raphael glanced up at the cyclone in the air, in which he sensed the power of the other planes.

"Countermeasures." Raphael's hand was raised, and the dark circle characters were stacked on top of each other, and then rushed towards the angry thunder that fell from the sky, and when these angry thunders touched this air wave, they rushed back in the opposite direction like a mouse seeing a cat.

The speed was faster than when it fell, and the circle rushed towards the cyclone, like a tailor mending clothes, and the cyclone slowly stopped rotating, and finally calmed down.

"It seems that the other party really has some skills." The old orc's face was full of solemnity when he saw that his move had been cracked so easily, and his previous disdain had dissipated at this moment.

The strength of the other party is worthy of their attention, and it is also worth their killing!

The ship was already tilting to one side, but the orcs on board did not panic, even when the old orc missed, as if they had a great deal to rely on.

"My lord, those orcs are at the end of their crossbows, shall we send them home with a round of artillery strikes?" Even here, Justin could feel the intense murderous aura coming from those orcs, which made his heart burst out for no reason. I'm afraid that there will be any changes in this matter in the middle. Although these orcs are good sparring partners, it is obviously not cost-effective to put their lives into it for this.

"Don't worry, the other party's back hand is coming out." Raphael tucked the binoculars back into the storage ring and let the sea breeze blow his clothes to the sound of hunting.

"......" Justin heard Raphael say this, and understood that the lord must have sensed something. At the moment, he didn't speak, just quietly looked at the sinking battleship opposite.

At this time, it was supposed to be Ah Meng and the others to complete the finishing work, but just when they were about to make a move, Raphael passed them a dormant order. This caused them to stop their actions and stay quietly underwater, silently observing the situation above the sea.

"It's not a good thing to be too arrogant, young people still have to know how to restrain some of their sharpness, otherwise they will only hurt themselves and others." A very flat voice came from the other party's cabin, speaking the lingua franca of the continent, and the speaker spoke in a very kind tone, like a teacher teaching an apprentice.

As he spoke, an orc slowly walked out from the encirclement of the orcs, he was wearing a gorgeous black robe, the wooden stick in his hand was very straight, and the power emanating from it shook the air around him, and he looked like a high-end product. It's better than the old orc is carrying, I don't know how much.

"These words coming out of the mouths of a group of executioners are really educational, aren't they?" Raphael smiled, the sarcasm between his words palpable.

"We are here to survive, unlike you human greed. You have come to this god-given land for your own selfish desires, and the beast gods are only purging you ignorant creatures according to the orders of God Io. "This orc priest stood at the bow of the ship, and this person was surprisingly young, which made people have a great sensory change in the profession of sacrifice.

"Cleaning? You are not afraid of the wind when you say this, and you will flash your tongue. If you have the ability not to say this in front of me, run to the Temple of the Three Gods and shout like this, then I really admire you. What's the point of putting these harsh words in front of me? Raphael was amused by the words of the orc sacrifice, and the orcs who admired killing had put themselves in such a high position. Also clean?

Don't dare to say anything else, if you really let the orcs occupy the initiative in this land, then you don't have to wait for the year of the expedition, this world must be the year of the expedition every day.

"......" The orc sacrifice was gagged by Raphael's words, it was okay to blow and blow down with these humans, if he really ran to the temple of the three gods and shouted, it was not a human who would be cleansed, but himself.

"Sharp-toothed guy, I don't know if your kung fu is as good as your verbal kung fu." The orc priest decided not to have anything to do with this human anymore, and killed this human as soon as possible, grabbed dozens of big ships to go back, and his status in the group would inevitably be improved.

It was not easy for him to get such a great opportunity, and the competition among orcs was far more cruel than that of humans. If you can't come up with some actual credit, there will be a large number of people who will set their sights on this position.

"I'm afraid that not only will you not be smart enough, but your hands and feet may be broken, and you will end up like this at a young age. It's pitiful, pathetic, lamentable. "This orc sacrifice is still playing with himself, maybe this guy's speech ability can be among the best among the orcs, but compared to Raphael, it is really more than a cut behind.

"You!" The orc sacrifice was naturally not stupid, and heard the threat in Raphael's words. The clarity in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a hint of bloodthirsty emotion. After all, he was still too young to have the sophistication of those old orc sacrifices. A few words made him lose his due calm.

"Call of Blood!" And he put the staff in his hand on the ground a little. In the air, a drop of blood emitting a faint golden light came out of thin air. Inside, there was a heart-beating voice, 'Whew!' With a loud roar coming from within, it was clear that something was about to come out of it.

"Counter-summoning." Although he didn't know what the other party was summoning, Raphael had already used his magic when that drop of golden blood appeared, and for the understanding of space, plane, and time, Raphael must have far surpassed the beast sacrifice, and his magic judgment passed directly.

But the beast tribe sacrifice was not reconciled to this, "Bloodletting!" ”

With his order, the orcs behind him slashed their weapons towards their arms, and streams of blood flew upwards in a gravity-defying way, rushing into the drop of blood, and saw that the golden blood that had been languishing and shrinking seemed to have gained new strength and burst out of life again.

The orcs below fell to the ground weakly, obviously taking a great toll on their bodies. But no one bothered to seal the wound, and looked at the drop of golden blood with a feverish expression, as if it was something to be proud of to be able to die for it.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came from the golden blood, and then I saw a creature with a snake drive, two wings on its hands, and a strange head coming out of it, and a smell of blood that was so thick that it could not be dissolved came from its body. A long tongue protruded from the sharp teeth, and thick saliva flowed down from it.

"Biped Wyvern, I didn't expect that this beast clan sacrifice is really not a guy who only knows how to fight with mouth cannons, and there are really some real materials. But if he thinks that just this thing can keep me at bay, isn't that a little too whimsical? ”

The Wyvern, a monster kept in captivity by the orc priests. These guys are so ferocious that sometimes they even prey on orcs. However, they were not feared and expelled by the orcs, but were amazed by the strength of the creatures. Orcs always do this, and they will maintain respect for those powerful creatures.

However, it does seem that this guy is still a little younger, and if he summons an evolution and mutant of the Wyvern, Raphael may still find it a little troublesome. But an ordinary bipedal wyvern, that's really a little underestimating him.

"Roar!!" The sky darkened when he heard a roar far more violent than the Wyvern coming from the fleet behind Raphael, and saw a huge dragon flapping its wings, looking at the Wyvern in the air.

"Giant ...... Dragon! Even the orcs swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, their mouths a little unfavorable. The other party would have such a terrifying monster, which surprised them.

"Afraid of what? Isn't it just a dragon? Today I'm going to bathe you in dragon blood! There was not the slightest fear in the words of this orc sacrifice, on the contrary, there was a look of eagerness. If he can bathe in dragon blood, then let alone consolidate his position. Maybe you can also get the favor of the beast god and get more divine skills.

The bipedal wyvern was not frightened by the size of the other party, and even seemed a little eager to try it. I have to say that this aggressive nature is really the same as that of the beasts. It's not unreasonable that the two can be so compatible.

Elliot Hazlitt saw that this little worm dared to shout in front of him, and felt that his dignity had been challenged, and he finally found his pomp as a dragon during this time, and these ugly things not only did not kneel down and repent of their crimes loudly when they saw themselves, but also looked like they were eager to try, what does this mean?

Raphael and Iyeft Abraham treated themselves like this, and he endured it. After all, these are two big guys, and he can't afford to mess with them. But these guys obviously didn't deserve to be like this, so he was furious.

"You stupid guys, seeing that Elliot Hazlitt doesn't know basic etiquette, I'll let you know what happened to you today when you underestimate Lord Ben!"

As he spoke, Elliot Hazlitt swooped down from the air, and a pair of sharp dragon claws grabbed directly at the bipedal wyvern, not knowing what politeness was. However, the bipedal wyvern is obviously not stupid, as soon as the wings flap, the body quickly broke away from the attack position of the dragon claw, the flight speed of this bipedal wyvern is extremely fast, and this is also the strength of their race, especially those bipedal wyverns who have been specially cultivated by orc sacrifices.

"Annoyed little bugs!" Elliot Hazlitt's inevitable claw was dodged, and the dragon's face was obviously a little uncontrollable, and the previous words seemed to be slapping the face.

A mouthful of dragon breath came out of his mouth, and the extremely high temperature seemed to ignite the air, making a 'crackling' sound. Undeterred, the two-legged wyvern swirled around Elliot Hazlitt with its remarkable speed and nimble body, leaving a few painless attacks on him from time to time.

And this kind of development is obviously not what Elliott Hazlitt wants to see, and finally showed his face in front of the two big guys, and his poor performance made them have a better impression of himself, is it true that he will be a patrol dragon for the rest of his life? How faceless is it to say it?

Why do you have to have the title of a beater dragon to have a hand, right?