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The old orc's left hand covered his chest that was constantly flowing with blood, and in his right hand he carried a huge silver battle axe more than two meters in size, and there were four or five notches on the blade of the axe, I don't know what it was broken by, and drops of purple blood were still dripping from it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind the old orc, it seemed to be a battlefield, countless meteorites dragged down with long black smoke tails, and deafening roars and shouts of killing continued to come out of the crystal ball.

The old orc's face was full of exhaustion, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

"Latecomer, I'm Lexa, and if you can see this image I left behind, then remember what I'm going to say next.

The power of the Demon Great Lord is too strong, and we can't resist it even if we try our best, and we have sacrificed countless heroic people, and we can't kill this Demon Great Lord, or even suppress it.

Now, we have reached the final moment, and the wrath of the Demon Lord is about to burn all the people of the Flame Plane to ashes.

We have no choice, for the sake of the inheritance of the tribe, for the sake of the orcs who will never give in.

Now, I can only cut off the plane, cut a small part of the plane of the flame plane, and use the broken time to suppress the Flame High Lord.

But before the river of time divides its tributaries, the Great Lord of the Flame will definitely be able to escape, so we have no choice, for the inheritance of the tribe, for the sake of the Flame Plane, for the sake of the orcs who will never give in and never be slaves.

We can only give up the belief in the beast god, give up the inheritance of our ancestors, we can only use our souls to drag and suppress the Great Lord of the Flame and prevent the Lord of the Flame from escaping.

People of the beast god, I hope you will forgive those valiant warriors, they are the most heroic heroes, they are not afraid of sacrifice, this idea is what I proposed.

As a shaman, but I have given up the teachings of shamans, my soul is destined to not return to the bosom of the earth, so let my soul and the souls of those orc heroes drag this damned flame lord to hell together. ”

Lexa's voice grew weaker and weaker, blood gushing out of the huge wound on his chest, and his face became paler and paler.

Lexa spun around and flew into the air.

At this time, the picture of the entire battlefield appeared in the crystal ball.

In the center of the battlefield, a huge demon was shrouded in black flames, and the pitch-black flames emitted black smoke, scorching and distorting the surrounding space, and a large area of space was constantly burned out of large holes, and the space was constantly shattered.

Kenburn couldn't see what the giant demon really looked like, only his scarlet eyes.

The Demon Lord turned around and looked at Lexa, his sharp gaze seemed to shoot directly through the crystal ball, even if it was just an image, it made everyone feel as if their souls had been suppressed.

"What a terrible look! Is this the Great Lord of the Flame?"

Morgan's face turned pale and he cried out in horror.

Lin Yun's magic power was a little disordered, and the power of the Great Lord of the Flame of Fury was so strong that it was beyond imagination, and just a look recorded by the image actually made his magic guide runes a little inoperable.

The next moment, the angle of the image in the crystal ball changed again, and around the Great Lord of Fury, the ground was covered with dense orcs.

There are at least millions of orcs, and there are tens of thousands of strong people floating in mid-air, but now, almost all the orcs are injured.

Most of the strong people floating in mid-air were very seriously injured, some were missing an arm, some were even missing two legs, and some half of their bodies were burned to char.

But all the orcs seemed to have flames burning in their eyes, looking at the huge Great Lord of Fury, none of the orcs had a trace of fear in their eyes, all of them were hatred and bravery.

Lexa floated in mid-air, put down the hand covering his chest, and slowly raised the broken battle axe in his hand with both hands, looking at the huge demon lord, Lexa's face suddenly turned red, and then roared with all his might.

"Warriors of the Orcs, from this day forward, our souls will no longer be able to merge into the earth, we will turn our backs on our faith, and we will never be able to face the people of the Beast God, we will not be able to face the Beast God.

We may not even have a chance to go to hell, we may all be spurned by the orc people who come after, and we may never be able to face our children and grandchildren again.

From this day on, in the eyes of the future orc people, we will be burned to ashes by the evil lord, we have already died, and no one can know our exploits, no one can record them.

Even many years from now, we may be sinners, traitors among the orcs.

But, do any of you regret it?"

In an instant, all the orcs raised their weapons, the raging flames burned, the huge momentum, the momentum of seeing death as if it were home, rushed into the sky, and the clouds in the sky were torn apart.

Each orc was screaming and roaring.

"No regrets!

"Orcs will never give in!"

"Kill this stupid demon!"

Lexa laughed, blood spurting wildly from his chest, but he didn't care at all.

"This is us orcs, this is worthy of our blood.

Yes, our souls will never be able to rest in peace, and even our bodies may be transformed into filthy undead creatures.

But, what does it matter, as long as we pull this filthy demon and let this damn demon accompany us, and suppress this dog* bastard forever, everything doesn't matter.

We are not afraid of what the orcs will think of us many years from now, they will scold us, spit on us, treat us as orcs, and renounce the shamanic teachings of traitors.

I'm not afraid of any of this, but I'm afraid that we have no descendants, no inheritance, no people......

I'm not afraid to give up my faith, I'm not afraid that my soul will never rest in peace, and I'm not afraid of becoming a filthy creature of the dead......

I'm afraid there won't be any orc people at all......

So, for the sake of the legacy, for the sake of the orcs, this stupid and filthy demon, the Great Lord of the Flame, go to hell with us!"

With a roar, Lexar suddenly went berserk, and then after one madness, Lexa went berserk for the second time in a row.

Second madness, this is already an ability that only a very few orc legendary heroes can master.

But Lexa didn't care about it, the armor on his body had shattered, his body had more than doubled in size, and the huge wound had broken even wider.

Lexa gritted his teeth and roared, a blood-colored light flashed on his body, and he went berserk three times......

In an instant, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on Lexa's body, and blood spurted out of these cracks like a fountain.

Roar......

With a roar, Lexa released the power of his whole body at once, and on the broken battle axe, a rune bloomed with a dazzling brilliance.

The tomahawk slashed into the air, and in an instant, the whole world was distorted, and the earth appeared apparitions, and the mountain peaks seemed to shake, and an identical mountain phantom moved away......

It seems that the whole world has been split in two by this axe, not in half, but in an identical phantom that seems to split the whole world.

The two identical lands slowly separated, and vaguely, it seemed that the land where the orc army and the flame lord were located stopped in the void, while the other world, which had no orc army and no demon lord, was constantly traveling far away.

In the world where the orc armies and demon lords are located, time seems to have stopped, the wind no longer blows, the water no longer flows, the plants on the earth have stopped growing, and everything seems to have stopped.

Time was cut open, the long river of time on the Flame Plane appeared, and the body of the Flame Plane continued to drift along the river of time, and the axe of Lexar not only cut out a small piece of space from the Flame Plane, but also cut off the time of this small piece of space.

Time stopped flowing here, but the Flame Plane continued to move forward, and slowly, the Flame Plane grew farther and farther away......

After a blow, Lexa's swollen body seemed to shrink, and it shrank to a normal size in an instant, and the flesh and blood of his whole body seemed to be gone, skinny and bone-like, his eye sockets were deep, and his body was full of dead air, this was only the last breath left, and that blow not only exhausted all his strength, but also exhausted all his life force.

"Orcs will never give in!"

Lexa fell to the ground and roared in that weak voice.

In an instant, all the orcs raised their weapons and roared with red eyes.

The Great Lord of the Flame of Rage, who didn't care much about it at first, suddenly roared when he saw that the time here was cut off, and the Flame Plane became farther and farther away with the passage of time.

The pitch-black flames swelled, like a huge ball of fire thousands of meters high, and the surrounding space was scorched and distorted, and a large space void was burned through.

The Great Lord of the Flame stretched out his claws, trying to tear open the space and pursue the plane of the Flame that slowly drifted away with the passage of time.

But at this moment, tens of thousands of strong men floating in the sky, all holding weapons, stabbed into their hearts without hesitation.

In an instant, the sky turned blood-colored, and endless blood light filled the air, quickly enveloping the entire world, and the blood of those strong people automatically flew into the sky, forming a huge alchemy circle with blood.

A corpse fell from the sky, and before it fell to the ground, the corpse had already turned into a dried corpse, and after the blood flowed, a translucent soul, with an indomitable faith, flew out of the corpse and took the initiative to fly towards the sky.

All the strong men committed suicide and died, and the army of millions of orcs also did the same thing with red eyes.

The orc wind knight in the sky stabbed the venomous spear into his heart fiercely, blood spurted into the sky, and his soul flew out.

Those bipedal wyverns, wailing constantly, seeing that their owners all committed suicide, tens of thousands of bipedal wyverns wailed together, and then all rushed to the ground, tens of thousands of bipedal wyverns, like a black rain, one after another hit the ground, one after another crashed to die there to be buried...... r1152

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