In the ancient forest, which has not yet been completely ruled by the dragons, a team of orcs is preparing to do a big thing.

They're going to... Dragon Hunting!

Hunt the world, the majestic ruler.

Use their blood and death to challenge the authority of the overlord.

This seems to be self-defeating.

As one of the races in the Western world, the orc kingdom has also been purged by the dragons.

It's just different from the rout of the Terrans.

Although the orcs have been devastated by the devastation, they still have a belligerent and daring heart.

They have never enjoyed true prosperity, so savagery has given them the determination to face death and not be afraid of challenges.

At this time, in front of this group of orc elites, there was a giant dragon that was still underage.

The dragon was clearly not fully aware of the danger and frolicked on the shore of the lake in the forest.

The saliva that dripped from his mouth had turned the originally good lake water into a highly poisonous lake.

Many of the creatures that lived in the lake turned their bellies and floated up.

"The first team, raise the shield! Block! The second team uses the spear... No need to quench the poison, the third team prepares bows and arrows, shoot!"

The hideous and ferocious orc elites, locked on the young dragon, who seemed to have little perception of danger at this moment, and unceremoniously began to prepare to attack.

Roar!

A violent roar, with gusts of wind, came wildly.

The leaves that fell were also shattered even more in this roar.

In the midst of the storm, the figure of the dragon with the arrow flashed rapidly, although his body looked huge, but his speed was just as amazing, and it did not become sluggish because of the huge body.

Every time he flickered, he brought up a splash of blood.

The orcs roared in rage, waving their weapons in a messy manner.

Courage cannot be used as strength, except for the first wave of sneak attacks that played a small role, and in the subsequent battles, they have no advantage at all.

At this moment, an orc powerhouse who was originally hidden in the crowd made a move.

He wielded a great axe and slashed at the young dragon's head.

Rumble!

The axe slammed into the ground.

The dragon, though young, had an advantage in speed, and moved away from the axe just before it was about to leave.

At this time, the strength of the orc powerhouse had been exhausted, and before the new power was born, the young dragon writhed flexibly in mid-air. The whole roared down, grabbed the giant man's neck, and opened his hideous mouth.

With a click, the huge head of the orc powerhouse broke off from the neck and was swallowed whole by the young dragon.

Bang!

Three heavy weapons smashed into the corpse of the dead orc powerhouse, shattering his corpse. And the young dragon, who was supposed to be shattered with the corpse of the orc powerhouse, deftly dodged the sneak attack. Looking at these orcs fiercely, the scale armor all over his body trembled, and the bone spurs all over his body suddenly all flew out with a roar.

Each bone spur has a strong green color, which obviously contains extremely fierce and ferocious poison.

One by one, the bone spurs flew out messily, and suddenly the beasts screamed. Those orcs who were unfortunate enough to be hit by bone spurs turned green in the blink of an eye.

Later, in the poison, it turned into pus and blood, and the bones were gone.

This juvenile dragon is one of the more common poisonous dragons among the demon dragons.

The death of a large number of their fellow orcs did not make the orcs retreat.

They are not afraid of death.

Willing to use their own corpses, for their own compatriots, to pave a path to victory.

In the midst of the shouts, a heavy, savage blade mixed with a fierce wind blocked the surroundings and headed towards the young poisonous dragon.

Although the young poisonous dragon is not very old, he has inherited memories, so he is no stranger to fighting.

At this time, he flickered left and right, his claws pulled, and he stubbornly blocked a series of attacks. Just lost those bone spurs on its body, and the defense of its body was suddenly greatly reduced, and the fierce heavy weapons smashed on its body at once, rendering the scale armor of its body blood-red.

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, containing violently poisonous blood, dripping to the ground, corroding the ground into large pits. The young poisonous dragon grinned with teeth, golden eyes, and stared coldly at the remaining orcs.

Suddenly, from the mouth of an orc, an old song began to be sung.

The song is simple, quaint and mysterious.

And in this song, the appearance of this orc is changing dramatically.

He was originally just a wolf-headed human body, walking upright.

And with the singing, his body began to become huge, and the muscles and limbs that had been degraded became savage and stout.

He crawled on the ground like a savage, ignorant wolf without any higher intelligence.

Whew!

The giant wolf roared, and then took the lead and pounced on the young poisonous dragon.

The other orcs who came with them were silent at first.

More orcs then began to sing along with the ballad.

Their bodies have changed.

Wild boars, giant bears, tigers, lions and leopards...

The beastly orcs frantically pounced on the juvenile poisonous dragon.

Under the entanglement of many fierce beasts, the injuries on the young poisonous dragon's body became more and more serious.

Finally he couldn't resist anymore and turned around, trying to escape.

"Death must stop him, and his companions must not be sacrificed in vain!" shouted an unchanging orc.

Completely degraded, the orcs who turned into giant beasts cannot be saved.

This is a fact that the orcs have recognized for countless years.

Those orcs who degenerate into behemoths will eventually live as wild beasts, or be hunted down, or die old in the wild mountains and forests.

They also no longer have an ego.

A large number of ferocious blades, mixed with the fighting spirit of the orcs, fell fiercely and brutally.

Boom... ！

More than a dozen orcs gathered in mid-air, and then turned into a huge battle axe, a battle axe that shimmered with terrifying light, just like a divine weapon in the hands of an ancient god, with boundless majesty.

With more than a dozen loud shouts in unison, the huge battle axe fiercely intercepted the way of the young poisonous dragon and swept towards its whole body.

The scales all over his body exploded, and the young poisonous dragon roared, and a ball of energy flashing green ghost fire shot out of his mouth in the pitch black.

This is the dragon's breath guaranteed by the dragons.

In the air, the dragon's breath collided with the fighting spirit battle axe, and a wave of qi that was so strong that it was indescribable.

With the churning of the air waves, countless ancient trees were uprooted and blown dozens of feet away. Some of the ancient trees that were closer to each other were directly shattered by the air blast.

The tumbling broken leaves and broken wood, spun together, rushed towards the sky, and in the roar and roar of many fierce beasts, the body of the young poisonous dragon fell heavily to the ground.

An orc stepped forward with a determined, heavy step, and then brandished a giant blade and slashed off the head of the young venom dragon.

He held the young dragon's head aloft.

A trance and shouts followed.

"Let's go! Let's take the dragon's corpse back, the shaman of the fox clan has a way to refine the dragon's blood, he will use the dragon's flesh and bones to make a decoction to quench the body... Our children, they will be stronger than us!"

"Sooner or later, this land, which has been ravaged and ruled by dragons, will once again belong to us orcs!" shouted the orcs who led the team.

Ulla!

Ulla!

In the midst of a large number of cheers, several giant beasts, the last of their senses in their eyes were about to dissipate, they reluctantly glanced in the direction of the tribe, and then quickly rushed into the mountain forest.

Just like the orc leader said.

As long as the children grow up!

Those who have grown up are more powerful than their parents, so the glory that belongs to the orcs will come sooner or later.

Leaving the ancient forest where the orcs roamed.

The gaze kept going north.

In the far north, the bitter cold wind whipped the frozen land.

The top of the mountain, which rises abruptly like a knife's edge, has warm spring water that turns into an unfrozen waterfall from the heights. And it is precisely because of this waterfall that it gave birth to a rare warm place in the north under the waterfall... It is more suitable for human habitation.

The young man with his upper body on his upper body, revealing his strong muscles, was climbing the mountain with perseverance.

Walking against the waterfall, it seems that I want to go to the top of the mountain to have a look.

Whew... ！

The powerful impact of the water, as well as the cold wind that rushed from all directions, turned into a forcible whip and threw it on his body fiercely.

The slippery stone could not be fully forced, and the boy did not step on his feet steadily, and fell from the halfway point of the mountain.

Then he slammed into the warm pool.

"Holler, you're trying again?"

"Didn't Mr. Tiger tell you that you can't continue to venture and climb?"

And a young girl, standing at the water's edge, shouted at the fallen boy.

The boy suddenly stood up from the pool, his strong chest rising and falling.

Although he is still very young, he already carries a strong and strong male hormone.

"I know... However, the Dragon Slayer Sword Immortal also said that as long as I can climb this mountain with my bare hands and without borrowing any external force, he will teach me the art of slaying dragons. The boy's eyes flashed with intense intent.

Strong belief and self-confidence seemed to echo in him at any time.

He never seemed to doubt that he would be able to conquer the towering mountain in the cold wind with his flesh and his own hands.

Even this mountain was once the faith of many wilderness people in the Far North.

Holler, an ordinary teenager who is not ordinary.

His mother was once a princess of the Condor Empire.

And his father is the third son of the fallen Lord of Light.

In his body, there is the triple bloodline of gods, humans, and ancient demons.

In the near future, he will become one of the most mainstream heroes of the Western Terrans, leading the Northland Wrath Legion, driving the snow beast to fight against the Demon Dragon Legion, and being revered as the 'King of Hore'.

Until the mountains and seas were crossed by the true immortals, he was one of the most brilliant people who symbolized the hope of mankind.

Woo woo woo · ！

A loud voice broke the silence of the moment.

The people of the village, both men and women, rushed out of the house as fast as they could.

Then a large number of heavy equipment is quickly activated.

Far away... Several black dots could already be seen, moving rapidly, approaching the village.

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