For a moment, the shaman was stunned.
"I've been running for half my life. I'm tired and don't want to run anymore." The chief's eyes seemed to see the orc warriors who fought alongside him and fought with the gods thousands of years ago. He said softly: "Actually, these years, I have been thinking that I should have
Died together with those soldiers."
"But for the so-called last hope, you and I ran here and hid for hundreds of years."
"I have witnessed my descendants being tamed into slaves, I have witnessed the orcs lose their pride and glory, and I have witnessed the tribe become slaves of gods."
"But I am hiding here for the so-called last hope."
"Sometimes, shaman, I also think about what would have happened if I had fought to the death that day."
"Maybe I won't defeat the gods, maybe I will die that day, but I will never regret it."
"I won't hide in the darkness in fear for hundreds of years, watching my own people become slaves but unable to do anything."
"Now, God has finally found us. We can finally die as warriors and die in the glory of the orcs."
The chief looked at the shaman: "Shaman, actually you also hope that this day will come soon, don't you?"
The shaman was speechless.
Those who have been hiding in dark caves for hundreds of years, not daring to step out for fear of leaking any breath.
Despair, pain, regret, regret!
That feeling is more painful than death!
"What is the last hope? When we choose to hide here, there is no hope." The chief looked at the sky, "Besides, this world is already owned by the gods, where can we hide?"
"Now we are the only two old guys left among the orcs who refuse to give in... You also said that we are the last dignity and pride of the orcs."
"I won't run away anymore." The chief sighed.
The shaman was silent, stood up tremblingly with his last strength, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said: "Then, the last battle!"
The chief clenched the rusty giant ax in his hand, raised it with some difficulty, and said in a deep voice: "The last battle!"
The chief looked at Lin Fan: "Servants of God, thank you for giving us the honor of dying as warriors...or the honor of killing you!"
"All the orcs, charge with me!"
"Roar!!"
The old chief let out a savage roar, raised the rusty giant ax instantly, stepped heavily on the ground, and rushed towards Lin Fan!
The momentum is terrifying!
This is the charge of the orcs!
The final orc charge!
The shaman blew the horn again, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the horn sound was extremely loud!
While playing the horn, he also ran behind the chief, holding the shaman's scepter in one hand!
At this moment, the shaman and the chief seemed to have returned to their youth, the battle with the gods!
Back then, when faced with the god who descended from the sky, carrying glory and carrying an army of sea beasts, they were still in their prime, holding their giant ax high, blowing their horns, and leading millions of orcs to roar and charge!
Exactly at this moment!
But now there are only two old guys left, but even so, the power is still as powerful as millions of orcs behind them!
"Roar!"
Two old orcs rushed into Lin Fan's Shura domain, but at this moment, even the swamp formed by the sticky Shura divine power could not trap them. The terrifying power made them ignore the restraints and stepped hard with their strong soles. He rushed forward with Shura's divine power, but his speed slowed down slightly!
"For the tribe!"
"For the dignity of the orcs!"
Facing the charging chief and shaman, Lin Fan's pupils shrank suddenly.
Although he was old, Lin Fan was still shocked by his savage roar, terrifying power, and crazy momentum!
Orcs, a savage race born with terrifying power!
It is conceivable that if they were young, the chief and the shaman might not be able to kill a tenth-level god if they joined forces!
"Well done!"
Lin Fan did not retreat but advanced, and also rushed forward with a knife!
The power of Shura surged all over his body, and behind Lin Fan, the strange woman also rushed towards him!
On the Shura knife, the dark and sticky Shura divine power is flowing.
"when!"
The Shura knife collided with the rusty giant axe, and the ghost and god also collided with the shaman's scepter!
The sound of impact made the world tremble.
"boom!"
Four figures flew out upside down!
The chief fell dozens of meters, stabilized his body, grabbed the shaman who also flew out, and then looked at Lin Fan: "You are not as strong as I thought."
Lin Fan also stepped back more than twenty meters, and the hand holding the Shura Sword was shaking.
"This power..."
The chief in front of me is only eighth level, and he is still in an old state, but the orcs are already powerful. In terms of the burst of power alone, this guy is on par with me!
Of course, on the one hand, it was Lin Fan who had been fighting fiercely for nine days and nine nights.
Although there are ghosts and gods constantly helping him replenish the power of ghosts and gods, most of his strength has been consumed, and he is now very tired.
The strange woman on the side looked guilty and said: "Master... I really have no strength... it has been too long. It lasted for nine days and nine nights at once. Basically, I was the one moving. I was almost drained..."
She was also very tired, because most of Lin Fan's power to defeat a hundred thousand war beasts came from her!
Defeating one hundred thousand war beasts and massacring one hundred thousand war beasts are two completely different concepts.
The slaughter was actually easy, after all, one knife could kill hundreds of them.
Defeat is more difficult than massacre. On the one hand, you must pay attention to the strength of your attack. On the other hand, those fierce beasts who are not afraid of death will still charge forward again if they have a little strength left unless they are really beaten to the point where they cannot get up. .
Now she doesn't have much strength left, and she was knocked back by a seventh-level orc shaman. This is simply humiliating for the ghosts and gods!
When ghosts and gods come, she can compete with the tenth-level gods!
Lin Fan suddenly said: "I want to enter your body."
The woman seemed to understand something and smiled: "Welcome Master to enter my body."
"I will obey all my master's orders."
At that moment, Lin Fan walked towards the woman, and the woman walked towards Lin Fan.
The next moment, the two of them merged together strangely.
It's not that the natal ghosts and gods merged into Lin Fan's body, but a complete fusion.
In an instant, the woman turned into dark liquid and enveloped Lin Fan. The majestic power of ghosts and gods stimulated every cell of Lin Fan and poured in from every pore!
At the same time, Lin Fan also felt that the terrifying aura occupied his whole body, but brought him infinite warmth, like an intoxicating embrace, allowing him to melt into it.
Lin Fan and his natal ghosts and gods merged into one at this moment, completely blending together, and the dark liquid surged like flames instantly!
"Crash!"
The dark power of Shura slowly retreated.
What was revealed was a terrifying, dark ghost and god!
Although his face looks like Lin Fan, he has two horns and his skin is pale!
The tall body is three hundred meters tall, covering the sky and the sun!
But the long jet black hair, the mouth full of fangs and the long scarlet tongue are just like that weird woman.
This is the fusion of Lin Fan and ghosts and gods.
Shura Forbidden Technique·I am a ghost and god!
In addition to the coming of ghosts and gods and the realm of Shura, there is the third combat ability possessed by God Shura!
This chapter has been completed!