It was early in the morning, and it was time for the evil beasts to go out hunting.

It's just that compared to the life near the Spine of the World, hunting on the Supreme Glacier is now more than an order of magnitude more difficult. Not only has the number of objects available for hunting plummeted, but the dangers faced by monsters and competitors have also increased.

increase rapidly.

The reason why they can still maintain such a considerable and even terrifying number now may be due to the corruption from the will of the abyss.

After being corrupted, the evil orcs possess some of the characteristics of demons, that is, their lives will not be endangered even if they do not eat for a long time.

You must know that only after the monks reach level 15 through meditation practice can they obtain the "immortal body" through the blending with "qi". From then on, they no longer need to eat and no longer age naturally.

However, everything that is too easy to obtain in this world has a price.

Even if the evil beasts can go without food for a long time like high-level monks, they will still suffer from hunger like ordinary living beings.

It is a kind of terrible torture that puts you on the edge of pain and suffering at all times, as if hunger will digest and devour you. It is enough to make life gradually move toward destruction and devouring everything under the constant torture.

It is precisely because of this instinctive 'greed' that these evil orcs eat almost anything and dare to eat anything when they fail to hunt prey.

Well, most of them still can't eat dirt and chew ore like the giant dragon. It's easy to fail to solve the hunger problem and suffer from intestinal obstruction.

But today's situation seemed a bit special. Just when the evil beasts were preparing to leave their tribe in groups, the prey that were tied to the ground to be slaughtered and their winter wolf mounts suddenly began to whimper and scream for no reason.

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At first, the evil orcs were a little confused and looked at each other, but then the snowfield ground began to tremble violently.

One of the orcs raised the monocular telescope he picked up from the battlefield hanging on his chest and took a look. He saw a vast black tide coming from the snowy field, and the entire orcs were immediately shocked.

He yelled loudly in orc language while running towards the tribe with a confused face:

"Smash! Smash! (Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Prepare to fight!)"

As a result, the evil orc tribe, which was still a little lonely due to the cold, immediately became noisy and lively, with groups of orcs pouring out of the animal skin tents, their faces full of excitement and fanaticism.

Yes, in the barren brains of the Chiefs, I only feel that the reason why they are so powerful and cannot defeat the damn 'red-skinned traitor' is that they are not united enough. The biggest reason is those who can shoot metal balls.

Iron pipes.

But if the opponent takes the initiative to send troops deep into the highest glacier, the situation will be completely different.

The opportunity to avenge the shame and eat meat has finally arrived!

Moreover, many of them who are suffering from hunger don't even bother to think about this level. They only think that regardless of victory or defeat, as long as there is a battle, that is good.

As long as there is a war, there will inevitably be a lot of corpses. Regardless of friend or foe, they are all good meat!

I saw a fully-armed orc chief using his battle ax to open the animal hide, and let out a roar that resounded over the tribe:

"What hahahaha!!! Ugh"

But just halfway through his inexplicable war cry, he was shocked to see two tracks that kept colliding with each other across the snowy field, heading straight towards him.

The orc chief could only raise his battle ax to parry, but his movements suddenly froze.

As the flying snowflakes just fell, a scarlet bloodstain appeared on his face and spread diagonally to his ribs.

With a pop, the upper body of the yet unknown chief was mixed with sticky plasma and slid to the ground. Along with a burst of heat, a large area of ​​the snow beneath his feet melted.

And his tragic death was just the beginning.

Following the two entangled figures, they crashed into this unlucky evil orc tribe.

The bloody killings have begun.

Accompanied by bursts of heart-shaking metal collisions, all beings swept away by the dissipated sword wind and the aftermath of the 'qi' energy were either split into two on the spot or exploded suddenly.

The entire evil orc tribe is full of wounded people holding broken limbs and howling in agony and collapsed tents.

Along the way, the ground was devastated.

Except for those unlucky ones who died suddenly on the spot? Before the orcs who were not affected had time to rejoice, they saw the figures of five giant dragons, red, green, black, and two white, flying rapidly from the sky.

Perhaps these evil orcs are not pleasing to the eye? Among them, the green dragon and the black dragon have ferocious clusters of turrets extending from their backs? Full firepower!

Boom boom boom boom!

For a time, the orc tribe that was originally on the ice and snow was filled with explosive gas pillars rising into the sky and stumps and debris flying in the sky, and the orcs howled.

"Wow! Sure enough, the blast of your alchemy cannonball is much faster than ours."

Bestna, who was riding on the back of her "good son" Erbai, screamed in alarm as she kept sniping at the stronger-looking orc warriors with her large and exaggerated legendary mountain crossbow. She screamed for excitement.

"Exactly? This is not fair at all."

Ellini, who was riding on the back of the red copper dragon 'Sykes', also opened her bow repeatedly. Without great strength or legendary weapons, she could only rely on her aim to catch up, and she pouted unhappily.

The figure holding two figures of Dragon Familiar Knights in its paws had just finished spitting out a mouthful of acid breath, smashing it and spitting out:

"I said you two are here to watch the battle or to compete! Why don't you just kill some corrupted orcs casually? How serious are you?"

“We’d love to!”

But the two women enjoyed it endlessly and said they didn't want to talk to him now.

'Levi' shrugged and wisely closed his mouth.

He always felt that he had offended them all since he said those words after meeting, so he had no choice but to block out the overwhelming roars of the white dragons in his ears and focus his main energy on his relationship with Deloru.

During the duel.

After being ravaged by three giant construct dragons and two white dragons, this evil orc tribe was in ruins.

But the orcs, who had survived two disasters from the sky, had just gotten up in confusion. They saw countless figures charging towards them in despair.

But this time, the first ones to rush up were not the orcs under the Beast King, but the thousands of freelancers and mercenaries who came to watch the battle.

These professionals who were concerned about the decisive battle at the top of the glacier were cutting down all the 'obstacles' in front of them on their way to 'chasing the legend' while roaring anxiously and furiously:

"Damn evil orcs! Get out of my way!"

"This is too fast! What should I do if I almost lose sight of people?

"Chasing! Maybe they will turn around later!"

An old soldier was almost foaming at the mouth.

So this group of 'vanguards' were like locusts passing through. Wherever they passed, the remaining orcs were like ravaged wheat in the fields. After being trampled horribly, they were completely crushed into the dirty snow and dust by the army of frost wolves that followed.

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At this moment, for the Blue Dragon Monk 'Levi Severn' and the Beast King Sword Master Droru who are in the midst of a battle, they already see a world that is completely different from the perspective of mortals.

Everything in the field of vision seemed to slow down, and everything was distorted by their rapid movement.

The snowflakes floating down from the sky seemed to be standing still in mid-air. They were crushed one by one as they walked through, turning into crystal ice crystals and slowly drifting away.

They didn't even pay attention to the orcs along the way. They were more like wax figures running slowly in this silver world. They were broken when touched, or even turned into hypothermic dead objects in the aftermath.

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Levi couldn't help but sigh, I am afraid that Drolu is really the most powerful and stunning 'opponent' he has ever encountered in the same class!

After more than half a century of hard work on the Spine of the World, this orc sword master has been forged into the most terrifying humanoid weapon.

This is the ultimate purity.

And this is what outsiders envy the most about Droru.

Originally, sword masters were an extremely cruel and fragile profession. The high agility they required required them to be unable to wear armor like the monks of Karatu, which meant that once they suffered a serious injury, they could easily be killed by their swords.

However, Levi's gift of blood and the surgical transformation of the Ultramarines gave him a powerful physique that surpassed that of ordinary dragonborns.

What's even more perverted is that Droru can be like the monk "Seven" at the moment. They are two professionals who cannot wear armor according to the rules, but they have thick dragon scales all over their bodies that are outrageous and despairing!

They not only have the extremely terrifying fighting power of sword masters and monks, but also have dragon-like defense and abnormal self-healing abilities.

This also creates their "desperate" fighting style that is completely different from ordinary sword masters and monks.

There was another loud bang, and 'Levi' was slashed by the sword of the orc swordmaster that seemed to come out of the wind, and was slashed on the diamond gauntlets on both arms. The whole figure was like a cannonball, smashing dozens of evil swords one after another.

The orc tents also carved two hundred-foot-long ravines on the snowfield.

Before he could stop himself, the sunlight in the sky was suddenly blocked for a moment.

Along with the continuous sound of breaking wind in the sky, Li Wei suddenly raised his head and saw what seemed to be four figures of Droru in succession, holding swords and slashing at his head one after another!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Levi retreated one after another to avoid the powerful and fatal blows. Four terrifying deep pits appeared one after another where he was originally, but the figures of the orcs in the pits quickly disappeared.

Because this is not some mysterious shadow clone, but a mirror image created by Deloru's part-time dragon shaman to confuse the target by using the water element magic factor in the air and his own speed!

As time goes by, the frequency of the orc sword master's attacks becomes higher and higher, so more and more mirror images appear around him. In addition to the slashes that are constantly rushing from all directions, there are also sword energy slashes that resemble the crescent moon rising into the sky.

This is also the dragon shaman's wonderful use of wind elements, almost achieving a terrifying bombardment that is completely different from the painting style of this world.

But facing the screaming sword energy slash, Li Wei raised his radish-thick fingers to block the sword energy slash and threw it back the way it came.

However, Droru ducked his head and hit the snowy mountain cliff behind the orc tribe, sending a massive avalanche crashing down the mountain.

[Deflect missiles]

This was originally the favorite trick used by monks to deal with the magic missiles and fireballs of mages.
To be continued...