Looking at the claw marks half a meter deep on the ground, the players looked at each other.

"This...is the goddess winning?"

"The tentacle-like vine just now belongs to the goddess, right?"

"It should be, that cold snort is the goddess..."

"Hell, why do I feel a little scary..."

"I also think... howling so miserably!"

"What a miserable demigod... I suddenly wanted to see how the goddess dealt with him."

"The book can be updated."

"Ah! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking..."

"Hehehe, who made planning so fussy? What's wrong with using vines?"

"Hehe...you're so dirty."

“Each one another…”

The players are filled with joy.

Although they know that the facts are definitely not what they think, they might as well make fun of it.

And the orcs were in horror.

"Walker... Lord Walker... lost?"

Giant Mountain murmured incredibly.

No orc dared to answer his words...

Judging from the scene just now, it is no longer a question of invincibility. I am afraid... it is unknown whether this legendary totem guardian can survive.

Demigod!

That's a demigod!

A demigod who has transcended the world and is only one step away from the eternal throne!

But even the demigod was caught in just a few minutes without any resistance...

Is that one in the Elf Forest... really just a false god?

The answer is already very clear.

If it was really a false god, how could it be so easy to defeat the demigod?

What's more, that's Lord Walker with an impressive record!

Plus the majestic sacred aura that appeared on the vine chain just now...

For a moment, all the orc priests felt dry in their mouths:

That...that is probably a real god!

True God!

There is actually a true god hidden in the Elf Forest!

In an instant, the orcs completely lost the courage to fight head-on.

"It's over! It's over! The God Envoy was also arrested! We're over!"

"The elves must be here to take revenge on us! Escape quickly! Let's run away!"

Soon, the cave tribe fell into chaos.

Even if the orcs have strong will and morale far higher than other ordinary races, they will lose their fighting spirit when facing a situation where they will inevitably lose... or even die.

Seeing that the situation was over, Giant Mountain no longer hesitated.

Even the demigod turned in. This war was no longer something that the only cave tribe could control.

The night travelers are gone.

After Walker was dragged away by a mysterious existence, the cunning blood clan fled.

This made Jushan feel particularly angry!

If it weren't him! If it weren't for him! How could the Rock Cave Tribe fall into this situation?

The continued resistance is meaningless.

Jushan gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"Don't fight! Elf! Don't fight again! We surrender! We will migrate, we will leave here!"

However, what puzzled Jushan was that even though he conveyed his willingness to surrender, the elf side still did not stop attacking...

"Don't fight anymore! We surrender! We surrender!"

Jushan shouted again using the amplification magic technique.

After hearing his words, the players looked at each other with strange expressions.

They laughed and continued to charge, jokingly:

"What are you doing to surrender? Keep fighting! I haven't played enough yet!"

"I want to run? No way!"

"Hahaha, the Elf Army will not take prisoners!"

"Put the head over me obediently!"

Giant Mountain:...

He widened his eyes, feeling unable to understand...

Do these elves... still want to kill them all?

Just...just them?!

Well... With the support of the Black Dragon, they can be resurrected again, but there is indeed a possibility of exhausting the orcs to death...

But... they are elves!

When did they become so cruel?

Crazy!

This is simply crazy!

He looked at the chaotic tribe and seemed to have become more than teenagers in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted:

"All tribesmen obey orders! Give up the tribe! Retreat! Let's retreat!"

Can't get entangled here anymore.

If you continue, I am afraid that the Rock Cave Tribe will really die!

After hearing the command of the chief priest, the orcs who had already been depressed also retreated one after another and began to escape from the tribe under the attack of the black dragon.

"They are going to run!"

"Sir Al! Stop them!"

"Roll! You can't let them go!"

"Big Dragon! Use dragon breath! Use dragon breath quickly!"

Seeing that the orcs were about to escape, the players were motivated and the attacks became even more fierce.

Chase!

These are all experience values ​​and contributions!

The suicide squad charged again, this time... the orcs who were running away lost their fighting spirit. They were almost hugged by the players and turned into fireworks in the joyful "fire at me".

And those players who fought for the longest and gained the most experience value can already fight back and forth with the weakest orcs as their level increases!

"Hmph! You bastards still want to escape?"

Looking at the fleeing orc, the black dragon Myriel looked ferocious.

It no longer rages among the tribe, but instead specifically picks orcs who want to escape.

I saw it grab three or five orcs with its claws, flaunted its wings and flew high, and then fell down hard.

Accompanied by miserable wail, the orcs left behind by it fell into a ball of paste.

This scene made the orcs even more frightened.

Soon, even the fleeing team collapsed and began to flee in all directions...

Looking at the chaotic situation, the orc giant mountain looked painful.

He took a deep breath, looked at the black dragon that was constantly slaughtering tribes, and roared:
To be continued...