ah--

The totem is calling.

The soul is burning.

Grossol has only one goal, and that is to kill the "King". Maybe killing the "King" will end everything. Even if it doesn't work, it can also give the orcs behind him some breathing time. With the complex features of the Dragon's Back Grand Canyon,

They might not be able to hold on to the terrain.

"leader!!"

The roars of the orcs came from behind.

But Grossol was undistracted, because from the moment his soul boiled, he had no way out. He had dedicated everything to the totem - just like those orcs who died in battle, they were like torches at the last moment of their lives.

Generally burning.

The epee was Grossol's favorite weapon.

Because it can cut the enemy into pieces, or smash the enemy into pieces, exerting all his power, and venting the tyranny in his heart!

"kill--!!"

The lion roars like thunder.

The blazing sword easily tore through the worm's flexible body, and even the hard fangs were chopped into pieces. The smelly blood mixed with food residue and internal organs spurted out and poured onto Grossol's body, but it was immediately cut into pieces.

The totem's fire burns to ashes.

One step at a time.

The sword's light is like fire.

"Thousands of years ago, the Human Emperor drove our orcs into the desolate Desert of Death in an attempt to use this barren land to exterminate the orcs! But we still survived tenaciously!"

Grossol's roar echoed across the desert sky.

Echoing in Dragon's Back Canyon.

Sounding an uplifting drumbeat in the hearts of all orcs.

"We have chewed grass roots, eaten poisonous insects, and drank the smelly water of the swamp!"

The heavy sword was slashed out, and the rushing worm was split into two by the heavy sword blade. The bright sword light spread backwards and left deep sword marks.

"Some orcs died in the baking sun, some orcs died in raging sandstorms, and some orcs died in the attacks of monsters, but not a single orc died on the way to escape. We move forward unyieldingly, we are like rocks

With perseverance, we will finally gain a foothold on this land!"

In the fire of the totem, the orc warlord who charged forward was like a heavy chariot, smashing into pieces the worm army. The violent force danced the heavy sword into an airtight blade storm, and everything he passed seemed to be stuffed into a garrote.

The meat machine left only the broken bodies of the old family members, and the sound of steel breaking through the air even drowned out the wails and roars of millions of worms.

Forward, forward!

No turning back!

charge!

There is no way out!

There was only blood, ashes and increasingly loud roars in the strong wind.

"No one can kill us!"

"No one can fight us off!"

"No one can enslave us!"

Grothol, armed with armor and sword, was like a whirlwind, already approaching Sigfussin Moss. His flaming body was like a flickering candle in the dark waves, like a ray in the stormy waves.

Ye Bianzhou, but stubbornly kept moving forward.

His roar has gradually become muffled.

Only the tearing sword light roared wantonly.

Standing on the fortress of Dragonspine Canyon, all the surviving orcs successfully evacuated to this last line of defense.

The respite was bought for them by the warlord.

But there was nothing they could do at the moment.

I could only watch the flame flickering in and out of the overwhelming darkness.

"Da da da!"

An orc tapped his shield with red eyes.

Choking with sobs, he hummed the battle song of the Boiling Blood Clan.

"Azuka (father)——

When I die, please don't be sad.

Put me into the totem of my ancestors.

Scatter my ashes on the hills of Paros—"

Da da da--

More and more orcs knocked on their shields and started humming. The songs blended together and became louder and louder, as if they were going to blow away the entire sky!

"...so that I can see the morning wind blowing across the Gobi,

See the river Terna flowing,

Oh, and the girl with braids,

Send her a bouquet of flowers for me and tell her that I died on the battlefield.

Oh, but I am not willing to accept it!

I haven't seen the enemy's blood flowing in the river yet!

I haven’t seen their ashes scattered all over the hills yet!

That loud roar was the cry of his comrades.

That melodious horn is the final chapter of the attack.

Ancestor! Please take my soul to see——

See the sitting wolf galloping and tearing apart the dusk.

Seeing the collision of armors makes the beast's blood boil.

Look at the sharp sword, piercing the skin!

Bless you, my comrade!

The swords are clashing, and you are unbeatable!

Amidst all the suffering, you hold hope!

May the souls of your ancestors protect you,

May the spirit of the earth accompany you,

May the boiling blood forge you!

At dawn, dawn is recast!

Boiling blood and burning soul, the orcs are eternal!

For the tribe—!!!”

All the orcs roared in unison.

At the same time, the orc warlord in the endless black tide roared into the sky.

"For the tribe!!"

Red blood burst out from all over the body, and was ignited by the totem fire and turned into steaming mist.

He doesn't need to defend, he just needs to rush forward.

Let the wanton blood soak into the armor.

Let red cracks appear on the body.

"drink!!"

A roar.

The soul of the ancestor emerged behind Grotsol - it was a huge golden lion-man.

He holds a giant sword, his eyes emit golden flames, and his movements merge into one with Grotsol.

A sword slashed out, facing the "king" of the worm.

boom--

A thunderous roar shook the ground.
To be continued...