Accompanying the projected screen was a burst of wild laughter!

Black Bug Demon Blood was sitting on the clan leader's camp.

The laughter was wild and there was a sense of contempt.

As a high-level legendary powerhouse, Black Bug Demon Blood has been blessed by the ancestors of Draenor.

At the same time, when the dark power invades, it absorbs a lot of dark essence.

Although he has not yet broken through the boundaries of the legendary level, he is still an out-and-out strong man.

Lihuo Calrig is still calm and calm. This is a mental training.

And it knows that the witchcraft projection in front of it is not real-time communication.

There is no shaman in the Blackwater Army, so the other party can only contact it in this way.

After a burst of wild laughter, Black Bug Demon Blood finally stopped laughing.

It sat upright and leaned forward slightly, stretching out a broad and rough palm, covered with scars.

Speaking of which, this guy was almost covered in injuries, and even half of his ear was left.

"Dear Lickfire, my half-blood...brother."

Black Bug Demon Blood bites the word "mixed blood" very hard.

And for the first time, Lickfire Calrig frowned.

"We share the same ancestral bloodline, although you are only half..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Dear brother, you know I didn't mean to laugh at you."

"Okay, enough chatter, let me get to the point."

"A mysterious and unfathomable great power has favored you and me."

"This is our opportunity. With four camps, three major clans and the Blackwater Army, whoever can break through there will get a transcendent opportunity, live a new life, come to the star world again, leave an immortal reputation, and pour his thoughts and blood

Bring the killings to every world, and finally achieve godhood!"

As Black Bug Demon Blood spoke, it couldn't help but get excited. It stood up and opened its arms.

I don’t know if this gesture is embracing Lickfire Calrig, or embracing the “new life” in its mouth.

"spit!"

"Pa..."

Lickfire Calrig spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and said with a disdainful expression.

"Fancy."

"Guys who have muscles in their brains always like to add drama to themselves."

These words made the [Dark Windrider Knights] who were affiliated with Attack Camp No. 1 and the Demon Blood Clan change their expressions, but they did not dare to say anything more.

Although they are all sixth-level dark orc knights, even if they swarm them, they are still not enough for the dark swordsman Lihuo Calrig to kill them in two rounds.

The pre-prepared image does not respond to Lilfy Calrig's words.

So Black Bug Demon Blood in the projection screen was still talking to himself.

"Shouldn't we be closer than Thorodo Red Bones and Mogroga Black Muscle?"

"So we need to come closer together."

"I need you, Lihuo, you have the blood of the Demon Blood Clan in your body."

"This bloodline is richer than your despicable Draenor human mother and the equally despicable surname "Calrig"..."

"If you agree with me and accept my suggestion, then wear the black magic crystal brought by my subordinates and communicate with me through it."

"Alright, dear Lickfire, your wisdom will allow you to make the wisest decision!"

When Black Bug Demon Blood said this, he showed an ugly smile.

The projected image suddenly stopped and disappeared like an illusory bubble.

The dark orc knight, who was attracted by blood, bowed again and put the short sword stained with black blood back into its sheath.

Then it took out an irregular gray-brown crystal from its arms and held it in front of Lihuo Calrig. This dark orc knight was taller than Lihuo, but it didn't dare to have any

Offend, always bow your body and make yourself lower.

Lihuo Calrig raised his hand and picked up the gray-black crystal.

He spoke word by word in his still dry voice.

"Go back and report to your clan leader."

"The Black Water Army will not cooperate with the Demon Blood, Black Muscle, and Red Bone Clan."

"We will fight independently, just like we always have."

"Mixeds and you purebloods are not really a family."

"Go away!"

Its tone was extremely calm, and after speaking, it raised its hand and threw the gray-black crystal into the air.

Holding the long knife in his right hand, his left hand suddenly pulled out the saber on his right waist and struck it across the sword.

"Crack!"

The crystal was shattered and turned into pure dark energy and disappeared.

The space in front of Lihuo that was slashed was slightly distorted. Although it was not broken, it was enough so that its attack could affect the space.

Those [Dark Windrider Knights] who came under orders fell into silence.

After a brief pause, the leading dark orc knight bowed again.

They said nothing, for Calrigg the Fire had made it clear.

The one in front of me is the Dark Orc Sword Master. There are not many Dark Orcs who can be titled "Sword Master".

Each of them is an absolute strong man, and can even attack with a weak weapon. Don't look at the fact that Lihuo Calrig's level rating is only the legendary mid-level, but in fact, if he fights with real swords and guns, he may not be able to do it.

Lost to the legendary high-level Black Bug Demon Blood!

This is because the difference in personal combat effectiveness smooths out the simple level rating.

You must know that the specific combat power is always floating and will not be fixed.

It is relative but not absolute that high-level people suppress low-level people.

A ruthless character like Lihuo Calrig, who is also a legendary strongman, can fight across a small level without any problem!

The twelve dark orc knights turned over and returned to the fifth-level [Olog Giant Bat].

Without saying anything, the Dark Sword Saint did not stop them. It just watched these [Dark Windrider Knights] rise into the air and leave the high-altitude platform.

They headed northwest of the raid camp, bypassing Zong Shen's territory, and finally returned to the No. 1 Dark Orc Attack Camp belonging to the Demon Blood Clan.

Only the air flow generated by the giant bat's flapping wings was still hovering on the spot, making Lickfire Calrig's beard and hair flow in the wind, and he closed his eyes again.

"The wind will bring the call of living creatures."

It enters into some mysterious meditative state.

…

That's right, the Dark Orc Sword Master, Lickfire Calrig, is not actually a pure-blooded Dark Orc.

His father was once a centurion in the Demon Blood Clan, a position equivalent to the position of squadron leader in the Endless Continent.

He is not considered a high-ranking person in the entire Demon Blood Clan, he is just a little better than a nobody.

The mother of Lickfire Calrig was an ordinary human girl from the continent of Draenor.

During the war where the Dark Orcs invaded the human kingdom of Draenor, its father took away its mother as a trophy, as all Dark Orcs would do.

After a month of torture, he didn't even know his mother was pregnant with him.

Lickfire Calrig was defined as a "bastard" from the moment he was born.

If the great prophet in the clan hadn't been quite enlightened at that time, it would have been killed alive by the cheap father who used it as a prop for fun.

The world of dark orcs is so cruel.

Draenor was their ancestral continent. Until one day, another world filled with dark power merged with Draenor, and these orcs underwent tremendous changes and became dark orcs.

Their combat effectiveness and bloodline talents have been doubled.

The simple and ignorant side of the orcs has been erased, including their awe of nature and totem worship.

Dark power and evil make them cunning and crazy.

In fact, these two traits are not in conflict, and many destiny villains have such traits.

Cunning makes the dark orcs good at using all kinds of intrigues.
To be continued...