Among the many orc tribes in the Midnight Maze, the Blood Demon tribe is the best. Their hunting team just ambushed a 12-person Red Robe team. With the advantage of numerical advantage, they wiped out the other party. Although 10 people died, everything was worth it because these Red Robe people have a different taste from rotten meat. Although the food and drinking water of the tribes in the past were all grown out of thin air in the maze with the blessing of the gods, they could meet the physiological needs of these greedy beasts, but the flavor of human flesh still greatly filled their growing taste bud needs.
In addition, the armor on them is also very good protective gear. As for some of their weapons, some of them cannot be used, but only grenades are used by beastmen.
The captain of the hunting team, Sanet, giant leader, carried a huge battle axe in his hand and returned to the nest with the team. This was a foul cabin with countless wreckages. Countless skulls made up a throne, and sat upright a horned beast leader with a mane chewing on it.
The orcs never created it, and of course they never wanted to change it. It can be understood from the stinking internal environment of this Lost Ark.
In the past, the walls and ceilings of this place would have deformed tentacles from the Chaos Realm, and they would even actively capture the fallen beastmen and send them into their own thorny esophagus to digest. But now these strange supernatural images have disappeared, and even the whispers and weird laughters that echoed in the cabins and passages like radio have disappeared.
Their homes are becoming dead, but the orcs will not be grateful for this, because it means that the blessings of the gods are leaving.
"We must find a way to get the blessings of the gods, maybe a sacrifice can be done."
The leader of the Blood Demon Tribe, Katun and Blood-Correction, tear the body of the red-robed man under his feet to himself, and the sharp beast claws stabbed into the bloody abdominal cavity again and again. The internal organs and leaked lubricating oil stirred together to exude a foul smell. These unique robed men not only had a lot of metal on their bodies, but even had oil in their blood vessels, but did not affect the appetite of the beasts.
A silver hard-shelled helmet floated in the blood, which was the residue after meals left by the leader.
Not far away, a priest hid in the shadow and watched greedily as he had everything the leader had. The beastmen were by no means good, and even when facing their fellow-men, their anger and mania, would not soften at all.
Any leader who can rule a tribe depends on strength and gifts from the gods.
"We're back!"
The hunting captain threw a corpse with only one upper body to the ground, which attracted many greedy gazes around him, but the axe that then fell on the corpse made all eyes cautious.
The scarred beast body of Sanet's giant hand was rising and falling due to heavy breathing, and the polluted air circulated freely in its lungs, but the beastman had adapted well to the filth of the midnight maze and no adverse reactions occurred.
"There are ten preys here."
The hunting captain walked to his "dining table" angrily, and the wreckage of a decadent meditator began to enjoy his prey.
The priest also walked out of the shadow and raised the eight-pointed scepter in his hand. The mysterious token that could communicate with the gods was still firmly held in its hand after several times of similar slaughter. It was a symbol of strength, and therefore its position in the tribe was second only to the leader himself, regardless of whether the other horned ones were convinced or not.
Several scarred hunters sent a piece of prey to the priest.
Even in the most barbaric tribes there is an order representing inequality. Priests symbolize the gods, so they can obtain the spoils without any labor.
The other horned beasts were attracted by the smell of blood and surrounded them. Although the fragrance of fresh meat was very attractive, the members of the group looked at the only leader, with greed and fear shining in their eyes. Naturally, no beastman revealed dissatisfaction, because fear would ensure that they were accumulated in their hearts.
The lower-level members didn't even have a chance to see them, so they could only wait for the soldiers to finish eating and search for some leftover bones.
"Did you guys take me as the leader seriously?"
The calculating blood-hardened person who stopped eating suddenly pulled out the bloody and deformed bull's head from the red-robed man's chest, and sharp teeth protruded from between its lips, with a trace of flesh and blood hooked on it.
"Why are you so recklessly attacking the red-robed men who broke into the hunting ground? They are just baits, and I plan to use these weak people to attract more fish!"
"I'm so sorry, the leader, their meat is very tempting."
The hunting captain showed no respect, and it was still eating, but its hands were holding the axe and pounding on the metal floor. The echoes of sharp metal friction and impact sounds represent a signal-the second strongest warrior in the tribe was already angry and needed an exact release.
A challenge is already brewing.
Suddenly, the priest with a crow-like face made a sinister laugh, which was the superposition of two different voices.
"The hoofless people, especially the untransformed warriors among them, will not be paid attention to the gods at all when they swallow them. The gods obviously want to strengthen and fat prey. If they eat one or two small fish, they will seduce them with tricks, and they will be even more ridiculed by the gods."
A replies from subordinates without any hesitation, with a satirical sarcasm to the leader's cleverness. If the tribe beast king ignores it, then rule will become dangerous.
With a low growl, the gray beast body covered with mane was driven by its strong muscles and finally stood upright. The figure of the priest seemed to have become much shorter in front of the black shadow.
"Gods? I think gods need a smart head now."
The filthy beast hooves stepped heavily on the ground, creating a sense of oppression like ripples.
But at the same time, the hunting captain also roared, gave up eating and walked over, put his hand on the priest's shoulder, and took the other party behind him.
"A pious warrior will not threaten the divine messenger unless it becomes cowardly and fearless, and dare not face the challenges given by the gods."
The Katon Blood-Greedy Man held his weapon and a power axe picked up from a dark corner. Although it could no longer rotate, its huge weight and the sharp serrations on it still kept it terrifyingly lethal in the brute force of the beastman.
"I've eaten too much meat and become bolder, and it's very good-"
With a heavy impact, an upcoming challenge was interrupted. With the flash of explosives, several horned beasts guarding the entrance of the "cave" were flying through the air like dolls thrown by giants. Their necks were twisted before they hit the ship's warehouse, and their brains also flowed out of the shattered skull. One animal's horn was even shattered by the impact of the explosion.