Chapter 253 You want me to eat a horse? I'll make you eat your shit!
“Damn it, shouldn’t the Flügel be confronting the Elf Alliance and the Goblin Alliance now? Why are they here?”
With animal ears and fangs, The orcs looked at the Flügel in horror as they appeared in the sky.
Just one Flügel is already a big threat that can destroy their tribe, not to mention that there are more than one Flügel appearing above their heads, but they have already surrounded them. tribe.
“You beasts are really lagging behind in terms of news. That war has been fought long ago.”
Jibril, who fell from the sky, said this to an old one-eyed werewolf.
"I'm sorry, we don't know about this, but we don't know what the Flügel masters are doing when they come to our tribe?"
The leader of the werewolf tribe is very polite, but the gap in strength is too big. Under such circumstances, he did not dare to show any hostility towards the Flügel.
"What we are looking for is not you, what we are looking for is the God behind you. Where is He?"
Hearing this, the werewolf leader showed a troubled look.
"Why, you don't want to answer?"
"No, but we don't know where our God is."
"Hey, do you want to be eliminated?"
“Our gods have long been just legends. They have not existed since I was born. I have seen it before, and if there are still gods, it is impossible for our orc race to split into so many tribes as it is now."
The werewolf leader explained hard, fearing that his tribe would be destroyed by this group. Find their god's Flügel and kill them indiscriminately.
"So, the god of your orcs is dead?"
The Flügel pays less attention to lower-level creatures. The orcs, a race at the bottom of the race sequence, usually don't know how to do it at all. caring.
“I heard that the fox tribe further east still worships a god, but no one has seen that god, and they don’t know whether it is true or not. If all the Flügels want to find the god If so, you can go over there and have a look."
The werewolf leader said.
"Okay, since you are no longer useful, then go die."
"Ah, why?"
"Ha, you really think I can't tell that you gave that fox tribe in the east of Huoshui, a mere inferior creature who dared to use us Flügel as swordsmen? Believe it or not, I chopped off your head?"
Jibril showed a somewhat evil smile.
“Damn it, Chief, we fought with these Flügels, the blood is bad~”
A young werewolf roared, and the fur all over his body turned blood red. The old werewolf stopped him. No, the young werewolf broke through the limits of being a creature in an instant.
He arrived in front of Jibril at a speed close to the speed of sound. Just when he was about to wave his claws, Jibril kicked him away.
“Bang~”
Smashed down the cabin not far away.
“Baal!”
Other orc warriors shouted anxiously, using blood damage one after another, and rushed towards the surrounding Flügel.
Blood badness is an explosive move that can improve physical fitness in a short period of time. It is also the trump card method for orcs to survive in this world. Generally, the physical quality of individual orcs who use this skill can be increased by three to five times. .
However, there is a qualitative gap between the beings in this world who are above the sixth racial sequence and the creatures below the sixth racial sequence.
Even though these orc warriors are all bad-blooded individuals, each of them can instantly explode three to five times their body's physical strength, but facing the Flügel with ridiculously high values, they are still just a weakling.
I could only hear the endless banging sound. As fast as the werewolf orc warriors who rushed towards the Flügel rushed, they were kicked back as fast as they could. They fell to the ground one by one. Can't get up.
“Is this the bad blood of the orcs? They are really weak!”
The Flügel looked like they were not having enough fun, feeling that this group of orcs were worse than the group of irrational monsters.
At least that group of monsters are relatively durable and have fast enough recovery power, so they are barely qualified as sandbags.
"..."
Seeing that the young warriors of the tribe were defeated, the werewolf leader said nothing and silently took off his thick clothes, revealing the dense scars underneath, and his fur was covered in blood. His muscles bulged, and he rushed towards Jibril.
Things are no longer good, and death is doomed, so the only thing left to do is to show the integrity of a bad-blooded individual of the orc race.
I saw that the old werewolf leader came in front of Jibril, made a Z-shape move, dodged the long legs kicked by Jibril, and came to the back of Jibril. He knew that he was not The Flügel's opponent, now He was just preparing to inflict a scar on the suspected leader of the Flügel before dying...
However, Jibril smashed his thoughts with a spinning kick. The gap is really too big.
To the extent that even if the orcs try desperately to leave a scar on the Flügel, it is all delusional.
“Do you want to live?”
Jibril asked as she walked up to the werewolf leader who was vomiting blood.
"I think."
The werewolf leader nodded.
“If you want to survive, go and spread the word to other tribes of your orc race, telling them that no matter whether the god behind your orc race is dead or not, the new god we serve will have the Star Cup.”
< br>With these words, Jibril left with the other Flügel.
“Hey, patriarch, are we not dead?”
The fallen werewolf got up and looked at the Flügel flying away with some disbelief.
The group of battlefield death gods like Dian Lao didn't kill them casually.
“What should we do now?”
A werewolf asked the old patriarch.
“What else can we do? Send a message to those Flügels. If we don’t, I’m afraid those Flügels will come again and use Sky Strike against our tribe.”
In this world, the strong take whatever they ask for, while the weak can only bow and obey orders. The orcs can barely fight against the goblins, and they are also capable of fighting against the forest elves.
However, in the face of the Flügel, which has transcended living things, I am afraid that only by gathering the bloody individuals of several tribes, and only if the Flügel cannot fly, can we rely on the human sea tactic to consume them. A dead Flügel.
This is not a being that the orcs can fight against. The werewolf leader is about to send a message, while Jibril and other Flügels have returned to Abant Heim.
Jibril reported the situation, and Abant Heim adjusted his direction and headed towards the fox-man orc tribe.
“Race sequence 9, the spirit of the fairy species, was defeated by Lord Broly with three punches.
Race Sequence 11, the vast majority of demons only have the biological instinct of destruction, are irrational, and cannot communicate, and are being eradicated.
Its creator, the mutant individual of the Phantasmal Species [Demon King], only wanted to destroy everything in this world. He was killed by Lord Broly with one blow, and the core was destroyed together. He probably cannot be resurrected in the future.
Race Sequence 12, the vampire god has long since fallen, and the group of vampire bats living in the cave castle surrendered directly.
Race sequence 13, the moon chanting species are not in this world. They and their gods have lived on the red moon since before the war began. They have no intention of participating in the war at all, and they will not be interested in the stars. Cup has any ideas.
Race Sequence 14, the orc race, their god is under investigation and is not sure whether they have fallen.
After we get rid of the orcs, and then we get rid of the sea-dwelling species that live in the deep sea, Lord Broly will lead us to attack those races with racial sequence six and above. We are really looking forward to it! "
Every Flügel is gearing up. In the past, the God of War was not interested in causing trouble for the weak, so they have never done anything like cleaning up the world with an entire Flügel.
< br>And as soon as they think about being enemies with giants, dragons, and fantasy species in the future, these Flügels are eager to fight.
The haze caused by the death of the God of War is not there. For how long, the Flügel soon fell silent in the excitement of the new god who had been designated by the Creator to serve, and took them to persuade others (to stir up trouble)
Not long after, Abant Hey. Mu came to the top of the fox tribe, and the Flügel flew down without any concealment of their whereabouts. Under the gaze of the fox tribe who dared not speak, they took away the big stone that their village had enshrined for generations.
"This is the essence."
Azriel is more discerning.
“But this should be the penetrated marrow, right?”
Raphael said.
“So, the god of the orcs is actually dead?”
Jibril asked.
"It seems that this thing is still weakly active, and it feels like it is on the verge of recovery."
Three Flügels, you look at me, I look at you, some of them are not easy to make up their minds. So, I was going to bring this piece of sacred essence from the fox tribe to Broly.
. . . .
It turns out that in the temple of the God of War, Broly was playing chess with Croni.
"I'll play here."
Rick pulled Hubby and hid aside, not daring to look at the chessboard over there. Broly's chess skills were really too high. Rick was afraid that reading it would raise his blood pressure.
When others play chess, it's about calculating every step. When Broly plays chess, it's called doing whatever he wants. He can play back and forth, thanks to his sister, who is a very patient person who plays with children. .
If it were a normal person who knew how to play chess, he would probably find it very boring to play chess with Broly within three games.
"Lord Broly, there is something I need you to make up your mind about."
Just when Broly took the initiative to send his Queen's chess to a dead end, Croni Dora was about to pretend not to see the loss. During the chess game, Azrael walked in with a stone-shaped essence.
"Hey, have you found the god of the orcs?"
Broly asked curiously.
“I have found it, but it is not a god, but a piece of divine marrow that has been penetrated and is recovering.”
Azrael explained and handed over the stone in his hand.
"Ah, Croni, are you playing bad chess again with Broly, a bastard?"
Jibril had already approached the chess game at this time and asked.
"What do you mean by bad chess? I'm so good, I almost won."
Hearing this, Broly immediately retorted.
"Yes, yes, your side is black, whose turn is it now?"
"White."
"Then, capture your queen first, and then force Go ahead with your horse and then backhand to deal with the ones you want to get to the finish line. Pawn..."
Jibril played the deduction chess game for a while, and soon she shaved off all the black chess pieces on Broly's side, leaving only the lone black king. Faced with a scene surrounded by a large group of enemy troops.
“Look, you’re gone.”
Broly: "..."
"Jibril, don't bully Broly."
Clonie said next to her.
"Okay, then let me bully you. Let's have a game?"
Jibril pushed Broly away, sat in front of Croni, and put the chess piece Reset.
"Can I find foreign aid?"
Clonie asked.
"That iron lump is not allowed to speak."
Jibril pointed at Hubie and said, in terms of true calculation ability, even the Flügel cannot compare to the Ex-Machina.
"Then, let me do it."
Rick came over. Compared to Broly, who was a bad chess player, Jibril was a very powerful opponent.
Of course, if Jibril doesn't use the elf power to cheat, Rick and the opponent can still achieve a 30-70 draw.
But if you use cheating methods, just open it at 100.
“You are not allowed to cheat.”
Jibril stared at Rick, somewhat guarded against this guy’s cheating methods.
"Yes, but you are not allowed to cheat."
Rick was also wary of Jibril's cheating methods.
"No problem."
After reaching an agreement, the two parties started a new chess game, and Broly became an irrelevant person.
“Hey, eh, eh, don’t get off here, you should get off there.”
However, he is not considered an unrelated person, and he will still actively give Jibril advice.
“No, this step should be done by walking!”
A tic-tac-toe appeared on Jibril’s forehead.
"Ah, Rick made a mistake, use your horse and eat his horse!"
Finally, when Broly gave her guidance for the third time, Jeep Lil couldn't help it.
"You want me to eat a horse? I want you to eat a fart!"
Jibril put Broly down, sat on his face, and blocked the boy's mouth.
"Okay, the world is quiet, let's continue playing chess."
Rick: "..."
My young husband is very concerned about his own chess ability. There was no writing at all, and Nainari still pointed out the country like this. This not only angered Jibril, but was suppressed directly. But for some reason, he was a little envious of this kind of suppression.
"Rick is very envious. Do you want to be sat like this?"
Hubey noticed his envious gaze and couldn't help but ask.
“Ah, of course I don’t envy this. Who would envy this kind of thing!”
Rick quickly turned his eyes away. It was really disgusting. He was trying to figure out this young lady. After her husband turned into a very young child, Croni forbade him from saying some forbidden content in front of Broly, on the grounds that it was not good for the boy's physical and mental health.
Just wait, after the world is peaceful, he can go to the world of two with Hubi. By then, what he wants to do with Hubi will not be taboo!
With this idea in mind, Rick was full of fighting spirit. Three minutes later, he was defeated by Jibril: "Yeah, I won!"
"Damn it, you guy, did you secretly Did you use your elf power?"
"Hey, hey, you stinky monkey, you will kill me if you slander me."
Jibril warned, this is her pure chess skills. .
“By the way, what are we here for?”
At this time, Azrael reacted and asked.
Raphael: "..."
Playing with things makes you lose your mind. This is directly leading you astray.
However, there is one thing to say, chess is really fun, much more fun than ravaging those inferior creatures.
It turns out that games that are too easy to win can be boring.
On the contrary, racking your brains and fighting wits and courage...
Well, cross out the battle of wits, but the process of fighting wits is still very interesting.
This chessboard is just too crude. I will get one that can move some other time.
. . . .
“So, this is a god who is being resurrected?”
Broly asked, looking at the stone in his hand.
“It is also possible that a new god is being born.”
Azriel added that it may not be the original god who is revived by the broken marrow, but it may also be New God.
(End of this chapter)