Mother is a tree, my mother has been cultivating immortality for eighty years and is invincible

Before the mammoth orc leader could reach Davis, he began to shout loudly.

If you can take down the Terrans in front of you without using a single soldier, that would be the best result.

"It's annoying."

"I didn't expect to go shopping, wave after wave of people to disturb."

Davis frowned, rather dissatisfied.

The main thing is that he feels innocent.

Every time, those orcs took the lead, and it was as if he had provoked an incident.

This made him feel very bad, and he didn't want to fight nonsense with these orcs.

Davis's right hand was raised slightly, and a huge amount of large wind blades instantly condensed in the sky.

"Dodge!" "Everyone dodge!"

The mammoth orcs riding on a tall horse saw this scene, and their faces instantly became terrified.

What level seven Terran is on the other side!?

Looking at the wind blade condensed by the other party, each contained energy was more powerful than his all-out blow.

This is at least an eighth-level saint-level powerhouse, maybe ordinary saint-level powerhouses can't do it...

The mammoth orc only had time to shout twice, with a wave of Davis' right hand.

He and the hundreds of elite guards behind him were instantly covered by the wind blade and rain, cutting into pieces of meat of different sizes.

"Finally clean."

Davis's brow stretched.

Ignoring the blood on the ground, he continued to move forward.

His stubborn temper was stimulated by the operation of these orcs today, and he planned to complete this street!

At the next tea time, Davis was never disturbed again.

In front of him, the owners and customers of the shops on both sides of the street also received the news, simply packed up in advance, and all ran away.

The incomparably wide street, but now he is alone.

To be honest, there's really nothing to walk around.

"Hello friends of the Terrans."

"Old Immortal Alison, I wonder why my friends came to my Orc Imperial City? To make such a big move? "

Another half tea time passed, and on the street ahead, an orc finally appeared.

It was an elderly Beamon royal family, who did not ride a horse and walked on foot.

His strength was not bad, and he was in the middle of the eighth level saint level.

It is also the strongest in the Orc Empire, much stronger than another Saint-level early stage Bimon Orc in the inner city.

"I originally just wanted to go shopping quietly and visit the Orc Imperial City."

"But while walking, a tiger tribe behind me suddenly whipped me with a whip for no reason."

"So I killed him."

"Dozens of orc civilians around gathered around and said they wanted to kill me."

"So I killed them all."

"Two more orc guards came from behind, and they also wanted to kill me, and they wanted me to be captured."

"So I killed all these guards."

"It's that simple."

Seeing that this old man was still polite, Davis simply told what happened to him.

"Oh? I see. The

saint-level Beamon orc nodded and said in the following direction.

In fact, he didn't believe Davis's nonsense at all, but he didn't want to do anything with the other party.

He had been closed well in the palace, but he was suddenly shouted out, saying that there was an invasion of a strong enemy of the human race.

So what is there to say.

He took out his weapon and was ready to go out, intending to kill the so-called bold Terran powerhouse!

No matter how powerful a strong person is, will he be strong?

Even if he was a late Saint level of the Terran race, he dared to be tough.

However, on the way to prepare things, after a little understanding of the battle situation of the Terran powerhouse.

He hesitated.

One blow killed a level seven mammoth orc, as well as hundreds of elite guards, and cut them all into pieces of meat...

He couldn't do it at all.

If he sent out a blow with all his strength, he might be able to kill a level seven powerhouse in seconds.

But to have more other requirements, it is difficult for some strongmen.

After weighing it a little, he decided that it would be more prudent, and it would be better if he could turn the work into a victory without doing anything.

"Do you need me to hang out with you so you can be a companion?"

"We can also find a place to eat some meat."

The Saint Grade Beamon Orc suggested.

He wanted to stabilize this celebrity race first, and then inquire about the specific thoughts of the other party little by little.

And the two stay together, if the other party has any changes, they can also react at the first time.

"No, when I get to the end of this street, I'll just leave."

Davis waved his hand, he was not in the mood to be with the orcs and snakes.

Being able to explain a little is already the reason why he doesn't want to continue to do it, so as not to affect his shopping mood even more.

"Then..."

"Okay."

The Beamon Orc nodded and turned to leave.

Of course, he did not return directly to the inner city, but observed the other party from a distance, preventing this unknown Terran powerhouse from making some kind of moth.

And Davis didn't pay much attention to the behavior of this Beamon orc.

Stroll around your own street, feel free to do the rest.

Another half hour passed, and he finally came to the end of this street, and he was getting closer and closer to the inner city of the imperial city.

And that Saint-level Beamon orc tensed his nerves, afraid that the other party would attack the inner city.

"Swoosh!"

Davis suddenly volleyed.

This made the heart of the saint-level Beamon orc tremble, and the fighting qi condensed in his hand almost swung out.

However, when he found that this celebrity race powerhouse was flying towards the outside of the city, he tried his best to retract his fighting spirit.

This made him even suffer some reaction, and part of the small meridians in his right hand burst open.

Davis ignored the movement of the saint-level Beamon orcs behind him, and he flew straight out of the imperial city of the orc empire.

Then he cast a stealth spell and flew towards the sky.

When he came to an altitude of more than 100,000 meters, he let the big head turn into the form of a dragon and sat up directly.

"Go!"

"Back to the Elven Empire!"

The big head fluttered its wings, followed the command, and began to move forward rapidly.

To be honest, this journey to the Orc Empire really disappointed him.

Eat without food, drink without drink, and there is no scenery.

The various orcs around him not only looked like he was in his heart, but also had a very bad personality.

Never again!

Davis walked sassy, but left a complete shame on the imperial city of the orc empire.

Especially the king of the orc empire was very worried about whether there were other conspiracies in this.

Could this killing in the Imperial City be a provocation before the Terrans launched a war?

And who is this unknown Terran powerhouse? Which empire's patron saint?

Why wasn't there the slightest bit of information about him before?

The king gathered all the orcs who had come into contact with Davis and who had seen Davis on this street.