Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The orcs of the escort team dyed their body hair and eyes red like a balloon filled with dye exploded.

The nerves in the whole body are bulging, and the five senses, the six senses, and even the magic power can be sensed.

- "Blood Bad".

The orc race can be used as the only effective means of fighting against the superior species.

"No shots allowed!!!"

The voice of the woman's scolding awakened Iyan, who was running, causing him to slam on the brakes and crash into the trees when he was about to touch the Nightmare Seed.

boom!

The big tree collapsed, and the Nightmare Children jumped up gently and came to the front of the Ring of the Witch.

More and more orc warriors gathered.

With fear on their faces, they still flashed their sharp nails threateningly, and the rest of the common clan members were running away from here.

Yu Wuhuan took a deep breath, barely suppressed his fear, and his tail swayed unnaturally behind him.

She looked at the faceless monsters who didn't move, as if they were waiting for something, and said softly.

"My lords of the Nightmare... I just want to leave this area and have nothing to do with this war... If you can let me pass, I will be very grateful..."

Wordless silence, common nightmares don't like to communicate through voice.

Iyan, who activated "Blood Bad", swallowed, his nerves were highly nervous, and he made up his mind that once the Nightmare species wanted to make a move, even if they fought for their lives, they would protect the priestess and the tribe from leaving.

This is the responsibility that "Blood Bad" individuals must take after enjoying the convenience of materials!

Suddenly, in the tense confrontation, or the one-sided tension of the orc race, a slightly playful and cruel voice sounded.

"I thought you started working for the goblin species, but it turned out to be just a wandering clan that escaped the war and abandoned their homeland..."

The Nightmare Seed that came out of the shadows was a strange individual.

He has the organ of the mouth, the style of the windbreaker is also different from that of ordinary nightmares, and more importantly, the terrifying zigzag weapon on his shoulders.

""Crazy Blade" Mikolash..."

The Witch Ring said in a hoarse voice the name of the person who came.

A name that even the orcs with no news have heard of, one of the three chiefs of the Nightmare, a powerful existence who likes to hunt the Dragon Spirit.

How could it be... even the leader of the Nightmare... Could it be that today is the day of the demise of the clan?

The Witch Ring's heart became more and more desperate.

Mikorash took a slow pace, and the rest of the Nightmare Species consciously moved out of the way without giving orders.

In front of the women of the fox clan, the leader of the Nightmare Species looked down at the Witch Ring, and there was not even the slightest appreciation for "beauty" in his eyes, only the cruelty of killing.

"Mikolash-sama..."

The Witch Ring continued to work hard.

"As I said just now, I am not a participant in the war, and I implore you to spare me... I will disappear in this area before dark."

"Hey."

Mikolash spoke up.

However, it is not to the Witch Ring, but to the Nightmare Seed behind him.

"There's no big deal here. Pass the information of the orc race to the mind network, and then you go and kill the giants over there. No problem, right?"

'No problem, Lord Mikolash. ' replied the Nightmare.

'What about you? '

"I'll give myself a little break and play..."

Mikolash smiled, and his mimetic eyes looked at the suspected strongest orc around him.

In other words, Iiwa, who has entered the state of "Blood Bad".

"It's the first time I've seen the "Blood Bad" individuals of the Orc race, and I really want to know how far their so-called "exceeding the physical limits" can go. "

'Please come back as soon as possible, Lord Lawrence will be here soon. '

"...long-winded!"

The subordinate Nightmare Species disappeared one after another, and only Mikorash was left on the scene.

He pointed the serrated blade at the Witch's Ring.

"I don't have much interest in ordinary beasts, let them get out. But the "Blood Bad" individuals among you should stay and fight me with all their strength. "

"……I see."

No complaints, no sadness.

When the announcement of death was issued, the Witch Ring was unexpectedly relieved.

In this way, at least the people of the tribe can survive...

She turned around and said with a smile to the unwilling Lion clan elder who gritted her teeth.