Chapter 677 Clan Rebellion

Northern Black Stone Mountains, southern Wulogo Prairie, on the banks of Binler.

"It hurts"

"ah!"

"The damn empire, the god Geush is on, my legs"

"Save me, adult, please save me! Don't throw me here!"

Beside the rush of the river, the wounded was moaning everywhere, and the blood flowing the river redd the river again.

These orcs were blew up by the fire, or were burned by the flames, and even half of the body was blown up, but they were panting.

The shamans of the tribe wandered around, treating those who were injured, applying herbs and performing cell witchcraft for them, and those who were overwhelming were directly let go.

Once someone dies, the orcs will throw its corpse ruthlessly into the river, let it become part of the Binler River, and even the orcs with serious injuries and loss of consciousness and still have breathing are also pushed to the river.

This is the behavior that fits the teachings of Gewus -the orc is an eternal soldier. All the diseases, weakness, lame or not suitable for war should be cleared.

"Father God is on."

"Can we only die here?"

Looking at a corpse and even surviving the same family, they were thrown into the river. The orcs would inevitably have the sorrowful heart of the rabbit fox, and the atmosphere around him became more and more depressed and desperate.

In the hidden point of the valley, the chiefs of many clan such as black crows, frost wolves, and rock lizards gathered together and were holding a secret talks.

"Do we really want to do this? Soro him" The leader of the rock lizard was still hesitant, after all, he witnessed Solo's strength with his own eyes.

After getting the mysterious "gift", Solo's strength is no longer inferior to the former chief of the chief.

"What are you afraid of, is he still daring to be a big race and can't kill us all?" The leader of the Black Crow clan sneered.

The leader of the frost wolf clan took a step forward and bluntly said: "We must leave the Red Blood Tribe! To go on this way, the elite of our respective clan will only be consumed by them!

After Lord Batu's death, the Red Blood Tribe has already died! Only he can lead our orcs to conquer the world! "

The frost wolf clan has been complaining with the Black Raven for a long time, and has the bloody hatred of generations, but at this moment, they stand rarely on the same front.

Solo trained low orcs, so that the lunatics who were not worthy of being called "orcs" plundered the resources on the Wugo Prairie, which had caused the dissatisfaction of the orc leaders of the orcs.

Before the war began, they also had a hint of expectations for Solo, and they could still swallow their eloquence because of the overall situation of the orcs and stayed in the Red Blood Tribe.

However, after the end of the war, after the end of the orcs, the end of the orcs, the end of the war, the end of the war, the leaders of these clans could not bear it -the red blood tribe, especially the Soro chief to bully!

They want to regain the autonomy of the clan!

They want to return to the Wugo Prairie, kill the greedy and low orcs, and regain the grassland and hunting field of their clan!

"Yes, Soro has been corroded by the power of the low -class orcs. He is not worthy of our leader."

"I even doubt. The weird power of creating a low orc is not given by the Father God, but Solo sacrificed the people and traded with the existence of the alien!"

"He is insulting the father, insulting the great orc family!"

"Before the sacrifice of Lord Batu, Soro was just a general in the red blood tribe. What qualifications are ordered to order our clan leaders?"

"He is not worthy! This guy consumes the resources of the grassland and produces millions of garbage. What about the ending? We didn't even touch the city wall of Avadeldam!"

"Solo is not worthy of being called an orc! He is the chief of the orcs, not us!"

Suddenly, more than 20 clan leaders present were angry and furious, barefoot, venting their resentment to the red blood tribe and the Emperor Solo, and couldn't wait to kill him.

There is an primitive democratic system within the orc group. Only the orcs recognized by the leaders of each clan can be eligible to become the owner of the orcs, which is the so -called "chief".

Hundreds of years ago, a major chief caused public anger and was exiled by the orcs of the clan, and the abolished chief was eventually frozen to death in the wilderness.

Now, although the leaders of the clan have no way to run Solo, they can lead their tribes to leave the Red Blood Tribe, so that the so -called "chief" becomes the commander of the light.

The leader of the frost wolf clan stood up to raise the weapon in his hand, and said, "Everyone, we will go back to contact their respective tribes in the past few days, and shared the uprising in the early morning of three days.

Remember, to divide the troops in more than a dozen roads, and escape in different directions, so that he cannot concentrate his strength to retain us.

At that time, the so -called red blood tribe huh, left it to Solo and his hybrids. "

The leaders of the Tu Beast clan clapped and said, "Yes, that's it, I have said that those greedy and stupid hybrids have not matched with us!"

"Hahahaha, since Soro and Mock like to be orcs so much, let them stay with these hybrids for a lifetime!"

The leaders of the clan laughed on their waists, and they had been enough for such a day to hide in Tibet, and it was enough to be the insultation and abuse of Solo.

Sack looked around, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "By the way, no one can reveal this matter. If anyone dares to tell Solo, I will make him live a life worse than death!"

"Pa, pa, pa!"

Suddenly, there was a round of applause from the heads of the clan leaders, followed by a familiar voice: "You really surprised me!"

The tone was sarcastic at first, and then turned into uncontrollable anger and resentment: "You - traitors of the orcs!"

Hearing that voice, Sack's expression suddenly changed, his face pale, he slowly raised his head, and said the name with trembling lips: "So, Solo, why are you here?"

"What?"

"Damn it! When did he come?"

"You, you look up, it turns out he has been here all the time!" The clan leader's voice was filled with tears.

The orcs all looked up and saw Solo standing on the top of the cliff, looking down at them, his face was ferocious, veins bulged on his forehead, his cloudy eyes were full of murderous intent, and his six-meter-tall strong body was like a hill.

Next to him were two strong and burly green-skinned orcs, who were also nearly five meters tall, wearing heavy armor made of various parts, with sharp steel claws on their hands and grim smiles on their faces.

These extremely tall orcs stood at the top of the valley, casting a huge shadow that enveloped several clan leaders.

"Chief Sosolo."

"You misunderstood."

"Yes, did you hear it wrong? How could we be traitors?"

There was a crackling sound, and the weapons in the hands of the clan leaders fell to the ground. They looked at each other, with astonishment and panic on their faces.

The moment Solo showed up, the clan leaders who were originally indignant were like their spines were broken under the overwhelming pressure, and they could not stand up no matter what.

Only Sak of the Frostwolf clan did not surrender.

Although his face was pale and almost bloodless, he still held the spear tightly with trembling hands, barely supported his body to stand up, and asked: "Solo, Solo, what makes you the chief?

You, you emptied the entire Ugo grassland and created millions of low-level orcs, but you were beaten back by the Burning Empire! You are not worthy at all-"

"Shua-"

First, there was a blast caused by the air being torn apart, followed by a crisp sound of "puff" as flesh and bones were pierced.

Sak's words undoubtedly touched Solo's sore spot. In a rage, the chieftain actually threw the spear in his hand at Sak.

Blood gushed out, the spear pierced through the orc's head, but the tip of the spear extended from the buttocks and pierced deeply into the rock behind him.

The chief of the Frostwolf clan, the famous orc warrior Sak, was nailed to the wall by Solo's casual blow!

Sak died with his eyes open, his body raised his head, looking at Solo with unbelievable eyes, until he died, he didn't believe that Solo really dared to kill him.

For a while, the valley was silent, and it took a long time before someone said

"Sak. Dead."

"He's dead."

"He was nailed to the rock."

He was the leader of the Frostwolf clan, Sak! His men were in charge of thousands of wolf cavalrymen, and even Batu respected him and treated him with the courtesy of an elder.

No mistakes in one sentence, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

But now, Solo actually killed him like this? As easy as killing a chicken?

In an instant, the clan leaders in the valley felt a great fear in their hearts. The rules they had passed down for thousands of years seemed to be broken.

"Chief, I am innocent! I was bewitched by them!"

"I have no intention of rebelling either. It was Sak! It was that dead ghost who proposed it! You must distinguish right from wrong. I have been fighting for the orcs!"

"Chief, please spare me. We, the Jackdaw Clan, are willing to do our best to be loyal to you!"

For a while, there were cries and begging for mercy in the valley. In front of Sak's bloody corpse, these clan leaders no longer had the prestige of the past. They were just like a group of wild dogs wagging their tails for mercy.

The leader of the Rock Lizard Clan buried his body deep in the ground, kowtowed with tears on his face, and didn't care even if his forehead was covered with blood.

Solo looked down at them, with disgust and disdain in his eyes.

The more these clan leaders begged for mercy, the more Solo looked down on them, and the more he wanted to kill them all.

He said in a cold voice: "Just now Sak asked me why I became the chief of the Red Blood Tribe. I think the answer should be very clear now."

Sak shook his fist, which was bigger than an ordinary person's head, and grinned: "Just with this! I can kill all of you by myself, isn't that enough?"

"Enough, enough."

"Too much."

The clan leaders in the valley nodded in agreement, their faces full of humility and flattery, just wanting to keep their lives.

After all, Sak's body was still warm and bleeding.

But Solo didn't care about their reactions and continued, "The great father god Gruumsh once said: If you want to die early, then show weakness to others, because - the weak do not deserve to live in the world."

"Boom!"

Solo jumped down from the top of the cliff, causing the ground to tremble and dust to fly, and also made many clan leaders stiff and unable to move.

He held the spear stuck in Sak's head and pulled it out with a little force.

Suddenly, the warm blood and brain were sprayed as thin as a fountain, splashing on Solo's face and body, but he turned a blind eye and didn't care, just staring at those clan leaders.

Solo took the surroundings, and the blood on his face was like a totem, revealing a strange, bloody, and mysterious atmosphere.

"You have enough power, but you try to defeat the red blood tribe. After being broken by me, you do n’t resist, but choose to kneel and ask for mercy. Do you think you are qualified to live?"

"What?"

"Do you want to kill everyone?"

"Solo, you bully too much! You killed us, and the red blood tribe will fall apart!"

"Sac as it is dead, we can still be with each other! Don't force us to go!"

Suddenly, the orcs in the valley changed greatly, and the emotions such as despair, panic, and anger appeared involuntarily.

Some people even yelled: "Solo! If all clan united, even if you are a real god family, you will inevitably die!"

But Solo went straight out of the valley, and didn't even return his head, but he said with a sink: "Give me to clear these traitors."

"Yes, the chief."

"I like to do such a thing!"

Under the frightened eyes of the clan leaders, the two extremely burly and strong green skin orcs on the cliff smiled madly and jumped down.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Miscellaneous! Do you want to eat the Lord? I ordered you to get out of this in the name of pure blood orcs!"

"Stay away from me!"

The clan leaders in the valley strongly supported the momentum and scolded anger, and it seemed that they could drive them away.

However, the two green -skinned orcs were unmoved, and they smiled and waved the steel claws in their hands. They saw a white light flashed, blood split, and splashing their stabilized limbs.

However, for a while, the valley became a bloody slaughterhouse. The rock wall was soaked in blood, and the clan leaders were around the corpse, and the two orcs were taking a bloody body and half kneeling behind Solo.

"The chief, we have killed this group of hometown."

"It's so refreshing."

These two green orcs are the new orcs selected by Solo. Their names are Galon and Monte, both of which are extremely fantasies to kill.

Soro nodded lightly, and seemed to be a trivial matter: "Cut off their heads and hang it outside the camp to see the reactions of those clan soldiers.

If someone shows the tendency to rebel, kill them all, anyway, this is just a group of old -fashioned disabled. "

When he heard that he could kill again, the two orcs were very happy, and they quickly got this good matter.

Solo turned his head, looked at the pile of corpses, and said lightly, "Yes, put their corpses into the mother's river.

Although they are all weak cowards, they are indeed a lot stronger than ordinary orcs. They should be able to cultivate stronger and larger orcs. "

"Yes, the chief."

The two orcs responded in unison, and then went to clean up those residuals with joy, ready to start the next killing feast.

Solo raised his head and looked south again, and his eyes were full of hatred: "Wait, the Ember Empire, that day is not far away" (This chapter is finished)