The Abyss Summoner of the Last Days

The man is still dead.

His head was cut off directly by the wolves' sharp blade, and even before his death, his complex emotions remained on his face.

Complex emotions of guilt, joy, and hope for the future, also tormented by pain.

The wolfman may have seen through the pain of the other person, so it did not hesitate to abandon the previous agreement and cut off the man's skull with one stroke.

The world is suddenly quiet.

Believe in the promise of an orc is like a succubus telling you that from now on it is a reason to abstain from abstinence, but your mouth will deceive, but your body is honest.

One second before the Gnoll, it seemed that he was still persuading himself to fulfill his promise and give the man the freedom he wanted, but in the second that was close to the other person, perhaps out of instinct, his long knife would kill the other person's life.

Guilt?

nonexistent.

The wolf man just patted the back of the seated wolf and let the other party devour the other's flesh. It has no human complex emotions. After all, it is just a pure beast!

Kerks witnessed all this, but this late old man did not make any obstructions, and the slaves had no rights, whether they lived, ate, or lived ...

The existence of slaves has only one meaning, that is, to please the master or to have some function.

Kerks has wisdom that is not weaker than humans, but it does not look at problems from the perspective of humans. Outside of wisdom, it is dressed like an orc.

This land belongs to its own people, and it has promised those who are loyal to its own people, and will find for them a home richer than before. At this time, its promise is faithful and fulfilled!

Blood stained the ground, but the cheese still grabbed a handful of dirt and sniffed at the tip of his nose. This was the question from his hometown.

Blood!

war!

These are two indispensable words for orcs. The convenience of war is the hometown. As a race that is not treated by any Justice League, there is only one way for orcs to obtain land, which is killing.

Kill the original race of the land, and they will become the new owners of the land.

Gobbling sounds are everywhere.

At first it was just a wolf, and it did n’t take long for some gnolls to join in this devour. Kesi looked at all this, and there was a touch of kindness in his eyes. He said to himself, "Eat more, see These children are hungry and thin. "

"Prophet, you've been feeling a little unhappy lately. I want to know, what happened?" Just then, a rough voice sounded aside.

This is a pure orc, with green skin, fangs on both sides of the mouth, and a string of beads-like decorations hanging around the neck. The most striking thing is the waist, which is a huge long knife. Even if it has not been sheathed, it still gives a very cold feeling.

The adopted son of Kerks, a true warrior.

In today's orc army of more than 100,000 people, the other party is the unquestionable leader. It can be said that as long as the day of the death of Kerks, the other party will become the chief of the tribe!

The opponent is a swordsman.

Although they are rare, Swordmaster has always been an elite warrior in the Orc tribe.

In the Horde, the adopted son of Kesi is currently the only sword sage promoted to legend.

Juggernaut!

This is a professional who is not weaker than boxing masters.

The opponent is proficient in swordsmanship, and has a mirror stroke that can compete with stalkers in low and high wind speeds, as well as the ability to clone. As for the real hole card, it is a blade storm.

The opponent will rotate at a high speed, forming a world with only swords in the surroundings. Any creatures close to it will be twisted into flesh by this horrible move!

Kerks did not marry a wife and have children in his life. It can be said that he dedicated everything to the tribe in front of him: "Nirlu, I feel the danger surrounding me."

"I saw a powerful human force not far away, and those humans will become our enemies. Before that, we need more helpers!"

"I will exert the power of the soul once more and call the masters of the clan to come and sit."

The corners of Neillu's mouth twitched a little, his face was not very good-looking, even if many people spoke to him, the company was old, and its set was no longer suitable for the current tribe. Put pressure on him and give him back to become the new chief of the tribe.

With regard to the suggestions of his men, Neil Rou was very firm. He just cut off the opponent's head with a knife and suppressed the matter.

Kerks is his adoptive father, but in the eyes of this legendary powerhouse, the other party has become an inseparable part of his life. Even without any blood relationship, the other party is himself a father!

In the eyes of Neil Rou, the son would not seek out his father ’s property. In his eyes, Keris knew everything and knew everything. Even though he was young, he was too far away from his father in terms of strategies and means. In the face of this pressure, He didn't have a good idea of ​​becoming a chief!

"Father, you have already performed the soul shackles twice. Each time you shield a crack in the plane, it will have a fatal effect on your body. Two times is already the limit. Once you cast it again, you will not only damage your life, but you will also be promoted. It will be completely closed, and it will not be a step into the upper layer for a lifetime! "

"I know."

Kesi said in a usual tone, he didn't seem to mind his life and future promotion at all, it just hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Nirlu, if you live to my age, you will know that you live longer, maybe not It's a joy, but a pain. It's not good to see loved ones falling and dying one after another. "

"I am already 139 years old this year, and my strength has already reached its peak. There is no possibility of promotion at all. Before that, it would be better for you to burn the tribe for the last time. I will summon a new helper for you, Lan. It's great, even if it has demon blood in it, it is enough to be loyal to you after all. "

"father……"

Neallu's eyes glowed with red mansions. This strong orc has never been so morbid!

"Well, the tears of the orcs are much better than before the blood. Don't be sad for me. It is a natural rule to live, die, and die. Moreover, even if the soul is damaged, I can persist for a while, and I will pave the way for you."

"Look, Neerlu!" The expression of Kerks suddenly calmed down, and a transparent barrier formed around him, blocking all the sounds around him.

"This land is beyond your imagination. Compared with our previous land, it is simply the gap between silt and gold. I want you to stay here and bring a new miracle for me and the tribe!"

"The old antiques will affect your judgement, so let them live on their own in their hometown. I will summon Rand for you. As a heroic tauren warrior, it will become your left arm and right arm with you. Expand around! "

"I'm old and can't stay with you for a lifetime. I will leave someday. At that time, I hope to see a chief who can carry the future of the tribe, not a little nibble who hides in the corner of nobody. Uh ... "

"I ..." Neil Rou hesitated, and nodded severely after seeing Kers's serious and serious eyes: "Father, rest assured, I will take the people out of this land and surround me Everything is reduced to slavery, we will become the true king of this world, I hope, you can believe me! "

Kerks!

This wicked and blood-thirsty, orthodox and killing old orc, no matter how horrible and unpredictable in front of other races, but in front of the tribe and adoptive son, it looks like another.

It is like an old man who confessed his will before his death. Even if he is about to die, he must pave the way for all his children.

From the perspective of an orc, Kerks is undoubtedly a true legend, not referring to the realm, but also a sublimation of the soul.

Kerks has pave the way for Neerlu. It has decided that he will not return to his hometown. Therefore, he will not summon the rest of the people as promised before, and he has used this technique twice. Later, the soul of Keshi has weakened to the extreme, so it needs a man who can help the adoptive son to grow the tribe together.

A tauren named Rant entered its vision.

The other party is a simple and arrogant tauren. As a think tank, even if it is not up to standard, it can be perfect for a real warrior!

It will become Neillu's right arm and will help it conquer the land and slaves here!

As for those old antiques, they are not considered by the Kerks. Even if the other party is also a helper, the complicated selfishness will disrupt most of Neilru's plans.

There are no parents in this world who do not love their children, even if the other party is not their own, but the company has fostered the other party when he was three years old, with a big hand, and tried his best to make the other party a Xeon professional. The sword master of the strength to kill the dragon, its central blood, can not be revealed to everyone in a day or two.

Kesi took a deep breath ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The rich energy immediately entered its nasal cavity. Kesi was obsessed, like an old smoker who had not seen shredded tobacco for decades.

"The tribe's glory will bloom here again. From the barren land to today, I have proved my worth to the previous chief, and it is you who will bear the pressure."

"Do n’t be afraid, go forward forever, Neil Rou, you have to remember, I will always look at you behind you and protect you, even if I will die one day, but my spirit will be beside you . "

Kerz looked at the face that was relatively immature in his eyes, with a rare smile on his face:

"Remember, orcs, you will never be defeated!"

"Because of us, never compromise!"

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