Two days are not long, but for those who are waiting for reinforcements during the war, even a short hour will become as long as a century.

This is the same for the Frost Wolf Tribe and the Orc Army, because they are all waiting for their respective reinforcements.

However, compared with the Frost Wolf Tribe who guards the high walls, the orcs may be in a worse mood.

"Damn it! Clan, attack! Humans, shameless!" The leader of the Blood Axe clan angrily smashed the table, and the expression on his face seemed more ferocious because of his anger, which made the leader of the small clan who reported the situation to him suddenly become a channel for the leader of the Blood Axe clan to vent his anger.

"Since you have decided to kill all the human tribes, don't mind the resistance. In the end, you're just struggling to death." The man in the black robe looked at the angry leader of the Blood Axe clan. His slippery voice spoke frivolously in an indifferent tone, and also looked at the leader of the small clan beside him, and asked him: "Who is the attack on those orcs? Humans should not have the ability to cross the camp and sneak attack the orcs behind them, right?"

"White, flying, human!" Faced with the question of the man in black, the leader of the small clan was more frightened than the leader of the Blood Axe clan, and answered his questions carefully, even his forehead and back were covered in sweat.

"A flying human? Is it the human the day before yesterday? It seems that the mage who helped humans is not simple. If we intervene to this level, it seems that our plan will be accelerated." The man in the black robe could not see his expression under the cover of the black cloth, but the meaning in his words was unquestionable. His eyes looked at the leader of the small clan even trembled all over: "So far, how many orcs are there in the camp?"

"Originally, 70%." Although the leader of the small clan could not remember the number of orcs, he could still remember about how many orcs had arrived.

The man in black robe naturally felt not very satisfied with this number, but he did not intend to investigate it in depth. Under the attack of Belfast, 70% of the orcs were still scheduled to arrive at the camp of the orc army. This was enough for the man in black robe to carry out the next plan.

"Gomin, make up for it?" At this time, the leader of the Dead Clan, who was sitting next to the black robe, suddenly spoke up and put forward his own suggestions. For those Goblins who can only serve as reserve grain on weekdays, the leader of the Dead Clan has no favoritism. If the Goblins can be used to make up for the missing amount, it is a good way to use waste.

The man in black robe looked at the leader of the Dead Clan, as if surprised by his suggestion, but shook his head and said, "The souls of those goblins are too bad. If they are to use them to make up for the shortage, all three goblins will not be as good as one orc. Forget it, we don't have that much time to waste. Although the current number is only 70%, it is already barely enough to use it to carry out the plan."

"The plan goes smoothly! Master, army! Humans, perish!" Seeing the man in black robe say this, the leader of the Dead clan had to give up the idea of ​​using goblins to make up for the shortage. However, he was still a little worried and looked at the leader of the Evil Yue clan who had not spoken among the four major clans.

Among the orc clans, the four most powerful clans are Blood Ri, Blood Axe, Death Head and Evil Moon. The female leader of the Blood Ri clan was defeated and captured. They are currently imprisoned by Abel in the Frost Wolf Tribe. The Blood Ri clan is already discussing choosing a new clan leader. It is only because the female leader has advanced to the legend and may be rescued. The Blood Ri clan has not really selected a new leader. It is just that the former female leader's deputy temporarily commands the Blood Ri clan.

As for the Blood Axe clan and the Dead Clan, although the leader of the Blood Axe clan lost a blood axe passed down from generation to generation due to the defeat in the last battle, this incident did not affect his rule over the Blood Axe clan. Or until the real result of this war against the Frost Wolf tribe, this incident could not shake his rule over the Blood Axe clan. However, if the battle continues to fail, or if the leader of the Blood Axe clan makes any mistakes again, his position is not so stable.

The leader of the Death Clan is the most powerful among the four major clan leaders. Not only is the power powerful, but the leader of the Death Clan is also the most fierce, cunning and cruel among the four major clan leaders. The Death Clan is also the most cruel among all orc clans.

Although other orc clans will use goblins as reserve grain when they are short of food, only the Dead Clan will include goblins in their daily recipes. Compared with other orc clans, even the orcs of the Dead Clan will appear more fierce and cruel than the orcs of other tribes. This is also the reason why the leader of the Dead Clan is almost equivalent to the commander of the orc army.

The leader of the Evil Yue clan, who had never spoken or even had no sense of existence, did not even look like an orc.

The leader of the Evil Yue clan, who was hunched over, looked shriveled and old, with dry and drooping skin on his body, as if he was on a skeleton. However, judging from his tall figure, when he was young, he probably wouldn't be inferior to the other two major clan leaders present.

The dress of other orcs was a little different. The leader of the Evil Yue clan was covered with a thick layer of fur, which seemed to be very afraid of the cold. Even in the tent, the position he was sitting at was still closest to the fire, which made him look like an old orc who was afraid of the cold and thin. It seemed that even any orc seemed stronger than him, and could even knock him down with a slight push.

But no one of the orc clan leaders sitting in this tent would despise the old orc, and even the man in black robe was vaguely afraid of him.

"The sacrifice... is not enough, summoning the gods... promised reinforcements, can they... defeat...human? Mage... obstruct." The old orc's voice was as old as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing, but when he opened his mouth, there was no orc in the tent listening without focusing. Moreover, unlike the simple language ability of other orcs, the old orcs could express his own slight fluently, but it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and what he said was still a bit intermittent.

"Don't worry, the master's army is invincible! No one can resist the attack of the master's army, and that mage will not be our obstacle. The master's army will crush him like an ant." Black Rou obviously had great confidence in his master.

The old orc looked at the man in black robe with his dim and turbid eyes, and did not say much, but nodded slightly, and then roasted himself on his own. The drooping eyelids made people feel that it seemed that speaking just now had caused a great burden to him.

Seeing that the old orc had no objection, the man in black robe looked at each other with the leader of the dead clan, and at the same time looked at the leader of the small clan standing in front of him. The man in black robe spoke, "Salvation, let's start."

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A large open space was cleared out in the middle of the camp of the orc army, and some ditches were dug on the ground. If you look down from the sky, you can see that these ditches formed an inverted triangle pattern, and in the middle of the triangle, there was an open one-eye.

At this time, in the camp, the strong orcs brought the orcs one by one to the edge of the ditches, and then knelt on the ground, then cut off their heads with one knife, allowing the blood of these orcs to flow into the ditches, and threw the cut heads into the center of the open space, which was where the one-eyed pattern was located.

These powerful orcs were very efficient at slaughtering half-orcs, and soon their heads were piled up on the one-eyed pattern, and a large amount of blood had been accumulated in the ditches that formed the pattern. Although they only made the ditches half full, this still filled the entire orc camp with a strong smell of blood.

These orcs were not willing to be slaughtered like livestock, nor did they not have tried to escape, but the orcs who had the courage to try to escape and resist had their heads piled up at the bottom of the hill-like pile of human heads.

Standing next to the ditch, the black-robed man and the three major clan leaders watched the massacre, and the expressions on his face did not change much. Perhaps the faces under the black cloth of the black cloth were filled with pleasure, but under the obstruction of the black cloth, no one could see through what his expression was.

"Killing is indeed the best sacrifice to the master. These souls will surely satisfy the master." The man in the black robe's voice became even more sticky, as if two tentacles were rubbing with mucus. Even the black robe on his body was shaking unnaturally, as if he was extremely excited because of this feast of killing. A rotten tentacle even poked out from under his black robe, reached into the ditch, dipped in blood with the mouthpart at the end of the tentacle, and moaned with satisfaction.

"If... your master coughs... is satisfied with the offering... then coughs... start... summoning, coughs." The old orc with a cane looked at the man in black and coughed constantly, covering his mouth and nose with a dry arm, and seemed to not like such rich blood. He glanced at the man in black and white and his drooping eyelids covered his disgusting eyes very well.

"That's...of course!" The man in black robe seemed to be extremely excited, and suddenly tore open the black robe on his body, revealing his body that had been covering him.

Under the black robe, there was also an orc body, but it looked very deformed. His twisted spine made his body tilt to one side. His left arm, which was shrinking like a bird's claw, was tightly pressed against his swollen body, and had been embedded in the flesh. Under his torso, a leg seemed to have gone the opposite, with the soles of his feet and knees facing behind him.

If it were just like this, the man in black robe would not be very unpleasant. He was just a deformed child. However, on this deformed body, countless tentacles of all sizes emerged from under his skin, and were filled with ulcers and traces of rottenness. Even the thickest tentacle grew directly from his left eye. The thick tentacle grew on his face, pushing his facial features aside, twisting and deforming, as if there was only this tentacle on his entire head.

The man in black robe who took off his black robe stood beside the ditch, dipped his tentacles in blood on himself, and kept chanting creepy words in his mouth. Each word seemed to have terrible power, which made the leaders of the three clans standing beside him feel the fear and trembling from the heart. Although the leaders of the three clans were not affected by their strong will, this was enough to make them full of vigilance against the man in black robe.

As the man in black robe recited, he seemed to communicate with an existence in the dark, and a blood-red light fell from the sky and enveloped his head like a hill.

Under the red light, the heads piled up into small hills began to melt gradually. This melting did not mean that these heads turned into blood, but melted like a candle that had been roasted, melted into a pool of mud. However, countless faces could be seen above this pool of flesh and blood.

The melted flesh and blood were stretched into the shape of an arch under the red light, and the blood in the ditch was constantly rushing towards the arch. When the arch condensed and formed, all the blood flowed into the arch, forming a blood curtain, like a curtain covering the arch with blood condensed.
Chapter completed!