After the disaster, I was devastated and stood on the top of the mountain, facing the somewhat wet and cold mountain wind, my black hands and eyes were floating, and I didn’t know what I was thinking.

"Great Chief!"

Kuratus came from afar, gently hammered his chest with his right hand, and then stood next to the black hand.

Yesterday's battle was dark and the earth was dark, and there was a sudden change in the middle. Although the volcano is silent today, the pungent scent of sulfur cannot even be blown away by the mountain wind. In addition, the charred body leaves a foul smell and other smells. People's eyes are sore when they mix together. If they accidentally smell it, their abdomen will be overturned and there will be no rest. After a moment, they will improvise a "flying flow down three thousand feet".

Black Hand is not an ordinary person, but he can also be called a weird person. He was unaware of the stench that ordinary people avoid. He looked down at the mess left by yesterday's battle. In silence, he suddenly sighed softly.

The sigh was as light as a mosquito, and disappeared without a trace with the mountain wind. Even though Kuratus was by his side, he subconsciously suspected that there was hearing hallucination in his ears.

While he was stunned, the black hand asked, "How are the casualties?"

"More than a thousand men disappeared, nearly two thousand people were injured, more than four hundred were seriously injured, and more than two hundred were sure that they could not be cured. The rest only takes a period of time to cultivate and fight for the chief again!"

The so-called disappearance is actually a death-free corpse. In the chaotic and dangerous environment yesterday, it is possible to fall into a deep pit or be swallowed by magma, and the ending is hard to escape. Even if one or two lucky people can escape by chance, it seems irrelevant to hundreds of casualties.

There is no winner in this battle. Fortunately, because of the existence of the Black Hand, most of the Black Stone soldiers survived. Otherwise, the ending would be like the Shadow Moon Orc, with tens of thousands of people, dead and wounded, and in the end less than two thousand survived.

The Shadow Moon Clan was completely finished and was sent to a dead end by Ner's ancestor! The Black Hand thought silently: From now on, the famous orc quote from the World Clan will never appear again, but it's a pity that this landscape is like this!

It was not until not long ago that Black Hand suddenly discovered that he had been here many times. In later generations, Shadow Moon Orcs built a fortress here, which was the famous fortress of pain!

Some of the mood was a little complicated, and the breath of the black hand couldn't help but get a little bit stronger, and his face turned pale. Kuratus next to him immediately noticed it and said with a worried look on his face: "Chief, your body..."

The soldiers only saw the great chief bravely domineering the world, smashing all the meteors with their own strength. In the scattered flying stone flames, it was like a demon god in the world soaring into the sky. They couldn't help but feel excited. Even though the action was not smooth, they did not feel afraid and their morale was even more high.

But Kuratus knew that the chief was injured internally and did not hide it from him. He just ordered that the people around him not be rumored. He secretly acquiesced to his old friend's wishes and asked the witch doctor to check it out himself.

As expected, the witch doctor was scared to death. If this injury appeared on someone else, he would probably have lost half his life. However, except for the occasional unstable breath, the black hand performed no differently than usual.

"It's nothing, just a little injury, it won't kill me!"

Feeling the confidence in the mafia's words, Kuratus hesitated for a while and finally swallowed the minister's advice into his stomach. The two of them had known each other for more than ten years, and even now, they still couldn't understand the highly respected chief and could not understand some of his decisions.

"Great Chief, what should these Shadow Moon Orcs deal with?"

"If you have good hands and feet, you will be taken back and demoted to slaves and labour. If you cannot be taken away, you will be killed on the spot!"

A light sentence determined the fate of these more than two thousand Shadow Moon Orcs. If you are unwilling to join the Black Stone clan and follow him, the great chief, to move forward, you will spend some effort to send them to see your ancestors.

Kuratus nodded. If these Shadow Moon unruly people had not resisted, how could the Black Stone clan have suffered such great losses? How could the chief be injured internally? The soldiers' anger must be vented, and the comrades' tragic death must be avenged. They can escape by chance and be killed without being directly ordered to be killed. This is the result of the ancestors of the Shadow Moon clan's ancestors and the ancestral tomb smoke coming out.

As for becoming a slave, huh, slaves are also divided into levels. I believe these people will not live long. This is the end of angering the Black Stone clan and offending the majesty of the chief!

Thinking of this, Kuratus suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "The chief, his subordinates have just come to report. According to the prisoners' explanation, the wise man arranged for people to go to the fluorescent forest land two days ago, with more than 2,000 children and more than a dozen guards. Should the soldiers be arranged to pursue immediately and eliminate the roots?"

Black Hand suddenly turned around, his eyes shiny slightly, and a little excitement was rarely seen on his face: "You mean, did the wise man arrange for someone to leave before the war? Most of them are children?"

"Yes, is there something wrong with it?"

His mouth cracked a little bit, and the black hand smiled, and he laughed directly without a prelude. He was so crazy. In Kuratus's confused gaze, he said with a crazy look: "So that's it, it turns out that you are not dead, yes, this is you! Okay, Kuratus, you don't have to worry about this matter, I will lead someone to chase him in person!"

Since coming to this world and being rescued by Daroka, the waking black hand often has the same dream. A voice in the dream kept repeating a sentence: Go to the shallow crocodile bay in the north of Gorrond, where you want something!

If it were an ordinary person, I would have been unable to suppress my curiosity and went to check it out secretly, but the black man was not right. If you ask me to go, I will go? Who are you? I don’t want the face of my great chief?

Whether it is stubborn or paranoid, he endured it anyway. He had been holding it back for several years. Later, he became accustomed to the existence of this dream. If one day it would not appear, it would be like something missing and he would feel uncomfortable all over his body.

Later, Daroka was dead, the black hand went crazy, and all the paranoia, principles, pride, orcs, all of them died. I want you to cut them into pieces and cut them into pieces!

The shallow crocodile did have what he wanted. Wherever he found a hidden cave, the black hand found three items and a piece of parchment on the stone platform deep in the cave: a two-handed hammer, a book, and a grain of sand floating in the air, shining with golden light.

The sand grain was swallowed by him, and his hands were hammered into weapons, while the book was taken back. When he unified the Black Stone clan, the warlock appeared in this world.

As for the parchment, there is only one sentence on it: You are not the only one who comes to this world, but also Ner's lord!

That's right, unlike the ignorant Ner's seldom, Black Hand knew about his existence early, and later sent people to search for it until not long ago.

Is Neozu really dead? This former great shaman, the Shadow Warlock who ranked first in the tribe with his desire for power and control, and his strength, is he really dead?

Even though he witnessed the other party dying in front of him, Heizhang still doubted in his heart. Now he finally had the answer. He was not dead yet, at least he had not died thoroughly, and was hiding among the group of children!!

The black hand was very excited, and even a flash of flush flashed on his face unconsciously. Naozu, who could be killed by someone, was not a good Naozu. He could only die completely if he killed him a hundred times and a thousand times until he felt bored in the end.

After all, this world is so lonely. He is the only one of the "acquaintances" who knows the roots and the bottom of the world. He can't be killed by himself so easily and without any challenge.

...

When Mullisa saw Cruise from afar, she was still a little distracted. She just waited for the other party to get closer and saw the expression on his face clearly, and she felt a slight shock in her heart and realized that something was wrong.

"Hurry, let everyone know, let us leave!"

It was obviously cool weather, but Cruise was sweating profusely. One reason was that he had just finished his intense exercise, and the other was that he was anxious.

"What the hell happened? You can rest for a while, don't worry!"

"I don't have time to delay, let everyone go quickly. I'm telling you the reason on the way!"

When the team set off, it was already a quarter of an hour later, and basically everyone knew the reason. No one expected that Cruise would bring back such bad news when he went out to investigate the surroundings in the morning.

"The Shadow Moon Clan was defeated, and the mysterious wise man died?"

Even now, Yu Jiali still doubts the authenticity of this news. It is not surprising that the Shadow Moon Clan is defeated. It is a group of mobs, and its opponents are well-trained warriors. Failure is normal.

But that despicable and insidious wise man, the wise man who destroyed thousands of Black Stone soldiers with his backhand, died like this? This is too incredible and it sounds like it is hard to believe.

"My aunt, when is it now? Why do you still care about a dead person? If you can't pass, the Black Stone Orc should be killed!"

Seeing that Yu Jiali was chasing the question of whether the wise man died or not, Cruise was anxious and dissatisfied and said: "This is what I said when I heard those black stone orcs chat with my own ears. You didn't see it. My goodness, the terrain there has changed. At least two, no, it is because all three hills were broken. Yes? No, there are several more hills!"

This time Cruise was really scared, and even a little incoherent. He had never seen such a ridiculous thing in his previous life, and fighting could actually change the terrain. This is a bit too cruel, right? It's even more exaggerated than filming a movie. Until now, his heart is still trembling. No matter how deep he takes, it doesn't seem to be very useful.

Looking at Cruise with contempt, Yujiali was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot. Mullisa, who was beside him, came over and explained kindly: "What's wrong with you, Cruise? Isn't this a normal thing?"

"Only...normal? You said it's normal?"

"Yes!"

Looking at Cruise with a confusing look on his face, Mullisa said in confusion: "Didn't we guessed before that wise man should be an epic powerhouse, with his halo permanent magic power, and it was expected that he could have such destructive power!"

"No, sister, I always thought that he had already attacked with all his strength that day. Now tell me not?"

"It wasn't the case. That day was just a special situation. Without anyone to stop the epic powerhouse, he could indeed achieve this level, and the other party was a spellcaster. In addition, who told you that it was a full-strength attack?"

"My second, is the epic powerhouse so powerful?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course, epic powerhouses are so powerful!"

Cruise was completely stunned. Mom, this world is so dangerous. I am so cowardly. It seems that I will go home. What should I do?

The atmosphere became a little depressed. It was able to defeat or even kill an epic powerhouse. What kind of strength should the Black Stone clan have? I dare not think deeply about the answer, and it makes people shudder when I think about it.

Cruise, immersed in his own world, did not notice it. At this moment, his eyes were silent and muttered to himself: "Damn it, the epic feels so perverted. What about the demigod behind him? There are Kiljadan, Archmond, and Sag who are more awesome than the demigod...Oh!"

Turning his head to look at Yu Jiali, who was expressionless, Cruise looked aggrieved and said with a sad face: "Sister, why did I make you angry? We won't knock on the forehead with a staff, right?"
Chapter completed!