Chapter 2011 I Hope There Is (Part 2)

"I have no choice, brother. This time, we can only rely on ourselves to get through the difficulties. If the God King is merciful to our people, maybe he will make a move. But, as you can see, the God King doesn't seem to care about us! Give up! This It's our last day alive! Enjoy it, man!"

The patriarch of the tauren said sadly, he didn't know what the god king thought, perhaps, this is a game at all, but they are not players, they are the game itself!

"Hum! Hmph! It's no big deal! I've done everything, but I haven't died. Grandma, if I'm so aggrieved, I might as well die!" The patriarch of the tiger tribe turned around and came behind the tribe.

"Clan people! No matter how dangerous the front is! For the glory of the tiger people! Kill!!"

"Kill!!!" The morale of the tiger people is so easy to mobilize. Yes, as long as the patriarch gives an order, the tiger people can charge without fear of death, because this is the dignity of the tiger people!

In the vast forest, the Behemoths are ruthlessly killing with giant iron rods, as if facing a group of ants. One hundred thousand Bimons were full of strength. Looking at their fellow clansmen who fell at their feet, the anger in their hearts had already been ignited.

"Hmph!" Looking at the tiger people in the distance, rushing towards him crazily, several Behemoths rushed up without hesitation. Death is terrible, but sometimes, death is worthless, and that is now!

"Bang bang bang...!" The iron rod hit the ground hard, and the overturned soil splashed into the air, but no one cared about it, and they still charged without fear of death. They had no way out. If they charged, they still had The hope of surviving, their clansmen, and the hope of surviving, but once they choose to escape, they have no possibility of surviving.

This is the idea that the orcs will always trust, and only by uniting can we live to the end!

However, sometimes, this belief may not be useful. When facing a strong enough enemy, unity can also make them die faster!

Half an hour later, the originally crowded forest gradually became empty. The Bimeng tribe once again lost 200,000 people, but in exchange for 20 million deaths and injuries of the low-level orc tribe.

The tiger tribe was almost wiped out, the Moon Shadow Leopard tribe had the lowest casualties, the tauren tribe had more than half the casualties, and the werewolf tribe had more than half the casualties.

The remaining 300,000 soldiers of the Bimon tribe stared at the low-level orcs in front of them. Waiting for them to get together again.

"Come here and die!" The Great Elder stood at the forefront of the Behemoths and roared loudly at the low-level orcs in front of him.

"You! As a member of the Beastman Clan, you actually want to betray the Beastman Clan! Don't you know that your family and your children are all alive under the rule of His Majesty the Beastman King?"

"As the orcs, you should be loyal to your own race! Be loyal to your majesty! Be loyal to the higher race above you! But you! You can't do anything!"

The patriarch of the Tauren stood up: "Great Elder, you are so high above you that you feel that we are weak and do not deserve sympathy! You think that we should be taken for granted as food! But I ask you! When fighting against the fallen, we, the so-called weak The same is killing the enemy, the same is charging on the front line of the battle, and those high-level dragons, what have they done? They have not appeared in previous battles, they only know how to enjoy everything we give behind! Including glory! "