But no matter what, half of the dark orc blood flows in Lifire Calrig's body.

It is an independent individual with a deep desire for dignity and glory.

The transcendent opportunity of choosing one of the four is certainly tempting, but it doesn't want to live with the shame.

Kill these two big demons first, and then they will duel with Mogroga, or directly cooperate to find a way to eradicate humans first.

In any case, it does not want to see these two uncontrollable and unplanned great demons continue to wreak havoc. They can slaughter the warriors of the Black Muscle Clan and destroy the [Black Water Dead Zone] at will.

Seeing Zong Shen's appearance, he was not prepared to take responsibility at all, so under such circumstances, Lihuo Calrig also came up with the sincere idea of ​​joining forces with Mogroga Blackjin to deal with the big demon.

It grabbed the "black cut" sword with one hand and appeared in front of Mogroga in a flash.

There is a sharp contrast between the height of two meters and the height of seven meters. The two palms with a huge difference in size touch together. For the honor of the dark orcs, they will temporarily join forces.

Just when Lickfire Calrig and Mogroga Blackrib reached a consensus, the clones of the great demon Artorius and Magtheridon not far away had differences.

Faced with Artorius's request for it to leave here, Magtheridon's clone felt very dissatisfied.

It is enjoying the pleasure of killing, and it is also very sure that these dark orcs cannot harm it at all.

At this moment, it was just in the mood, and Artorius's dissuasion to leave seemed particularly unpleasant.

Even though Artorius remained kneeling on one knee, Magtheridon's clone still felt that this guy was despising itself. Even though it was just a clone, in fact it did not have this awareness, so it inherited it perfectly.

The pride and conceit of Magtheridon itself.

"It seems that the ten thousand years of ban have made your brain less flexible."

"Artorius, put away those cowardly thoughts."

"The proud blood-burning demon will never retreat easily."

"After a long absence, let us enjoy the joy of killing."

Magtheridon's clone opened its arms with daggers and scimitars and shouted loudly.

Artorius, who was kneeling on one knee, did not answer. He lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was struggling and thinking about something.

It didn't even care about the long-range attacks occasionally landed on it by the Black Muscle Clan warriors.

About ten seconds later, Artorius suddenly raised his head.

The expression on its face was extremely cold, and its withered cheeks made its eye sockets appear a little protruding.

The demon's eyes, which were originally calm, suddenly burst into flames.

Two real flames danced in its eyes.

"In that case..."

"I don't have to worry about it anymore. You are not the real Lord Magtheridon anyway."

"The pitiful and pitiful clone who doesn't know it is not worth my time."

It stood up and looked directly at Magtheridon's clone with burning eyes.

The "disrespectful words" spoken from its mouth made Magtheridon's clone a little distracted, and it even forgot to attack. The air seemed to have solidified, and invisible pressure shrouded it.

Artorius raised his hand and threw Rasma, who was bound by the black rope, into his mouth.

"No...no...!!!"

Accompanied by Rathma's heart-rending screams, Artorius started chewing like a rabbit.

"Gudong..."

It swallowed it quickly, with an expression of enjoyment on its face.

Seeing this scene, Zong Shen was a little stunned.

Speaking of which, he seems to have overlooked one thing, that is, there was a prompt on Artorius' attribute panel.

[After absorbing soul power, you can gradually restore a certain strength]
Chapter completed!