Chapter 482: Day without light (4)

The three Oaks had only the battle axe and machete in their hands. They were trapped in the narrow corners of the village. There was no way to escape, nowhere to hide, and behind them was the only cover. The whistling wind was approaching with a bitter maliciousness. .
However, the veterinary people who have an absolute number of advantages have begun to shrink back.
They were timid, they had no firm will in their steps, when they hugged them, their eyes were full of fear, and their spears were full of hesitation.
Each wave of offensive pushes Ok to retreat to the wall, and in the end they will inevitably have a hard time to resist the charge.
However, after six charges, three Oaks have knocked down dozens of enemies on the mud.
Finally, Adal saw the priest of the beast god.
He just got out of a room and was being carried by several evil orc warriors.
The tall stood upright on their overlapping palms, waving the white bone staff towards the sky above him.
The sky was overcast with clouds, and the dim, cold storm light shone on the priest's numerous ornaments and silver collars, and his messy long hair with feathers flying behind his head was like a streamer at a funeral.
He screamed loudly, hissing a vicious curse towards the thundering wind, calling the gods of the sky, the ghosts of the lower realm and all the demons of came to annihilate this group of disaster stars.
Adal felt a itch on the surface of the skin, which was not the effect of hail.
"For the beast god!"
The emergence of the priest and his screams encouraged the Beastized people. They once again swarmed up, and Ok also knew that this would be the most difficult offensive, and they all roared provocatively.
The fierce shock suddenly pushed the three Oecks back.
An Oaker's left hand was hooked by two battle axes, and the third battle axe smashed the edge of the arm guard and squeezed out thick blood.
The injured Oke backhanded his axe into the head of a veiled man, then flung off the heavy corpse and waved his weapon again.
The chisel head opposite the axe blade cracked the helmet of a war helmet and concealed the eyes.
There was also an Oke who became the focus of firepower, bullets and bows kept firing at him, and he held the battle axe and rammed it around, but there was no strength or skill in his arms.
Then a brave beastly man raised his shield to block the way forward, and the Oak's Tomahawk pierced the shield surface cleanly, and fell into the depth of his forearm.
The long-driving axe blade was suddenly stuck firmly in the tightly-tied wood, and Ok tried to pull out the weapon, but the shield-holder slammed back and released his hand.
Naoke stumbled a few times, while two hooked spears hooked his left and right ankles from below, knocking him to the ground.
The rest of the beasts immediately surrounded them and cut off the opponent's lifeline-four or five handle blades repeatedly pierced his body, picking out places without armor protection.
The ok disappeared immediately under the chaos of footsteps, and the offensive of the Beasts continued to sweep.
Ok, with his left hand injured, had fallen to his knees. He had wounds all over his body, and a pool of blood had accumulated under his feet.
The largest one still stood, holding the axe handle tightly with both hands, blood dripping from the knuckles.
Suddenly, he saw a large group of enemies suddenly receding like waves, spreading to both sides, and the priests of the Beastman appeared from it, and the evil beast people still held him in the air with the palms of the gathered.
He pointed at Oke with that bone, and in a flash, the hail-ravaged village seemed to have only two of them.
The priest spoke.
He recites the magic secret aloud, intending to weave out a spell to wipe out the enemy.
Around him, all the beasts covered their eyes or ears, and the warriors holding the priests wept and wept, because they couldn't pull their hands to resist his words.
Ok didn't understand the meaning of those words, nor did he want to understand, he clenched the sharp axe in his hands.
He now only wanted to bury the axe blade in the face covered with iron rings.
"Hurry up..."
Adal glanced behind him, and his chief had just spoken. He was leaning against a slippery rock, pressing his wounded twisted legs under him.
He raised his head and stared at Adal, trembling.
The heat was running away from the plume of mist coming out of his mouth, hail hitting them all over the body, consolidating into white clumps in Kasong's messy hair.
"what?"
"hurry up……"
Cassonne just wanted to stand up, but immediately fell down again, while pressing Adal's head into the mud.
"Do not talk."
Adal noticed that the priest started chattering at the soldiers under his command, trying to urge them to charge again to end the matter.
However, they all stood still, and the priest became restless. He kept staring at Adal and Kasong with that kind of horrified eyes, as did the other beasts.
Later, Adal realized that no one was actually staring at him or his chief.
All eyes are actually behind him.
They watched the fierce storm that approached quickly in the loud roar and dyed the whole sky dark.
Adal also turned around to witness the pace of the storm, allowing the wind and hail to come.
It was a violently pressing black cloud that rolled over like blood dripping into the water. The wind and sand and hail formed a huge wave under its impulse, like desert sand and dust covering the sky and the sun.
A large piece of crushed ice was drawn into the air by a violent whirlwind, as if it were flying petals. The edge of the thunder cloud and the abdomen spouted a dazzling lightning bolt like a sawtooth spear, lashing the end of the earth.
However, there was something beside the storm.
It threw the rolling black clouds behind him, rushing from the misty flying dust.
That is a monster.
It was a beast, a shadow in a nightmare.
It ran wildly across the burning earth, at a faster pace than the storm.
The priest's magic still summoned a demon to punish the world, but this demon does not seem to be on their side...
waaaaaaaaaaaagh! ! !
"Block him!"
The priest screamed loudly. His warriors were at a loss, but his sharp voice made everyone stunned. He hurriedly bent his bow and arrow, or raised his gun to aim.
The first wave of arrows immediately screamed at the approaching demon, and Adal immediately lowered his head.
The soldier holding bùqiāng also shot at zìyóu~EbookFREE.me~ and sent bullets into the fog as if he wanted to nail the storm thundercloud to the sky.
The demon also launched an attack.
It strode forward with great strides, and Adal could hear the ground shēnyín cracking and shattering at every heavy step.
Behind it fluttered a series of pale skulls and a broken flag. The skin was as red as ink, which is different from the evil orc red, but a kind of dark red after the blood dries up.
When it stepped on a high less than one hundred meters from Adal, it immediately spread its arms and steadily stepped on a giant rock and jumped up.
He leapt directly over the heads of Adal and Kasong.
Adal lowered his head again, and he saw the devil holding a giant axe tightly with his right hand, so large that it almost filled his eyes.
At this time, he realized how huge this demon is.
"The Beast God is on, this is... an Oker warlord!"