Chapter 106: : Lord of the Blast! (Miss Jiang Jiang's third lesser owe!)

"Is this where Alger was missing?" In the early morning of the next day, a bunch of orcs appeared in a messy flower town.
The battle is not small. There are a lot of elite wolf riders in and out of the town. Each body is sturdy and has a strong atmosphere. Compared with the Alger who organized the attack on the flower town at that time, it did not allow more, allowing so many such elite orcs. It is natural to be a guard.
That ’s right, it ’s the current chief of the Blast Horde: Hotter. Blast Roar!
Compared to the average orc, this chief is not very tall, or even thin, but all the orcs around him face this awesome monarch with awe in their eyes.
Hottel is a legendary existence in the Blast Tribe. His legendary life has even been used as a story script by many human bards!
Holt was born because he was too thin, and was abandoned by his father in order to be abandoned in the Black Canyon, but this small orc who was rejected by his parents did not become the ration of the black wolves in the canyon. On the contrary, the wolves seemed to know He was born extraordinary, and he chose to raise this abandoned orc. Hottel, who grew up drinking wolf milk, had a wilder wolf nature than the royal family at a very young age. When he was two or three years old, he could be like an adult black wolf. The same as prey, at the age of five, it has been able to lead a pack of wolves, and the reputation of the wolf boy is popular in the Black Canyon.
At the age of six, he strayed into the holy land of the Huo clan. He should have been put into magma for execution, but the elders of the Huo clan saw his extraordinary qualifications and personally taught his skills. At the age of 13, he broke the clan for hundreds of years The record has become the youngest swordsman of the Huobu clan by trial!
Three years later, this abandoned teenager returned to the tribe, and challenged the previous generation of chieftains as his royal blood, that is, his father: Gulad. Roaring Wind, and finally won the victory and was crowned king!
Most of the orcs at the age of 16 are still wrestling and playing with each other in the mud. They have not yet experienced adult trials, and there is no black wolf of their own.
But Holt has become a leader of a large tribe with a population of nearly one million, and one of the best characters of the orcs!
And during his decades in charge of the blast tribe, he led the tribes to fight everywhere. From no defeat, the blast tribe has grown stronger. From the weakest existence of the five major tribes in the south, it has become the existence that can almost compete with the strongest Lei tribe. .
Today, he is extremely prestigious among the tribes. From the beginning, he was not optimistic about the tribal elders. Now he has become the object of worship for the whole tribe. Now he has completed the feat that his predecessors failed to accomplish. The land that was lost for hundreds of years is taken back!
Such great achievements will inevitably make him the greatest chieftain in the history of the blast tribe, none of them!
But at this time the great chief looked very dignified. He looked at the footprints on the ground and the traces of fighting around him, and his brows were tight.
"It's a master!" After a long time, Holt slowly said: "There are no more than five people attacking Alger, and they are all masters of one hundred!"
"Is it the elite of humanity?" Asked the old man with a hunched face with a bark next to him, frowning.
"Huh" Hotter leaned over and grabbed the soil and squeezed the soil, sneered: "This footprint is not like what humans should have."
"It's the same kind?" The old man looked horrified. "How is it possible?"
"There is nothing impossible," Hotter stood up and said coldly: "In recent years, we haven't been short of Chou families on the grassland, but I'm curious, which tribe can train so many masters."
As he walked slowly outward, looking at the traces of fighting all the way, the expression on his face became more dignified, and finally stopped when he reached the valley outside the town, slowly looking at a rock wall Three goblins crucified on the board.
"Awesome strength!" The old orc couldn't help but breathe.
"Should be said to be amazing archery." Holt's eyes narrowed slightly, and his orange pupil exuded a beast-like cold light.
He looked at the position of the elven player standing more than a dozen meters away, instantly analyzed the situation at the time from the footsteps of Goblin, and then pointed to there: "That position, facing three brothers who were rushing to it at the same time. Bolling, one arrow pierced three and nailed to this position only shows that the angle of the arrow is curved! "
The old orc was shocked: "The angle of the arc, is there such a force? This precise judgment and this hole are afraid to be"
"I'm afraid it's Li Mu, he doesn't necessarily have this ability, right?" Holt said.
Li Mu. Blast Roar, his second uncle, Blast Tribe is now recognized as the strongest marksman!
The old orc opened his mouth slightly, but in the end did not refute
"Something interesting!" Holt smiled coldly: "I don't know, this kind of power is still hidden in the south"
"Master Chief, what about us?" The old orc asked anxiously.
"Go back first" Holt waved his hand and said: "The other party has a powerful ranger, the traces of retreat are handled very well, and it is easily impossible to trace. Now the most urgent thing is to guard Morondo and let the dark mouse first Be proud for a while. "
"Yes, the Chieftain is wise"
At this time, a group of masters in the mouth of the blast lord are sitting at the base of the base like a street vendor doing inhumane sales!
"Population has changed, population has changed, and the beautiful girls like flowers and jade have been replaced by sturdy flower growers, and three have changed one, and they are willing to trade!"
"The jackals have changed to flower growers, pure black hair, no variegation, good quality, retreat can be a janitor to guard, enter can be cultivated into an excellent scout, one for two flower growers, cost-effective trading, only today!"
"The ogre has changed to a flower farmer. The elite is a good variety of heavy-duty escorts. It's a must-have. What are you waiting for? Only five flower farmers can change it, first come first serve!"
A group of watching first-class players outside the base were talking.
[I go, it ’s too bad, and it ’s so blatant in broad daylight. When can I do such a thing? 】
[Why are you changing flower farmers? 】
【do not you know? Lord Lord has developed farmland contracting, and now there is a shortage of human beings who are skilled in farming. Now, the stuff is hot, one price a day. Yesterday, a jackal can change three flower farmers. Today, only two can be changed! 】
[I ’m going, then my sister sent it. Yesterday, I arrested 40 or 50 flower farmers and came back. 】
[Yeah, it turns out to be the brother of the big brother, what is your sister? 】
[Football fragrance! ] The player is proud.
[It turns out that the elf ranks as the fifth-legged gangster. He has been admiring for a long time. He is willing to exchange 100,000 federal currency for ten flower growers to help earn points. Could this man help me get in touch? 】
[Go away, I gave all my millions of pocket money to my sister and only changed five. Do you still want to change one for ten thousand? Are you thinking about fart? Go to the forum to see how much the population is now! 】