World of beasts with system

"Little pretty face?" The long curly-haired orc blinked his eyes: "My name is not pretty face, but a witch from a lowly tribe like you doesn't deserve to know my name."

The little white-faced orc looked at Wu Yue and the others with disdain, his face full of disgust.

The corner of Wu Yue's mouth twitched. She wanted to say that "white face" is not a name, but a derogatory term, but after thinking about it, she still chose to remain silent.

After all, they are not from the same era, and it would be a bit troublesome to explain it, so let him understand it that way.

The next moment, the little white-faced orc perfectly explained what it means to say the cruelest words with the most handsome face.

He waved lazily and looked in the direction of Wu Yue and the others with arrogant eyes: "Come on, kill them early so that you can go back to eat meat. I have to go back to soak in the water."

Upon hearing this, the orc warrior from the Vine Tribe with a scar on his face led a group of orcs behind him and rushed toward the people on the opposite side.

The pressure of more than a dozen gold-level orcs was released simultaneously, and the trees in the surrounding forest were affected. Each one of them bent down, as if to express their surrender to the strong one.

As the leader of the orcs, the pressure on the scarred orcs was the most powerful. Even from such a long distance, Wu Yue could feel the slightest pain when the wind carrying the pressure blew across his cheeks.

Stretching his right hand forward slightly, a simple and mysterious witch staff instantly appeared in his hand.

The simple-looking witch staff tapped the ground, and a wave of witchcraft power instantly enveloped the several orcs around him, Wu Zhu.

Yuan Lang and the others felt their bodies relax, and the pressure on the opposite side, as if the snow mountain was collapsing, instantly dissipated.

Wiping the sweat from his temples, he dodged and rushed towards the scarred orc at the front.

Not to be outdone, Teng Gan and the others followed closely behind.

"boom!"

A heart-shaking roar suddenly spread in all directions from the place where the two sides were fighting.

Wu Yue, who had already used a defensive barrier, stood calmly. The grass inside the barrier around her was still green and full of vitality, which was in sharp contrast to the surrounding deep land exposed due to the battle.

The long curly-haired orc in the distance narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wu Yue with a faint glow.

He looked at a thin figure wrapped in dark blue shiny robes beside him: "This little tribal witch is a very good defensive wizard. After all the orcs in their tribe are killed, we will arrest this little tribal witch and question him."

, go back and give this witchcraft to my father, he will definitely be very happy."

The thin figure bowed: "My lord, I will be very happy to know that you have brought back such good witchcraft."

After receiving the affirmation of the thin figure, the long curly-haired orc looked at Wu Yue, or to be precise, the eyes at the barrier around her became more and more intense.

"Be careful, don't hurt that little tribal witch."

The voice of the long curly-haired orc was not very loud, but what was different from before was that his voice at this moment carried a strange penetrating power, which was more pleasant and beguiling, reaching the ears of every orc who was fighting.

When Yuan Lang and others heard this, their expressions turned cold, and there was a ferocious murderous intent in their eyes.

They didn't think this young orc had any good intentions in giving such an order.

But the scarred orcs and the others looked extremely calm. As orc warriors, they had no way of harming the witch, so the other party's request was ignored.

"boom!"

The fierce battle produced a dull sound of physical collision. Yuan Lang looked at the scarred orc who was retreating with indifferent eyes, his heart sinking slightly.

The opponent's strength is obviously higher than his own. It seems that he must have been a gold-level orc for many years and advanced to the gold-level orc through witchcraft infusion.

But at this moment, the slightly trembling arms on Scarred Beast's side made his heart feel as if he was hit by a boulder. He looked at the Xueyue tribe orcs who were also retreating with heavy eyes.

The wizard said that the Xueyue Tribe only had one gold-level orc who had just advanced to the next level, but this orc was incredibly powerful, and he was already at the top of the gold-level.

and...

He looked at the three battlefields around him, where the orc warriors he brought were besieging the other three orc warriors of the Xueyue tribe.

Judging from the coercion emanating from them, these three people turned out to be gold-level orc warriors.

The wizard was wrong, this small tribe was not as simple as it seemed.

But as the wizard's guardian orc, he did not question the wizard's power.

Clenching his fists, the scarred orc roared angrily and charged towards the long white-haired orc opposite him again.

Yuan Lang wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips, shouted low and stepped forward to meet him. He bent down to avoid the opponent's heavy punch that seemed to blow away the wind. As his body turned, a whip kick was thrown at him with the sound of the howling wind.

on the opponent's waist.

"boom!"

There was another collision of limbs. When the Scarred Orc noticed the opponent's attack, he immediately tightened his waist muscles, and then quickly dodged away, but was still inevitably hit on the side.

He walked backwards with a bang bang bang, and stepped on the ground with a final step. In a flash, his steel-like fist hit Yuan Lang's head with a sound of breaking wind.

Yuan Lang crossed his arms in front of his chest, and with a burst of severe pain, his body suddenly flew backwards.

The scarred orc didn't miss any opportunity to seriously injure the opponent. He sneered and ducked to follow, then swung a punch at the opponent again.

Wu Yue, who was not far away, was shocked when she saw this: "Tongzi, Yuan Lang is in danger, what props can I exchange for... huh?"

Before she could finish her words, Yuan Lang's body, which seemed to be flying back uncontrollably, twisted strangely, and then the arms that had just been hit hard were strangely wrapped around the scarred orc's arms, and his body was even more...

With an incredible twist, it came to the back of the Scarred Orc.

The next moment, the arms that were soft just now suddenly swelled up. The scarred orc wanted to struggle, but he couldn't use any strength. It seemed as if he was being suppressed by an entire tall mountain range, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Why did this orc's strength suddenly become so terrifying?

Accompanied by a teeth-piercing crisp sound, the Scarred Orc's shrill roar followed.

Perhaps the shouts were too pitiful, and the three surrounding battle circles stopped in unison and quickly separated.

Or everyone in the Teng tribe looked at the sound, and their eyes tightened instantly.

At this moment, his leader was being suppressed by the opponent's white long-haired orc, his arms bent backwards in a strange posture, and his body formed a penetrating arc backwards.

At this moment, the screams were still coming from the mouth.

What shocked them was that after the white-haired orc let go of his leader, his cold eyes instantly turned to them.

The orcs felt their scalps explode, and they couldn't help but began to swallow their saliva.

"Kill! Kill him! Ah! Kill him, don't forget the wizard's words!"

The scarred orc roared with blood-red eyes. His words reminded the controlled people of the terror of the medicine wizard, and the fear of Yuan Lang in their hearts was suppressed a little.