Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 74 75. Sacrifice
Looking at the many green skins who were silent, Chen Mo didn't understand what it means to be kind and soft.

The sound of cursing and killing continued, and those dumb orcs fell to the ground screaming one by one.

"Ah, help."

"What the hell is this!"

"Run, there's something wrong with their witch."

A green-skinned orc has finally recovered from the shock of the tragic death of his family's totem warrior.

They yelled and ran around in panic, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

But this does not affect Chen Mo's killing speed at all.

Some of these orcs died of headshots, some of them were involved in refining and died of soul banners, and some finally mustered up the courage and luck to rush to Chen Mo's side, only to be crushed to death by Chen Mo's punch.

In this camp, the number of nearly hundreds of orcs was quickly reduced by half under Chen Mo's efficient killing.

The primitive people who were watching the battle were all stunned at the moment.

"Do you think Lord Maowu is as strong as Chen Mowu?"

"It's hard to compare, Chen Mowu is no longer strong or not, it's too scary."

"If Chen Mowu's truth can be passed on to us, then can our human race rise from the thousands of races?"

"This is the hope for the rise of our human race!"

"Nong Wu, Chen Mowu is your master, so you must learn the principles of Chen Mowu!"

"Well, I will."

Chen Mo's strength stimulated Nong's heart and blood, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists. He must be like his master in the future, so powerful that he can kill the shit of foreigners.

The disturbance in this camp quickly attracted the attention of other orc camps.

In one of the largest orc camps, an old and skinny orc who was incompatible with other orcs was cooking a pot of soup in a stone pot in front of a fire.

He was dressed in black and gray fur, with some gorgeous bird feathers on his head.

And the bonfire he used to cook the soup turned out to be burning out of thin air like the flames in the firepit holes in the Spear Tribe.

"This fire is getting smaller and smaller. We must quickly attack the next tribe and steal their fire, otherwise the dark night will be difficult."

The thin orc scooped up a sip of thick soup with a spoon, took a sip and smashed it down.

"My lord priest, it's not good, there is trouble in the vanguard camp!"

An orc herald rushed to report the news.

The old priest frowned, stretched out his right hand, which was as old as a dead branch, and grabbed the fire that was burning out of thin air, and put it into his pocket.

"Isn't there a totem warrior in the Pioneer Battalion?"

The orc priest asked puzzledly.

"A sorcerer came from the Spear tribe, and the totem warriors didn't even take that sorcerer's move!"

"I see, you go and call the remaining battalions of totem warriors."

"Yes, Lord Sacrifice."

The herald left immediately and hurried to report to the other totem warriors.

The orc priest narrowed his eyes, and there was a dangerous light in his eyes.

The witches of the human race generally would not leave their tribal bases, because only a witch with their fire seed could display the strongest combat effectiveness.

The Spear tribe was the one he was going to plunder this time, and their witches dared to leave the tribe. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As long as their witches were killed, it would be easy to crush the Spear Horde.

……

"die!"

Chen Mo cast a spell on a fleeing orc.

"what."

The orc fell to the ground with a scream, and was about to die suddenly.

"Ancestral Asylum!"

A cry came from afar.

A blood-red light rushed from far to near, and instantly rushed into the body of the fallen orc.

A film of light condensed on the orc's body, forcing Chen Mo's mana out of the orc's body.

Chen Mo raised his head and looked in the direction where the bloody red light came.

Only a skinny old orc, leading a group of exaggeratedly burly orc warriors, walked slowly towards the camp where Chen Mo was.

At this moment, the sun had not completely set, and the setting sun cast shadows on the burly orc.

These shadows were like a dark curtain shining towards the rescued spear people.

It made them instinctively feel the oppression and tremble.

"It's the priests of these hunting orcs, and his totem warrior!"

"Chen Mowu, run away, orc priests can use the power of their ancestors, even if the spear witch borrows the ancestral fire, it may not be able to compete."

"Yeah, Chen Mowu, run away, leave us alone, there is no fire here, you can't possibly be the opponent of that sacrificial priest, please, run away, leave us alone, we are satisfied if you can save us !"

"Noisy, tell them to shut up."

Chen Mo frowned and scolded.

Nong was also obedient. After Chen Mo gave the order, there were still clansmen who wanted to say something.

Nong directly raised his hand and gave the man a headache, and the man shut up instantly.

Don't talk nonsense as a burden, if you can't beat Chen Mo, you will naturally run away, but in Chen Mo's view, the sense of oppression of this orc priest and this team of orc warriors is very strong.

But the aura of strength and the danger it exudes are just like the strength of a spear tribe witch.

It is equivalent to the peak of Qi training, this kind of strength plus the so-called ancestral power can at most reach the level of the foundation period.

Chen Mo didn't think that a guy who relied on external force to reach the foundation stage could pose any threat to him.

However, Chen Mo didn't take the lead, because Chen Mo upholds the strategy of despising the enemy and paying attention to the enemy tactically.

Although I don't like this so-called orc priest very much, but if this orc priest is the same as those things that can invite gods, it will be disgusting.

"You don't seem to be a witch from the Spear tribe."

The orc priest looked at the young Chen Mo and paused, then spoke.

"Wandering wandering witch? You shouldn't be involved in this battle. You will die here. Let me give you a suggestion. Leave now, and I can let you go."

The orc priest felt the breath of Chen Mo and frowned. He had only felt such a breath as deep as the sea before on some monsters in the dark night.

This made the orc priest a little jealous of Chen Mo, but he was proud that he had so many totem warriors present, and more importantly, he had the power of ancestors and the totem of ancestors, and Chen Mo obviously did not bring fire.

The strength of a witch without fire is at least halved, so even if Chen Mo's aura is so terrifying, the orc priest is not afraid at all.

It's just that the orc priest didn't want to lose his strength in vain by going to war before attacking the Spear tribe.

"Advice? The thing I hate the most is when someone gives me advice."

Chen Mo snorted, what he hates the most in his life is when someone gives him advice.

"That wandering witch, I can only ask you to meet my ancestors."

The orc priest took out a totem statue of an ugly giant from his arms.

"Ancestral Asylum!"

The red light was released from the totem and poured into the body of the orc totem warrior present.

"Totem release!"

All the totem warriors unleash the power of the totem together.

Their bodies were covered with phantom totems, and their aura kept rising.

With the blessing of ancestors and totems, each totem warrior's strength soars to the peak of Qi training.

"Roar!"

Feeling their soaring strength, they all roared and rushed towards Chen Mo.

For a moment, wherever they passed, the ground was shaken and the earth was cracked.

(End of this chapter)