Peerless frivolity: Goddess of Mercenaries

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What's more, judging from their fighting situation, the orcs already have a great advantage, and they have shown their morale.Immediately, Bing Po's heart was greatly encouraged.

However, the battle below made Morici's face even darker.He knew that his subordinates had more problems, and it was absolutely impossible to solve these problems at this time.Therefore, he couldn't help being a little stimulated.

If ordinary people are stimulated by the following battle situation, they may become timid or even fail as a result.But in front of Moric is not someone else.

He is also a relatively capable general beside the Lord.So such stimulation will only make him stronger, not lost.Soon, a red light flashed in Morici's eyes standing in front of Bing Po.This light shines, giving people a strong pressure. [

He charged angrily, and rushed towards the place where Bing Po was!

Bing Po frowned, he naturally felt the strength of Moric in front of him.Both of them have the same power close to God, and more importantly, Moric has more combat experience than Bing Po.

Otherwise, Bing Po's back of his hand would not have been injured just like that.No matter what is going on, in the current situation, they can only persevere, and they must not fall short!

"Elder..." Karl found the elder of the orc again, seeing that the elder's eyes were still fixed on the sky, he couldn't help feeling very worried. "Elder, we have almost killed the men in black below. These little people are nothing to be afraid of. But, what about the Beast God? Why hasn't the winner been decided yet?"

In fact, it's not that these men in black are weak, it's because there are too many orcs, and their attacks are unexpected.Moreover, their natural physical fitness is also very good, so this happens instead.

There are too many orcs, and basically when they meet the men in black, several orcs will fight together, and it's strange if they can't beat them!

The old beard of the beast clan elder was blown up by the wind in the grassland. His gaze was fixed on the black mist in the air, and he said immediately: "Use our faith to support our beast god!"

Carl was stunned when he heard this sentence.

Every race has their beliefs, and when the number and sincerity of the beliefs reach a certain level, then there will be the existence of faith.