Brian retracted his thoughts and looked at the battlefield.

The reason why he was able to get a brief trance was mainly because he had no opponents anymore. With the addition of him and the sword master, the melee gradually came to an end.

At this time, except for a priestess with a strength above the middle level, there were only four chor soldiers left, while the orcs survived three.

Even the Dwarf Priest Dilor and the Drow Warrior who somehow rebelled, got rid of the opponent and rushed towards the Drow Elves.

So now the form has become all the surviving people, and they all involuntarily pointed their finger at the only five remaining drow elves.

"With the opportunity still exists, retreat quickly and don't be in a fight."

Brian walked to the sword master, held down her hand that was about to be raised, looked at the deep tunnel, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a serious tone:

"The battle here may have been noticed by some powerful monsters, and it will be too late if you don't leave."

This place is not far from the cross tunnel of the silk trail. Bryan still remembers a powerful purple worm he encountered when he passed by.

If their fight attracts the attention of the purple worm, it is very likely that none of them will be able to escape.

Of course, he must be the exception.

"But...my purple dragon seal ring is still in her hands."

The sword master looked at Brian and hesitated for a moment. His silver-gray gaze locked the priestess Drow and said in a soft tone, "Sorry, I can't leave yet, I must take it back!"

Purple Dragon Seal Ring?

Brian was stunned and looked at the sword master thoughtfully. He thought for a moment and smiled indifferently, "Then let's fight quickly, we don't have much time."

Upon hearing this, the sword master looked at him with a hint of gratitude, and her cold eyes rose. Her expression was obviously hesitant, and finally swallowed the words she wanted to say.

"Hey! Two humans over there."

At this moment, an orc with his upper body exposed not far away shouted to Brian:

"I am the chief of the Ice Shield Tribe of the World Ridge. There are not many female spider. How about we work together to kill her?"

After saying that, the orc chief immediately stepped on the corpse of a bear man in the land under his feet, pulled out the sharp axe embedded in blood, and the blood gushed out of him all over his body, looking bloody and looked extra vague.

"So it's the chief of Bingdundun. Your proposal is good." Brian responded with a smile in a pretentious tone, "I accept it."

As a wizard, he naturally knows the role of psychological warfare.

In this intense and exciting battle, the more you are free and relaxed, the greater the emotional fluctuations of the enemy will become.

Sometimes, you can often get miraculous effects that determine the situation.

At this moment, the ebony-colored pretty face of the Drow priestess who heard this sentence had become distorted by his anger.

"fart!"

The orc's roar echoed in the tunnel, "I am the chief of the Ice Shield clan, not Bing Dundun. If you agree, then let's kill the female spider together and go their own."

Brian glanced at the other person from the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Because this orc had no intention of taking action at all.

There is no doubt that this is trying to use him as cannon fodder, or to sneak away while they are fighting.

“This proposal is good.”

The dirty and black Dilro dwarf played with a dagger in his hand, and came to Bryan with the silent drow elves, and said with a smile, "I agree, let's kill the female spider in Guorens City together."

"well......"

A deep sigh came from the dark corner of the tunnel, "Violence will only give rise to violence. Hate has taken root in people's hearts. Is there nothing to do..."

"Shut up!"

"Little Fishman, shut up!"

"Shut up the fuck!"

…………

Three angry scoldings interrupted the sigh almost at the same time.

Brian saw that among these three interrupters, in addition to the Orc Chief and Dilro Dwarf, there was also the Drow Warrior with a very low presence.

From this we can see that Kou Tao's inmates had probably had enough of his brainwashing.

He subconsciously looked back at the Kou Tao fishman who walked out of the shadow.

I was surprised to find that this little fishman wearing only coarse linen clothes had a calm eyes as water and light and steady steps, giving people a feeling of being weathered and seeing through everything.

A Kou Tao Yuman who is a martial monk.

Brian guessed his identity.

Then he stopped paying attention to this pacifist guy and immediately focused his attention ahead.

As it turns out.

‘Villains’ usually die from talking too much, and this sentence is correct.

With a few short exchanges, the Drow Elves immediately gave him a rare breathing time.

Brian's vigilant eyes had noticed that the priestess suppressed the anger in his heart and began to quietly accumulate strength.

He looked at the sword master beside him, making her beware, and then shouted to the orcs not far away:

"The chief of Bingdundun, why don't you do it if you agree to kill this female spider together? Is this the fighting style of your world's ridge orcs? No wonder you can only be driven to the barren mountainous areas by dwarves and elves and shivered."

Brian made the final addition, "A orc chief who lost his strength and glory is simply losing his face. I can't stand it anymore."

In this world dominated by gods, there is nothing more to be more real than to joke about the gods they believe in.

"Don't worry, Gewush has been blinded for a long time." The Bearman of Zedi looked at the orc chief provocatively, grinning and laughing:

"How could a blind orc have seen such a cowardly behavior from the chief of the Bingdun clan? After all, even he himself is not ashamed."

"Hahaha..." Dilor laughed exaggeratedly.

"Don't you fuck you! Shut up!" The orc chief's eyes burst out from his anger and roared:

"I am the ridge of the world, under the command of the King of Arrows, the most powerful orc tribe, Bingdundun... Bah! I am the chief of the Ice Shield clan. Under the witness of Gewushi, today I will wash away all the shame I have suffered on this female spider!"

——"Advanced violent!"

Accompanied by the wild roar, the orc chief's already extremely mighty body began to expand rapidly.

Terrifying muscles and hideous blue veins appeared, followed by crackling bursts. The bones in his body were raised one by one at a speed seen by the naked eye until they turned into a giant more than 3 meters high.

Berserkers are outstanding fighters. Ordinary warriors rely on good training, but Berserkers have strong violent power.

When they fall into violent storm, they become stronger, more capable of attacking opponents and taking attacks.

At the same time, the strength of the Drow Priestess who had accumulated strength ignored the violent orc chief and made a cold and vicious ridicule, "You group of lowly low-class races, please die for me!"

——"Blessed by the Demon Spider!"

As the priestess chanted spells high, a circle of emerald blue flames appeared all over the four Drow warriors. As the flames weakened, the heads of these Drow warriors strangely turned into spider heads at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The huge, terrifying spider claws and spider fangs crackled from their bodies as the pleasant and painful wails of the Drow warriors burst out.
Chapter completed!