I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

The tribe has experienced nearly ten sieges, big and small, in the past few days. No matter how they escape or hide, they will be found.

There is no escape and no hiding. According to the books passed down by their ancestors, the demons have a special sense for orcs. They will be easily found and they can only keep moving forward.

But they didn't even dare to stop. If they just kept fighting and running away, they would only have to face that group of humans, and they would still have a glimmer of hope. If they defended the city, they would have to face the terrifying existence in the sky, the real devil - this was what they were truly afraid of.

The frequent escapes and battles made the orc tribe exhausted, and the lion king's injuries became more serious. During this period, several tribe leaders died heroically.

As the number of sieges increased, the enemies became stronger and stronger, causing even more heavy casualties to the already exhausted orcs.

Despair and panic were brewing, and even the Lion King was unable to suppress it. He could only lead everyone to take risks and take a short rest.

But before long, a monkey beastman came running from a distance and rushed straight towards the lion king. The extensive burns and cuts on his body made it difficult for him to even walk.

"Chief...Chief...enemy...west..."

The monkey orc fell into the arms of the lion king, and after saying this, he died. Having completed his mission, he smiled and walked into the abyss first.

Hearing this, the lion's hair stood up all over his body. He had only rested for less than half an hour...

"All troops in formation! Enemy attack! Everyone advance at full speed! Chiefs of all tribes, lead your people to resist the foreign enemies!"

The roar of the lion king resounded throughout the entire jungle. Not only did the orcs of various tribes hear it, but even the lurking reincarnations heard it. After hesitating for a moment, the reincarnations decided to launch an attack in advance.

"Go! Kill that lion with the cartwheel! The others are just small fry!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

“Get rich!!!”

Hundreds of lurking reincarnations rushed forward and attacked the orcs from all directions. The exhausted orc soldiers were defeated one after another. The reincarnations were unstoppable like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"The clan leaders of each tribe stand in front of the soldiers!"

When the Lion King saw the Reincarnations starting to slaughter civilians by bypassing the soldiers, he could not help but roar in anxiety. A flaw appeared under his hand, and the Reincarnation who was riding the wheel in front of him seized the opportunity and chopped him with a knife.

The Lion King has hardly had any rest these days. Battles of all sizes have almost worn out the king's will, but he cannot fall down. He knows that he is now the pillar of his people and the spiritual support of the tribe. If he falls here, with so many powerful enemies pouring into the battle over there, the consequences will be disastrous.

So even though the lion king was already exhausted, he was still fighting hard. Even if he died, he would die later.

Another arrow came, the Lion King dodged it by turning sideways, then punched the body of the Reincarnator in front of him, knocking him away, then used his claw to tear open his face, and almost killed him with one burst of energy.

But their support was really timely. Every time the Lion King intended to suddenly burst out and cause casualties, the AD and mage on the edge OB would inflict damage to him at all costs, forcing him to retreat in pain, otherwise he would probably be seriously injured on the spot.

The reincarnation who was almost killed was skillfully rescued by the others. The next wheel arrived and continued to fight with the lion king.

At this time, the lion king was already covered in scars after several days of life-and-death fighting. Countless wounds of varying depths on his body were torn open with the lion king's movements. The heart-wrenching pain made the lion king's brain numb. He was unable to think too much and could only fight on his fighting instinct.

But even so, he could still defeat this group of reincarnations. If they dared to besiege him, he would kill them at all costs.

The reincarnations are selfish. Like hyenas, they appear to be acting as a team, but in fact they only care about their own lives.

If I kill one person with all my strength, the other besiegers will be extremely fearful. Who knows if I will be the next one to be killed?

This is the experience passed down from our ancestors, and it is also the conclusion reached by countless ancestors at the cost of their lives. The Lion King has experimented with it, and it does make them afraid to act rashly.

The Lion King dodged the spear that the Reincarnator was stabbing at him, grabbed it, then broke the Reincarnator's arm with a punch and kicked him away, then grabbed the spear and jumped away quickly, avoiding the attacks of the mages.

Now he has a lot of experience in dealing with reincarnations. He doesn't need to think about killing them. He just needs to delay the battle until the front line is basically stable so that the clan leaders of each tribe can free up their hands to assist him.

But the situation...is not very optimistic.

The Tauren chieftain, Laumos, who had been holding out all the time, had died in the last siege. The bearmen warriors were basically wiped out, and the newly elected chieftain had been seriously injured and fallen to the ground. The other chieftains also had their own opponents and were all at a disadvantage. The soldiers were exhausted, and some of the desperate orc soldiers had even laid down their weapons and surrendered.

But it was useless. In the eyes of the reincarnations, the orcs were just points. Not to mention the surrendered soldiers, even the unarmed old, young, women and children were just points.

A crushing massacre begins...

The lion king was completely unaware of all this. In his heart, there was still hope. He firmly believed that his ancestors had escaped the demons' siege countless times over the past thousands of years, and now they could do it too! They could definitely cross this abyss! Even if it meant filling it up!

The Lion King, holding a spear, once again increased his strength and sent out a wheel team of three or four people to attack.

After several hours of fierce fighting, even the marginal OB mages had exhausted their mental strength, but the Lion King was still standing.

Even though his body was still broken and his limbs felt heavy and numb as if they were filled with lead, he still stood. He was still unwilling to give up hope and wanted to delay a little more time for his people to evacuate.

He knew that the enemies who had been severely injured by him after being surrounded might be eliminated by themselves - the devil's ritual was ultimately a battle royale, but... before that, he had to repel them first.

The melee troops had been hit two or three times, and all the reincarnations had some injuries. If it were originally, they would have retreated, but now...

The reincarnations looked at the Lion King who was already staggering in front of them. They knew that the Lion King was no longer able to survive and this was their only chance.

This time, all the melee troops rushed forward and attacked the Lion King with swords, guns, sticks and clubs in their hands. The mages and ADs no longer saved their physical and mental energy and fired at the Lion King.

The Lion King's blurry eyes saw the crowd rushing towards him, and he waved the spear in his hand, trying to block them. However, his slow movement gave them the opportunity to cut off his right arm. The leading Reincarnator even slashed at the Lion King's chest, creating a horrific wound so deep that the bone could be seen.

The lion king staggered backwards, his eyes and consciousness blurred, even the severe pain could not awaken him. His heart and eyes had been blinded by despair and he could no longer see clearly.

High Priest...can we...really win?

The Lion's fuzzy brain began to recall the past, recalling when he took over the position of chief, the only time he really saw the high priest, and the tree that was as huge as the sky, emerald green, extremely beautiful, and full of life.

High Priest... Savior... Sir... We will definitely be able to get through this, right?

In a trance, the Lion King remembered the beautiful figure standing under the tree, and in his mind flashed the image of the mysterious human being who was appointed by the high priest and the only time he truly appeared before their eyes.

In the dim light, the Lion King seemed to see the gentleman right in front of him.

The lion king thought it was just an illusion until a stream of warm blood splashed on his face and the enemy who attacked him was beheaded, and his head flew into the sky.

gentlemen! ! !

The scene in front of the Lion King suddenly became clear. Fang Wuwei was standing in front of him. He killed the reincarnation who was rushing to the front with one sword, and blood splattered into the sky.

The light of the knife and the bright red blood reflect the hope of life.

Fang Wuwei looked at the Lion King, his eyes filled with anger.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lion King. I'm late."