“Master, I’m in trouble now. They are the legendary Golden Beamon Orcs, with great power and cruelty.”
Seeing the two orcs’ moguls and the golden horns on their heads, Davis took a few breaths of air conditioning.
I never dreamed that the legendary Bemon Orc appeared in reality and was encountered by them.
“Golden Bezoar Orc?”
Luo Xiaohu activated his double pupils, glanced quickly, and analyzed the so-called Golden Bezoar Orc.
It is indeed the Golden Beamon Orcs, but they are from branches, because their bloodlines are impure and their concentration is not high.
The orc in the half-step imperial realm had less than 80% blood purity, average talent, and sloppy power.
Orcs in the pseudo-emperor realm have a bloodline concentration of 87%, slightly higher talent, and the same level of combat power, crushing half-step orcs in the imperial realm.
In this way, the talent of the Golden Beamon Orc is related to the purity of bloodline. The purer the bloodline, the higher the talent.
However, no matter how talented they are, their bodies are very strong.
With its strong body, you can easily fight above the level.
Orcs in the half-step imperial realm can fight against the pseudo-emperor realm.
“I am in a good mood now. I will give you a chance and explain the situation of the Bemon tribe.”
Luo Xiaohu used the beast language to send a voice to the Bemon orcs in the pseudo-Emperor realm: “Otherwise, you will be made into a corpse puppet.”
“Faced oil!”
The orcs in the pseudo-Emperor realm suddenly ran away and gestured to their companions: “Catch the living, and the blood of the living is fresher.”
“It’s really cruel.”
Luo Xiaohu’s three views were broken. I really didn’t expect that the Bemon orcs like to drink the blood of the living are really wild beasts.
“I understand.”
The orc in the half-step imperial realm roared and rushed towards Luo Xiaohu.
Among the people, Luo Xiaohu is the strongest. As long as he catches him, the other weak chickens can only be slaughtered.
“Kneel down.”
Luo Xiaohu released a trace of pressure: “I’ve given you the opportunity. If you don’t cherish it, you can only wait for death.”
Plop!
The orc in the half-step imperial realm couldn’t help but kneel.
Plop.
The orc in the pseudo-Emperor realm was shocked. He knew that he had misjudged the situation and rushed towards Luo Xiaohu.
As soon as he moved, he staggered, his knees on the ground, his knees were hot.
This guy was completely confused. With his physical strength, he could not withstand the impact.
You can imagine how terrifying the energy of the pressure is.
“Same thing, I don’t want to say the second time. If you cooperate, you can survive.”
Luo Xiaohu separated the two.Trapped in the barrier: “I only count five times…”
“Fake Oil!”
The pseudo-emperor realm was completely exploded: “Boy, if you dare to humiliate us, you will definitely lose your bones.”
“No matter what, it is the pseudo-emperor realm, and it has some useful value.”
Luo Xiaohu held down the other party’s Baihui and read the soul memory.
After thinking about it, I used Emperor Blood to help him temper his body, and gave the Creation Qingxia to evolve his bloodline.
Then he passed on “The Ninth of All Things, the Twilight of Ragnarok” to them.
When they learned how to do it, they killed it on the spot and made it into a high-level ghoul puppet: “I have a helper.”
Uh!
Davis and the others were all embarrassed, and realized that they were still too weak.
Facing the Heavenly Venerables of the Nine Dynastys, they could almost sweep.
But when you meet the strong men of the three ancient clans, they are all veggies and will be killed instantly at any time.
“You guys go back first and see what’s going on at home.”
Luo Xiaohu threw Huang Shiyi, the orc in the pseudo-Emperor realm, into the Dzi bead.
“If you have something to do, handle the family’s affairs first and contact us later.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Davis also understood that they could only deal with people from the Nine Dynasty.
But what Luo Xiaohu needed was not the nine dynasties, but the three ancient tribes.
But facing the three ancient tribes, they were all cannon fodder, which was dragging them down.