Black Dragon Code

Garr kept his head still and didn't speak. After catching the gap, he immediately started to fight back. His right hand was like a hammer, and he smashed down and hit the elbow that Carlodan used to block, followed by a kick and a knee strike. Violently disgusting.

"Wrong, wrong!" But in a storm-like attack, Carrollan even had the strength to yell: "All wrong! Your moves are too bad!"

The derivative's posture was still relaxed, and the more violent Gall's attack was, the stronger the taunt on his face.

He ridiculed the orc chieftain condescendingly, and he was extremely sharp and stern, and the vicious language deeply stabbed Gal's heart. With every word he said, Gal's face added a point, the lines of fury beating, and his pupils were terrifying. Dark green.

The boxer swept across.

For the first time, Carlodan had a serious look on his face. He was forced to step back, pull away, and slowly move his shoulders and twist his neck.

"Dragon vein?"

Carlodan stared at Garr's eyes: "It's pitiful that in the glory days, only the bloodiest and the lowest base shepherds could not use the power of other creatures."

"Do you think we don't want to regain the glory of the past and don't want to use blood power?" Gal squatted slowly, raised his right hand, and looked at his fists as if contemplative. He said, "You don't know at all. What happened to the defeat of the Second Age. "

"What else can it be?" Carlodan smiled, as if he knew everything, and sneered, "It's just a curse."

"Just put on handcuffs and treat yourself as a dog. Now I tell you that a wolf is a wolf! Even if the limbs are put on shackles, the wolf is still a wolf, stupid, open your eyes to see clearly!"

The dark orc's fangs have become thick and narrow, muscles are high, blue veins appear in the forearm, and the body shape has increased by two circles.

The ancient orc bloodline awakens.

He strode up, banging his back against Gal's slammed arm, straightening his right hand forward and rushing out like lightning, grabbing Gar's big arm, Carlodan reached the realm of legend at a glance, the speed of the speed changed suddenly The man couldn't adapt. He grabbed Gal's arm, drew his fingers, and grasped the orc chieftain's scapula to lift him up. He threw himself to the ground with a murmur.

His speed of power is no less than that of Garr, who uses the dragon veins, and he is even more capable than the Orc Chieftain.

Both the orcs and the dark orcs watched on both sides. This is clearly a second era of Mudala, but he did not immediately kill Gal, but smashed it to the ground again and again, or mixed or fell, and Gal's roaring attack would be defeated and defeated. .

"Too slow, too slow!"

With each attack being taken, Carlodan yelled, "Is this the only descendant we are desperate to continue? Is that only the case?"

What a humiliation ... Gal felt his nerves burned. The other party was obviously capable of defeating him, but he just hit him again and again in this way, and it seemed that he would hit him until he couldn't get up.

This feeling of helplessness is really terrible.

He climbed up, waved his fist, and was knocked down, then climbed up, waved his fist, and then knocked down again and again, until Garr's vision was blurred and doubled.

When throwing his fist, Gall thought of the tribe, not the huge orc tribe of the Blackwing Empire now, but the crow clan in the wild, the orc's habitat in the Blackwing Empire is a peaceful and prosperous town. As the orc's current chief, he Living in a clean and bright room, but in the middle of the night and half awake, Gal always felt that he was in a broken cave of the Mang Crow clan, and the nasal cavity was filled with the smell of bacon and fur.

When he decided to get up, the picture suddenly turned around, the violent green dragon and the tide army appeared in front of him, the thin hair of the old chief Sfu all floated in the role of mana, shouted and shouted to go.

Gal found himself unable to do anything. He could only wake from his dream in a whimper, his eyes full of burning dry bones and broken gray robes.

If he can become stronger and stronger, maybe he has the opportunity to jump up and slay Sylvia, the poisonous mother, then the old leader will not have to die.

So Garr worked hard, he was not too young, and he was at the top of the orc clan. At this time, the chief warrior should eat meat and drink daily, point to care for his back, and think about how to take more power, Earn more for the Orc clan in the empire, but Galman's mind only wanted to become stronger and stronger.

When Sifu died, he could only watch. When the Black Dragon killed the Green Dragon, he could only watch. When the Black Wing's Nest attacked the northern nations, he could only watch. When the Black Wing Empire and the Tri-God Alliance fought. He could only watch ... He hated this kind of helplessness, so he desperately became stronger, he never missed every war, and every battle was a leader.

He vowed never to have the next time, but it really came to the fore, and Gall found that he was still of no use. The enemies of the Black Dragon were getting more and more terrible. The meager strength he was trying to improve was unable to cope with the successive appearances. Opponent.

Carlodam stepped on his head and continued to ridicule: "If the orcs are the same thing now, the dynasty shouldn't let you stay."

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All the flames of life and humiliation gathered together, making Garr's soul roar like a lion, and he fell to the ground with his hands, supporting his body little by little at the foot of Carlodam.

Lying on the ground and under the control of the man, Gal didn't know where the power came from. He suddenly rose to the sky, used his hands as a fulcrum, raised his right foot like the rhinoceros horns, and kicked the iron boots fiercely. On the arm, Carlodan kicked back, squeezing Gal's right leg out, and taking three steps back.

Lifting his head, the dark green in Gal's eyes was long gone, and he became scarlet like the dark orc.

He seized the initiative without delay, and kicked off the ground. Carrollan leaned back and held his left wrist with his right arm, his left arm bent into an angle, and a heavy elbow.

The current Eladia Orc can never have such speed and strength, and mortals can never have such speed and strength. This fist breaks through the legendary barrier that Gal has long aspired for, and the sound explosion effect sweeps the whole valley. The high-frequency vibration of the air is faster than the boxer's head, causing Carlodan's black hair to rise back.

There was a flash of satisfaction in Carlodan's eyes ... then he clenched his right fist, pulled his arm back to contract the muscles, and the boxer went forward, colliding with Gal's elbow, and the sound of bone fracture came out. Gal finally returned Without the power of the legendary realm, fly sideways.

"That's it!" Carlodan rushed up like a wild cow, kicking: "Not enough, fast, faster!"

Garr himself did not find that every time he tried his best to launch an attack, it would cause his muscles to surge quickly. Gradually, the muscles exposed outside his body became more and more, the blue tendons and blood vessels were prominent, and the body was larger than before. A full circle.

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