Lord of the Low Version System

Through the artifact, Tamil saw many things that others could not see, such as the power of the world, or luck.

Under normal circumstances, the power of the world is calm and bland.

They are like the surface of a small pond. Occasionally a small stone falls, or a small fish jumps out of the water to cause ripples, and then calms down quickly.

Now, the power of the world is violent and rich, almost condensed into substance.

At the center of the flag, the power of the world condenses into a vortex, and there are two vortexes up and down.

It's like two gears turning in opposite directions, rubbing thousands of sparks all the time.

This is the upheaval of two worlds, the collision of two civilizations.

The power of the other world pierced the Titan continent like an awl, and found the place of the standing cone. The orcs of the other world immediately landed here, and then stabilized the space, expanded the site through the god-given props, and eroded around.

As the guardian of the world, Tamil's only task is to crush them and destroy their flags and strongholds.

It's just easier said than done.

The place where the flag stands is scorched earth.

This is the land that the orcs are extremely familiar with, and it is the atmosphere of hometown, but for Tamil, this is the external manifestation of the erosion of the power of the other world.

The orcs discovered the arrival of the enemy for the first time, so the soldiers and horses were moved in the camp with the flags flying, and a team of main battle arms moved to the position of Tamil.

Under Tamil, the ancestors of the Dragons snorted, and the golden pupils slammed into a line, and the intense killing intentions ran straight to the opposite side.

Hum ...

A faint light curtain of energy lit up on the edge of the camp, and the intention of killing was instantly invisible.

The ancestors of the Dragon race are indeed powerful, and many gods were torn apart at the end of the last war of the gods.

However, it was for the sake of ease, plus the help of the power of the world.

Now, the enemy is occupying the right place at the right time-at least in the camp.

The dragon ancestor turned back and looked at Tamil.

"The area in front has fallen, and it is no longer our land. There is the power of the world in the world of beast gods, and our people will be suppressed when they enter, and their strength will be greatly reduced."

Tamil also knew this.

The wills of the two worlds are wrestling, and neither can draw any power to obliterate the other unit, but suppression can still be done.

It's like a fish going ashore to fight a beast, a beast launching and a fish killing.

Unless the art masters are bold enough to spend nine days on the moon, they are all giving away.

If you want to remove the enemy's banner, you can only step by step to advance the camp, and use your life to pile and fill.

The other side exhausts the strength of a world, just like a teapot pouring dumplings. This point is not the other side's whole thing, not even the tip of the iceberg.

But Tamil brought the most elite air cavalry in the kingdom.

Most importantly, miracles are everywhere on the continent, and the only guardian of the world is Tamil.

Not only that, there will be many creatures deceived and deceived to help the gods and demons outside the region build altars and gather offerings.

Like those of the Caucasians.

Looking at the camp of the orcs, where is the shadow of the Caucasians, I don't know if they have been used as snacks by the orcs, or they have sacrificed flags.

"silly!"

Tamil spit out the word, and immediately bought an eternal spear, with a flash of light in his hand, the eternal spear turned into a shooting star and shot forward.

The orcs and bats just blasted out of the orc camp were immediately smashed into a huge transparent hole.

Although Tamil is not big, he is a standard pig-eating dragon, and this hand is enough to level the mountains. How can the flags be blocked?

Even the orc camp's world power defense is not good, after all, this is a physical attack and a flying unit.

However, the orc camp is fearless.

Just like the sea water, the orcs around them immediately gathered to fill the loopholes, and it took only a few blinks to restore the original black queue.

At the same time, the infantry corps bearing various beast heads began to advance, and flying units such as bats and birds also dived and aimed at Tamil's location.

"Go on!"

A little below Tamil's feet, the dragon ancestors immediately dived down with the peak of Mount Tai, and hit the edge of the orc camp severely.

Seeing the blood river flowing down like his aunt, I don't know how many orcs were killed here.

However, this did not scare the orcs.

The flags in the camp were violently displayed, and the blood glow permeated the air, infiltrating the surface of the earth, and oozing into the bones of the orcs.

Crazy!

All the orcs all screamed and swelled quickly, their muscles swelled as if inflated, and the blood glow diffused from inside to outside.

The barbarians in the air were not to be outdone, and they all made wild howls and went into a state of madness.

Immediately, the flying dragons and dragon eagles vibrated their wings and sought each other's air units to kill.

The protracted fighting made the barbarians realize the importance of air domination.

As long as you are high, even **** and pee can stick on the enemy's face, let alone archery and throwing spears.

The air unit on the orc side has no appearance.

Their only attribute is the "air unit". In the face of genetically enhanced, tattooed blessing dragons and griffins, the only end result is to smash their heads and tear their bodies.

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However, the ground forces of the orcs were unexpectedly powerful.

The old dragon roared and fluttered his wings soaring. On his chest, a valgus wound was ticking and dripping with golden blood.

In the orc camp, a giant monster covered with purple light punched his chest with fists, his violent eyes stared at the old dragon.

And on its barb-like right claw, it also carried the scales and flesh of an old dragon.

"Beamon Beast, good!"

The old dragon waved his claws to heal his injury, and then landed on all fours, pacing slowly around the camp.

Seeing that Beamon didn't dare to come out, it shouted Yaowu Yangwei and walked out slowly.

The flames of the old dragon are shrouded in flames, and every time you set foot, you will leave black and scorching footprints, as if countless old dragons have come here to visit.

Beamon couldn't stand this provocation, and leaped out of the camp, kicking his feet on the ground, and rushed towards the old dragon.

Its purple light was full at once, and it was condensed into prismatic nails, like sleeveless body armor. At the same time, its sharp claws dangled in gold, and it drew a sharp light that seemed to cut the sight.

"silly!"

An old mantra vomited from the mouth of the old dragon, and at the same time spurred the world's will to empower itself.

The behemoth of Bemon's 100-meter-tall body instantly shrank by half, and then shrunk again by half. When it rushed to the side of the old dragon, he could only touch the old dragon's knee by raising his hand.

The old dragon lifted his legs and knocked over the behemoth of Mongolia, and smashed it deeply into the ground.

The Beamon giant struggled to sit up, but found a layer of invisible power exerted on itself, like ... a ghost press.

Although this power exists only for a moment, it is enough.

Meteor-like shots descended from the sky and passed through the chest.