It's boring. I won't play with you anymore.
In the crowd, the orcs lowered their bodies, their sharp claws and fangs faintly visible, flashing cold light.
The leading orc took a half step forward, staring at Fu Ying warily, baring his teeth and saying, "We don't mean to hurt you. Come back with us and lure that fallen orc into a trap. We'll trade his life for yours!"
Fu Ying's lips curled up in a mocking arc, his fingertips carelessly stroking the whip: "Why bother? Kill me, and the fallen orcs you've been thinking about will die with me, right?"
"You!" The leading orc had a gloomy face, his claws suddenly tightened and loosened at his sides, and he let out anxious growls from his throat, but he did not give the order to attack.
The orcs from several tribes behind them were also restless. The one in front of them was a female, and a witch favored by the Beast God. If they really acted without caring about the consequences, they might attract the wrath of the Beast God!
But the existence of the fallen orcs is still a huge rock hanging over the orcs of their Beishan tribe!
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he raised his hand. In an instant, the surrounding orcs drew their claws and laid out their bone blades, closing in on Fu Ying. It seemed that even the air was frozen in the murderous aura.
Fu Ying flipped his wrist, and the long whip shot out from the air like a spirit snake. The whip shadow was sharp, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, and it forced the surrounding orcs to retreat several steps!
She tapped the ground lightly with her toes, her graceful figure danced gracefully, and as the red veil fluttered, she had already put some distance between herself and the crowd.
The wind blew, and her black hair flew, half covering her eyes. A cold and calm look was revealed in her eyes, as if this siege was just a trivial game and did not need to be taken too seriously.
With a wave of the long whip, the wind whistled, and a vast and surging momentum swept out from Fu Ying, bringing up a frosty air wave, and collided with the group of orcs rushing forward!
In an instant, the dense crowd of orcs flew backwards like kites with broken strings and fell heavily to the ground.
The air in the entire area seemed to be completely sucked out by this whip, leaving only a suffocating feeling of oppression.
Fu Ying stood in the center of the storm, her red gauze fluttering and her eyes sparkling with a cold light.
She flicked her fingertips, and the wind from the whip lingered around her body. The anger in her chest had nowhere to vent. These people came to her door, and even if she didn't kill them all, she would teach them a lesson that she would never forget!
In an instant, a violent gale exploded!
The ground cracked and gravel floated in the air.
A vacuum formed around her slender figure, and the orcs in the front were crushed to pieces by the invisible gale! For a moment, no one could get within three meters of her.
"With this little ability, you still want to capture me and set a trap?" Fu Ying sneered, and all the orcs were blown away, with dust flying and a strong smell of blood.
The orcs felt severe pain all over their bodies, growls of fear escaped from their throats, and they staggered backward. Some orcs who had transformed into beasts scratched the ground with their claws, not daring to come any closer.
Fu Ying raised her hand to wipe away the blood on her cheek. The crimson left a strange mark on her pale skin. She raised her eyelids and smiled slowly: "How boring! I don't have time to play with you guys anymore."
She put away the whip, turned her back to the mess on the ground, and a cold voice came through her back.
"I'll say this one last time. Although my beast husband is a fallen orc, he has never harmed you. If you continue to pester me, I will really start a killing spree."
As she finished speaking, a wave of air suddenly exploded beneath her feet, silently cutting the surrounding giant trees in half. The cross-sections were as smooth as mirrors. If it had acted on an orc...
The orcs stared at the huge trees that were crashing down, their bodies trembling and some broken manes flying away.
Under the gazes of everyone, Fu Ying pointed his toes and flew out, turning into a crimson light that streaked across the sky. His figure quickly leaped over the mountains and disappeared in a few breaths.
The orcs from several tribes stood still, and no one dared to go forward and chase.
In the end, they missed the opportunity.
At the tribal trade meeting, Fu Ying was stabbed in the heart by her beastly husband and was on the verge of death. It was a perfect opportunity to capture her, but she was a witch with strange and unpredictable methods. Although she was seriously injured and dying, she still escaped under their noses, quietly and without leaving even a trace.
Now that they meet again, her injuries have fully recovered and they are no longer her match.
*
Jingxiang stood on the beach, the waves rushed over and flooded over her ankles again and again.
She bit her lower lip unconsciously, her eyes fixed on the distance. Fine scales on her ankles appeared with a cold glow, as if urging her to go home, but she seemed not to notice and kept looking into the distance.
Unfortunately, there was nothing there except the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Xingyao pulled Jingxiang's wrist and felt the cold scales on her skin that had not faded. His heart ached. His voice was so low and soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the waves: "Let's go back."
The sea breeze blew up her whale-pink hair and swept across her tense profile.
The sobbing sound of the tide was very much like the restless heartbeat in her chest.
"The appearance of fallen orcs in Beishan needs to be reported to the leader as soon as possible." Xingyao tightened his grip slightly, lowering his voice as he spoke, "Conflicts on land are not ours to interfere in."
Jingxiang watched as his tribesmen turned into streamlined shadows and sank silently into the deep sea. He lowered his head dejectedly and finally nodded silently.
She thought that she would never forget this tribal trading conference. Although it was simple and the process was very hasty, she met a person named Fu Ying, a female who was completely different from the rumors.
He is also the only friend she recognizes in her heart.
Thinking of this, Jingxiang clenched the pink conch in her hand.
Fu Ying said that she could hear it the same way.
Xingyao said nothing, but raised his hand to touch her long pink hair, then took her hand and walked into the sparkling sea.
The evening tide arrived, and the sea water surged and rose violently.
The originally exposed reefs have been completely swallowed up, the setting sun in the sky has sunk into the horizon, darkness has pressed down, the waves have rolled and roared low, and the entire sea area has brought great oppression to people in the twilight.
In the vast world of orcs, the number of marine orcs is far greater than that of land orcs.
In the distant deep sea, the famous triangular sea area, like the sharp claws of a giant beast, tears the entire continent into several pieces. There is a holy land where marine orcs have lived and multiplied for generations.
However, they had only heard of it and had never actually set foot in the Triangle Sea.
Even the marine orcs in the Beishan Sea must cross the terrifying cliff whirlpool on the seabed to reach the Triangle Sea.
There are turbulent undercurrents and dense whirlpools. If you are not careful, you will be swept into the abyss and leave no trace.
Fu Ying followed the faint feeling that connected him for a thousand miles, and when he reached the coast, dusk had already fallen.
The wet and salty sea breeze blew in with a damp smell, and the waves rolled in the distance.
Fu Ying raised her eyes and saw two familiar figures on the beach. The whale-pink long hair was blown by the sea breeze, and the dark green scales on Xingyao's legs were faintly visible. The two were walking hand in hand into the deep sea.
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