Lang Shuo was shocked and suddenly had a bad feeling.
Before he could pull his hand away, something cold pierced his heart.
It was a black iron rod as long as a palm.
The sharp end was stained with blood, flashing coldly under the pale moonlight, like blood and snow, incompatible with each other.
Lang Shuo groaned, and then he heard Wu Liu's duck-like voice proudly say:
"You may have forgotten that I am a tortoise orc. You can't kill me by hurting my body."
The hard shell of the turtle orcs is equivalent to their second life.
"Leader!" Langmie exclaimed, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out.
The Canglang orcs behind him were also gritting their teeth, wishing they could tear Wu Liu into pieces right away.
"Don't move. Either catch Hu Jiaojiao for me, or you can wait for Lang Shuo to die in my hands." Wu Liu directly threatened them with Lang Shuo.
Langmie and the Canglang orcs were extremely angry, but they did not dare to act rashly.
Hu Jiaojiao's eyes flickered. She also heard what Wu Liu said, and clenched her hands in her bag.
His eyes were fixed on Wu Liu.
"Attacking his body won't kill him, right..." she muttered to herself, "A headshot should kill him, right?"
Hu Jiaojiao tried to aim at Wu Liu's head, but most of his body was blocked by Lang Shuo behind him. If she wanted to shoot him in the head, the bullet would have to go through Lang Shuo's brain.
She doesn't mind, but it will reduce the success rate of the shooting.
After all, she had not received professional training, and there was no guarantee that she could deliver a fatal blow in such a situation.
And it is obvious that Wu Liu is now their common enemy.
As her eyes moved, Hu Jiaojiao suddenly saw a leg exposed on the ground.
That's the only breakthrough.
Her eyes moved slightly as she looked at Long Mo, silently conveying information with her lips.
Long Mo understood her intention almost instantly and nodded.
The communication between the two lasted only a moment.
Hu Jiaojiao put her hands in the bag, fiddling with something. When she raised her hands again, a sleeve arrow was already installed in her wide sleeves.
"call out!"
The next moment, the sleeve arrow flew out and shot accurately at the only exposed part of Wu Liu's calf.
puff!
It was the sound of the sleeve arrow piercing the flesh.
Wu Liu cried out in pain and knelt on one leg on the ground.
"Hu Jiaojiao, I've already told you that you won't die if you injure my body."
He held the small black box tightly in one hand, a grim smile on his face, and turned to order Langmie:
"What are you still standing there for? Attack Hu Jiaojiao's partner, or I will break Lang Shuo's neck right now!"
"Stop! If you dare to hurt the leader again, just try it!"
Lang Mie gritted his teeth and moved towards Hu Jiaojiao with an unwilling look on his face.
They were now without a witch doctor, and the chief's wounds were fatal.
Wu Liuyin smiled and put one hand around Lang Shuo's neck.
"You think there is something I dare not do..."
Before he could finish his words, a black shadow suddenly covered his head.
It is a ferocious and powerful black dragon.
Wu Liu sneered, "You think that by hurting me you will have the chance to kill me? Do you think I won't run away?"
He was very confident that he was still far away from the black dragon. Although he was not good at fighting, he was not slow at running.
Otherwise, you won’t be able to survive the arrows and boulders.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Liu's face changed drastically.
"What's going on? Why can't I feel my legs? Why can't I move?!"
Wu Liu was horrified and tried to pull his lower body hard, but found that he was paralyzed and could not move at all.
"Hu Jiaojiao, what did you do to me?!"
Fear finally appeared on his ferocious face.
It’s a pity that Hu Jiaojiao didn’t intend to answer his question.
In an instant, a black dragon flew by with a low roar, and its claws scratched his neck, directly separating his head and body, making it impossible for him to speak.
Bang, bang, bang…
The head rolled to the ground, splattering dirty blood all over the ground.
A pair of bulging eyes were staring wide open, looking in a certain direction with resentment and unwillingness.
Wu Liu probably never thought that his life would end in this way.
Or teach others how to kill him in person.
As soon as Wu Liu died, Lang Shuo was also thrown to the ground.
"Leader!" Langmie immediately ran over and fell beside Lang Shuo.
"Chief, you can't die... If you die, what will happen to me and the tribe?"
Langmie didn't care about anything and just closed his eyes and burst into tears.
Snot and tears flowed down and dripped onto Lang Shuo's blood-stained face.
Lang Shuo: “…”
"I'm not... dead yet, why are you crying..."
Lang Shuo looked at the snot bubble so close to him with a look of disgust and almost vomited.
What sin had he committed that he had to suffer such torture before his death.
"Leader?" Hearing Lang Shuo's voice, Lang Mie suddenly stopped, hiccuped, and looked down at Lang Shuo in surprise.
"You are not dead yet, Chief. That's great. I thought you were dead. I was so scared..."
Langmie excitedly lifted up Langshuo's upper body, and his rough and loud voice sounded like a loudspeaker.
"… "
Lang Shuo was shocked so much that he spit out a mouthful of blood.
His face was full of black lines. With Langmie around, he might as well just die.
"Chief..."
When Langmie saw this scene, he quickly closed his mouth, at a loss as to what to do.
The other Canglang orcs also gathered around and saw that Lang Shuo was seriously injured and finally looked more normal than Langmie.
My face was filled with worry, and I didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
The chief was so badly injured that he might not be saved without a witch doctor...
For a moment, all the orcs lost their fighting spirit, like a group of plucked roosters.
The leader is the spiritual pillar of the wolf orcs. Without a leader, they feel like a piece is missing in their hearts.
Hu Jiaojiao did not approach rashly, but just looked at them vigilantly, wondering whether to deal with them like she did with Wu Liu.
But now it seems that there is no need for this.
It is obvious that this group of orcs have lost their combat effectiveness now and in the future and pose no threat.
A wolf pack without its leader becomes a loose sand and is useless.
Lang Mie was at a loss as to what to do, when suddenly he saw Hu Jiaojiao gazing at them not far away, and his eyes lit up.
He shouted hurriedly:
"Hu Jiaojiao, you are so powerful, you will definitely be able to rescue our leader, right?"
"You took our tribe's witch doctor away. Can you ask the witch doctor to save the leader? I beg you..."
Lang Mie, who had always been arrogant and rude, was now willing to kneel on the ground and humbly beg Hu Jiaojiao.
"As long as you can rescue the leader, we can take the orcs away from here, the tribe will be given to you, and everything here can be given to you!"
"Even if you want to kill me for revenge, I will never resist. Please..."
Langmie spoke almost incoherently.
His scarlet eyes seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw.
Asking Hu Jiaojiao for help was the last resort he could think of.