Orcs, one of the fantasy races, have the intuition and combat power of beasts and the IQ that is almost equal to humans, but the relationship between this race and humans has always been bad.

Their appearance is not much different from that of humans, and their intelligence level is no different from that of humans, but their physical fitness is far superior to that of humans and they are powerful.

In this world, humans are the objects of plunder and slaves for orcs. Orcs are like robbers, competing for the resources and interests that originally belonged to humans.

In this world, if anyone really poses the greatest threat to humans, then it is definitely not an evil spirit, nor an angel, nor other races where humans seem to have no time to meet, but an orc race whose reproductive ability is no worse than that of humans.

Alice clearly saw the panic, it was like a virus, and it broke out in the human race, suddenly sweeping across the entire village.

They were all looking around in horror and helplessness. Some people quickly ran towards their houses and hid there, some people picked up their weapons, and looked vigilantly at the smoke and dust raised by the orcs not far away, and some people were cursing Tusi there - because Tusi was not here at this time.

Alice's face, not far away, became a little ugly - even if she thought of such a scene with her toes, she would not be able to stop the orcs.

Damn, don't they have any emergency shelter drills?

Alice looked at the humans who took up their weapons. She was not sure whether she could rely on those humans to defeat the orcs. Now her state is that she is neither aware of her enemy nor a self. Not to mention making plans, even escaping is a problem.

Don’t worry about it for now, at least you have to make some effort and talk about whether you can do it later.

Alice made up her attention, and she immediately stood up and planned to head towards the crowd over there. Although she didn't know how much difference between these humans and the orcs, at least Alice could still rely on these hands to delay for a while.

But just as Alice was about to run towards the other side, the old lady there suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Alice.

"Little girl! Don't go there, there is danger there - come with me, I have a cellar where people can be hidden!"

The old lady spoke in an anxious voice.

Alice's movement was suddenly blocked by the old lady. She looked at the elderly old lady anxiously and wanted to say something.

However, it's too late.

A loud bang sounded from the entrance of the village, and the orcs riding giant beasts rushed into the village.

The men holding simple farm tools showed a look of horror on their faces. They seemed to want to resist, but the wooden farm tools had no effect on the fully armed orcs. The giant beasts raised their feet and stepped on them blatantly.

It was like a child stomping a watered balloon, and some bright red and sticky things began to crack, explode and splash, soaking the ground.

Alice stared at the scene over there. Although she knew that death would occur during the war, she was also ready to kill others or be killed - but after someone died tragically in front of her, she understood something.

Death is not as simple as she thought...

A strong feeling of nausea surged onto her, and she felt her stomach twitching constantly, very painful.

She wanted to spit it out, but she couldn't spit out anything.

No, it can't be beaten, the gap between the two sides is too big.

This is the only thought in Alice's mind now.

The old lady instantly grabbed Alice over there, and she took Alice directly toward a small house in the distance - she didn't look like a person over fifty years old, and her running speed was definitely much faster than that of ordinary people.

But her movements were still a little staggering, and the sudden disaster also made the old man fall into fear.

Alice followed her into the little house with a daze. The old lady quickly lifted up something on the wall that looked like a wooden curtain and pushed Alice in.

Alice subconsciously looked around and found that this place was a cellar built at some point, and it looked like it could hold many people.

Although hiding here is not very safe, it is at least much safer than being outside.

Alice turned around and wanted to pull the old lady in too.

But she immediately discovered that things had completely changed.

The female orc with rabbit ears held a knife and squinted her eyes and looked at Alice in front of her. The old lady in front of her had her head cut off and her body hung weakly on the ground.

Alice was completely stunned, she felt as if she had suddenly lost something in her heart.

She and the old man just met just now, and the two of them had nothing to do with each other, so Alice naturally would not have any unique feelings for the old man.

But for some reason, when she died in front of Alice, Alice felt the anger of... for the first time.

And a feeling of powerlessness.

No one can save her, and she can't even save the person who saved her just now.

What exactly is this? Why did it become like this?

The orc woman saw Alice in a daze. There was no change in expression on her face. She just raised the knife and slashed towards Alice's head.

Alice bit her teeth, and some bright red busy flashed in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, held the orc's wrist directly, and then suddenly threw the rabbit's ear with the knife to the ground.

"Bang!"

Alice took out her pistol and fired a shot directly at the orc. The weapon of the Yongsheng Empire was huge enough, and the gun directly shattered the orc's upper body.

The house was instantly stained with blood and internal organs, and the strong smell of blood surged into Alice's mind.

She put down her arm a little weakly and stared blankly at everything in front of her.

It was like hell on earth. Blood, flesh, half of the body limbs flowing on the ground, no one knows whether it was blood or broken internal organs. There was some unacceptable smell in the air, which made Alice feel uncomfortable.

She walked to the old man's body, surprisingly, not knowing what she was thinking.

This is the symbol of death.

And this is the essence of war.
Chapter completed!