Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 658 - 497 Intelligence error?

"Boss! Boss! Our boys have spotted some 'vroom vroom vroom' bean sprouts!" The grinning Knife-face Orc turned his head when he heard the report from his subordinate, "But their 'vroom vroom vroom' lacks power, not waaagh enough!"

"Oh?" The smile on Knife-face Orc's face immediately bloomed as he looked at Scar beside him, "I remember you saying your tribe had many young ones killed by a bean sprout, right?"

"Yeah, yeah! That bean sprout was fierce, we just wanted one of her teeth, and she slaughtered most of us. Bad bean sprout!"

Knife-face Orc moved his mouth, the thick muscles around his lips exaggeratedly writhing before he suddenly spat to the side, "tui!"

A blob of thick spit directly made a big pit in the ground, and Knife-face Orc, clutching his blood-dripping, bone-covered machete, strode off in the direction his subordinate had indicated, "Let's go, let's see what these bean sprouts are all about!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Deafening roars came from beneath Knife-face Orc's behind as a colorful, spiky, orc-customized motorcycle belched two thick trails of dark smoke, leaving the faces of the few orc youngsters playing behind blackened.

With a bang, the motorcycle shot out fiercely, the raging roars and howling wind making Knife-face Orc extremely exhilarated, and he couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs, "waaaaaagh!"

The sound trailed away in the distance, and the large group of orcs left behind all raised their varied weapons to the sky, "waaaagh!"

Under the endless cries, an invisible force field wrapped around both Knife-face Orc and the motorcycle, momentarily increasing their speed by a third as they kicked up a sandstorm several meters high.

...

Upon seeing the rapidly approaching sand dragon at the end of the plain, the three elves riding their motorcycles slowed down a bit.

"Those orcs have discovered us." One elf said with a stern face, his eyes focused.

Some orc youngsters on motorcycles had seen them from a distance earlier, but those youngsters were apparently trained in some tactics.

Their group scattered in all directions after spotting them, fleeing in different directions, evidently to go back and report.

They had chased one of them for half a day, only to find they were being led on a wild goose chase across the wilderness, and their large force had probably already received the message.

When they finally broke away and caught up with another track, they ran right into the scene before them.

"Looks like... just one?"

The rising sandstorm filled the sky, but there was only one trail.

Was it another biker trying to lead them away from finding the orc troops, or... something else?

"Doesn't matter," another elf said coldly, pulling out his Spiritual Energy dart gun from beside his motorcycle, "Catch him, and it's all solved."

The orc youngster they had followed earlier had run too fast, they couldn't catch up, and they couldn't get any new information while trailing him, so they had to give up.

Although the motorcycles ridden by the orcs were noisy and crazily bumpy, looking like they could fall apart at any moment, they just didn't, and they were incredibly fast.

Yet the biker who had been sending out thunderous roars from afar seemed to be heading straight for them, and they might be able to catch him.

"Vroom vroom vroom!"

The motorcycle roared all the way, the earthy yellow sand dust mingling with a black twister.

Like a shark cruising through the sea of sand, its dorsal fin breaking the waves on the ground and charging straight towards them.

Undiminished in momentum!

The elf holding the gun in one hand and the motorcycle handle in the other had a fierce look in his eyes, and the motorcycle underneath him began to tremble lightly, ready to dodge at any moment.

The orc-customized bikes were highly aggressive, with bodies and tires filled with steel spikes that posed grave danger—if struck head-on by that thing, it definitely wouldn't be pleasant.

"Boom!"

A colorful motorcycle suddenly burst from the dust, and the elf in its path reacted instantly, his motorcycle, directly linked with his Spiritual Energy, shooting out like an arrow and evading a potentially deadly collision.

However, even with his swift reaction, he hadn't expected that from atop the buzzing, oversized motorcycle, a large hand would stretch out in an instant and grab the elf by his slender waist.

Feeling the surprisingly tough sensation in his hand, Knife-face Orc's face revealed a cruel smile, and with a squeeze, a "crack" sound was heard as agony surged onto the elf's face, yet he no longer had the time to dwell on the pain.

"Snap!" Casually tossing aside the lightweight bean sprout in his hand, Knife-face Orc looked towards the other two elves on motorcycles, his eyes a little puzzled, "Just two?"

The thick-lipped gruff voice sounded silly and simple-minded.

Weren't those brats saying there were several?

And so feeble, no fun at all!

Looking at the super-sized orc that had easily crushed one of their own, dark fear began creeping into the eyes of the two elves, now scattered to the left and right.

Could an orc really have this level of strength?

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They, who lived in the wilderness year-round, had had their fair share of encounters with orcs, but among those they had dealt with, there was never an orc this formidable.

They were the Hunting Team, tasked with this mission, and though their strength might not compare to those within the tribe on the path of the warrior, they were certainly skilled fighters in their tribe.