Orc Tyrant

On the sky curtain without a trace of haze, a huge scarlet sphere spreads scorching energy around, and the vicious hot wind licks the cracked dark yellow ground and tries to wipe out the last trace of water. Lifeless withered grass follows. The hot wind swept and swayed, and looking around, apart from the gravel, there were only a few pale bones of unknown creatures half-buried in the gravel and mud.

This lifeless scene is the only one in this vast world. Surrounded by mountains and oceans, it is an abandoned and forgotten land.

The sinister wasteland—the intelligent beings who know its existence call it so to show their fear and vigilance against it.

Fear comes from the huge and terrifying "Blood Day" on the sky curtain-many people call it so, but Aton, the golden lord of all things, is here incarnate as the reaper of life, in the abyss with his evil brother. Wang Tahe is exactly the same. No one knows the reason. Even the golden-topped priests of the Aden Temple have no way of knowing that this is a taboo question.

But there are always people who want to crack some secrets. Since the twelfth era, written records about the adventures of the sinister wasteland have appeared. Although the number is small and the survivors are few, from their mouths and pens, a few people are still able to Saw those terrible scenes...

Unpredictable winds and sandstorms, rolled sand and stones can even tear armor, a huge cyclone comparable to divine punishment, extremely hot days and extremely cold nights, evil beasts wandering around or lurking in the gravel will always be there. If the high-temperature heat flow gushing from the ground is not for some hidden ancient secrets, no one would be willing to go to such a nightmare land, but this is only the tip of the iceberg.

In the large library of the Supreme Astrological Tower of Quezalkoyat, there is an ancient hand scroll that is said to be written in the 13th era. It records a kind of evil creatures that exist in the wasteland. Their appearance and disgusting "beasts" "Human" is similar, but stronger and more brutal.

They can ignore the dangerous environment, howling out of the wind, sweeping everything they see, leaving only ruins and wreckage behind them. However, unlike the beast-like humans who are fat and low-tempered, these creatures are only interested in fighting and eating. They have no intentions of females, or they do not see males and females in their eyes, and they seem to be the same-without any reproduction. Tendency, for this strange creature, the aboriginals of Pacha World gradually unified its name over the long years...Ok!

Ok!

Ok!

"Oh~" Cao Sheng felt that he was very unlucky today. As a fart who had just been "unearthed" for five days, after avoiding countless fatal dangers, he finally found his "boss"-someone who seemed very The strong kid was sent out to find a source of water.

Of course, this is a very easy job compared to flicking the teeth, but who can expect a white hand to pop out of the soil, and also choke its body.

The huge palms almost squeezed the skinny brown **** into a ball, and the bare little head fluttered with the shaking of the arms and made meaningless screams.

Wow~

As another sturdy arm stretched out from the soil, the originally flat ground quickly swelled, getting higher and higher...

"Waaagh!!!" A huge roar resounded through the wasteland. Amidst the dust of the sky, a strong figure jumped up from the ground and steadily fell to the ground, arousing another piece of dust. .

"Waaagh!!!!!!" The second roar, becoming more and more exalted, full of the most primitive anger, a few dark shadows faintly visible in the wind and sand in the distance disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. .

With a snap, the straw rope that has fainted felt like he had been seated fiercely by the boss's ass, and instantly jumped up, and looked down to see if the rope on his waist was still there. The result was very lucky. He has been so far. Have not suffered any losses.

"White? Kid?"

After inspecting itself, it immediately turned its attention to the thing that almost killed its own life, and it was a little surprised that it was actually a kid, or at least looked like a kid, strong and tall, except for its skin. It's a strange grayish white, like the coarse salt in your head pocket,

"Uh..." The white boy who stopped roaring, hugged his bare head with his hands, let out a long growl, staggered under his feet, and moved forward, looking like eating from the straw rope. The guy with more hallucinogenic mushrooms-although he wants to eat it again.

At this point, a reckless guy walked over from the weakened wind and dust in the distance, with standard light green skin, muscles to be developed, covered in unknown animal skins and cloth, and a handful of rust on his waist. The scrambled rotten machete, the straw rope recognized it, his boss.

"Huh?" Scratching his sparsely-haired head, the uninvited guest's eyes were full of doubts, but he quickly left it behind, because any strange things could happen here, and there is no point in thinking about it. "New here!" said greet rudely, it held its weapon in its hand and waved it ostentatiously. With this, it wouldn't be afraid of anything.

It's a pity that the guy on the opposite side ignored it, but continued to walk towards it with a weird cry. It seemed to feel the hostility. Although the opponent seemed to be bigger and stronger, but with bare hands, it could knock it down.

Ouke always moves faster than he thinks, roaring a few steps and sprinting, his hands raised his sword, his wide eyes are filled with bloodthirsty desires, the change from idle idlers to crazy beasts can only be a moment. between.

"Wow!!!" There was no blood, only the ear-piercing screams of the fart, the grass rope felt that he must have accidentally ate the hallucinogenic mushroom before, it actually saw his boss being punched and flew out. , Flying as tragically as I was kicked by a kid, broken teeth and blood splattered everywhere, and the knife in my hand also flew so far, almost falling on myself, and still in my own life. The legs swayed here.

"What...thing!" This was the first time White Oak spoke, his voice was dry and hoarse, and his accent was a bit strange.

"Boss! Boss! I, I, I...I'm here!" The first rule of the asshole's survival rule is to embrace the strong, so the straw rope ran over without hesitation and hugged the white Ouke's calf. , Not to mention, the texture is quite comfortable.

But the owner of the calf doesn't think so.

"Get out of the way!" With just a light kick, the **** wailed in a perfect arc in the air and fell into the ground.

"I...here..." The first time I looked at myself, the strange environment, the strange self, even though he already vaguely knew what he was at the moment when he developed self-consciousness, that kind of automatically generated in his mind. The information, but in addition to those simple information, there are other things, some broken, indescribable, ghosts that stir his thinking like a whirlpool.

He almost turned into a lunatic when he woke up. If it weren't for meeting that guy, the battle would make him get rid of those strange thinking. Although only a few seconds, it was enough. He didn't need to think about those strange things. .

"I'm thirsty, water." The poor fart was pulled out of the soil. After all, Oke always thought of the fart or other Oke when he encountered a problem. It is not a last resort, and the last one to solve it by himself is always the last one. select.

"Old... boss, there, there!" The trembling straw rope pointed to the direction he had come from before, "Lead the way!" "Yes...yes!"

While walking on the straw rope, he looked back at his new boss from time to time. He has a cool white skin and a stiff back. At first glance, he knows that he has very fierce black eyes. The walking posture is different from other Ouke. The most important thing is that he is better than he has seen All Oukes must be tall (other Oukes like lazy hunchbacks), and must be strong, except that the hands seem to be short... That's not a disadvantage! Cao Sheng feels that today is his lucky day. After all, what can be more happier than finding a bigger and stronger boss?

But now in addition to the straw rope, there is another follower, the former boss who was beaten up before. The latter lost half of his teeth, especially a few fangs that finally formed a little bit. They all became White Oak’s trophies, but this did not prevent it from following.

"I can't beat you, I think you are better than the head, and you are my head." Normal Ouke thinking, so White Ouke did not refuse, or it is reasonable, but later he will Some regrets...

"Head, they are all called I Dadaomen, I may chop it off, I will chop it off for you to see."

"Head, what's your name? I see you for nothing, I wonder if you are called Dadaobai?"

"Head, that fart is not easy to use, I know a few farts are very quick."

"Head, what about your big slash? Or a big jab? Or a big click?"

"head……"

After enduring more than a dozen nonsense, White Oak finally made his first little brother successfully shut his mouth. Of course, the remaining half of his mouth before the tooth was reduced by half, but in Oak society, no matter what In the end, it will be the **** who will suffer in the end. The depressed boy sprinkled his anger on the straw rope, kicking, pinching and hitting it.

After walking for a while, just as White Oak felt that his patience was about to run out, the farts suddenly jumped up from the ground and happily shouted "here! Here!", finally they have arrived at a simple camp, or Speaking of a bit of a humble camp.

There are only symbolic deadwood fences on the outside, and houses made of withered grass and broken woods inside. When the white oak walked in from the outside, the originally empty campsite suddenly appeared as if it were a trick. Ouke and the countless number of fart spirits, both of them are currently looking at this rare thing with curiosity and unkindness.

"Look, a freak!" "This is also Ok? I thought it should be a shapeshifter." "I didn't see its teeth, did you see it? Maybe we can make a fortune..." whispered It gradually turned into a chaotic noise. Some boys have already picked up their weapons and prepared to teach the newcomers a lesson, but when the white Oker glanced at them, all the voices disappeared. There is no reason for all the boys to feel When I reached an invisible pressure, I closed my mouth very consciously.

"Boss, Shui... Boss! Boss! Water!" Through the kid's residential area, White Oak went straight to the deepest part of the camp. There was no reason or reason. He just felt that he should go here, so much so that he fart. He ignored the water that Jing used his skull to hold.

"What are you!" On a high platform built of stones and large pieces of wood, a strong Ouke roared and rose from his bone throne. It was greener and bigger than the average Ouke. Long fangs rose from the lower jaw and almost reached its nose. His eyes were full of anger and cruelty. The body was draped with armor made of metal, skeletons and animal skins, equipped with machetes, axes, and broadswords. Behind him, a red rag with a black fist swayed weakly in the wind.

Soros, the boss of the Black Fist tribe, a big guy who has experienced many battles.

"I, go up!" White Oak growled, not overwhelmed by the other's momentum. "You, come down! Otherwise, die!" "Then you go to die!" The unstoppable anger made Soros like a volcano erupting. Launched a fierce offensive, holding a huge tomahawk full of gaps, the boss jumped unstoppably from the high platform, intending to divide the guy who dared to offend him in two.

But in the eyes of White Oak, all this is as ridiculous as a clumsy fat bird planted from the sky. He picked up a lively **** next to him like a mushroom, and threw it on Soros's face. The other party was immediately big. Calling and fart spirit rolled into a ball.

"It's your choice!" Taking advantage of the other party's hurriedly throwing away the screaming ass, White Oak grabbed its neck, and then smashed the opponent into the air with a heavy right uppercut. Going out, the surroundings were already surrounded by the boys, and the fierce fighting made them all boil with blood, and the howlings one after another made the camp like boiling hot water.

"You..." "This place will belong to me in the future!" Kicking Soros who wanted to get up from the ground back to the ground, White Oak picked up the opponent's axe, and then raised it high...

Roar! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Amid the cheers of the boys, Soros's huge head flew high with spurting blood, his eyes widened, and there were few teeth left in his mouth.

"Quiet!" Holding Soros' head in one hand, and a battle axe in the other, White Oak walked to the high platform step by step. All the boys admired and looked at him in awe, Soros? It was forgotten the moment it failed.

"From now on! Me! Guk! Boss!"

"Guk! Boss! Guk! Boss! Guk! Boss!"

The boys were madly cheering and shouting for their boss, and the farts were also lively, the sky was getting dark, the Black Fist tribe died in the night, and a brand new tribe would be born in the dawn!