Orc Tyrant

"How many glasses did you idiot drink!?"

Ul roared, swiftly avoided the awkward bear hug, and used Hagrid's momentum to trip the drunk big man to the ground.

The trick almost worked, but Hagrid still reacted, supporting his body with his other hand.

He turned around and used his momentum to lift him up. At this time, his speed was so fast that Ur could hardly fight, so he was punched in the abdomen.

When Hagrid tried to continue his offensive elbow to follow the previous attack, Ur left the attack area and hit a terrible bait.

Hagrid tried to retreat sharply, but didn't avoid it.

As more crushed furniture made noises, Hagrid shook his dizzy head and stood up, but Ur was already by his side.

He quickly hit Hagrid's nose, ears and temples three times.

"Oh! You... how do you beat me like the boss! You--"

After the fierce attack, Hagrid staggered and couldn't respond, but Ur still kept holding his hands, stretching his arms forward and hooking his torso.

"You idiot wake me up!!!"

An angry Ul performed the "hell throw" stunt he hadn't used for many years, roaring and threw Hagrid across the hall, into a pile of tall barrels.

Koresh clapped his hands with a smile, and saw that the rack for the barrels was loose, and then all the barrels fell on Hagrid's head.

"are you awake?"

Ur asked breathlessly, then walked over and dragged Hagrid out of the wine and threw it on the bar.

Hagrid wiped his face in a daze. At this time, he was finally clear, and he found that his body was covered with foamy Gatford-this is a strong beer brewed with a variety of skuggs, if you drink enough Many, even Oak will lose consciousness.

"I--I seem to have a dream, and I dreamt that you were beaten by the boss."

He twisted his braid as he said, drank the Gatford that had been squeezed out of it, and then dangling from the bar to sit up.

Koresh was standing next to his comrade-in-arms and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing, Xiami..."

"Get up! Fool!"

Ur dragged Hagrid down from the bar. When the opponent landed, he swayed like a billboard in the violent wind. Koresh tried to hold him, but he felt like he was supporting a marble column that was about to collapse, so he became rational. The escaped.

After all, there are hundreds of enemies and farts crushed by Hagrid, and Koresh does not intend to become a new hapless one.

"Hello, hiccup~ Boss."

Fortunately, Hagrid finally got his footing, and he laughed and hugged Ur.

"Of course, and you, Xiami."

After being pushed away in disgust by Ur, he turned his head and added.

Koresh then took a step back and nodded to indicate that he had received it. After all, he couldn't bear the hug of a big Ouke.

"Idiot jumping! Why did I make you come!?"

Facing Ur’s questioning, Hagrid scratched his head, and after thinking about it for half a minute, he replied in a very positive tone:

"Make a seat!"

"Then what are you doing?"

"in--"

Hagrid choked for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, pointed behind Ur like a savior, and said loudly:

"The seat is here!"

Ur turned his head and found that the farts were bringing in a few brand-new tables and chairs from the back kitchen, and the neatly arranged tables and chairs were neatly arranged, forming a space for four Oukes.

"Boss, don't get angry, sit down and sit down."

Hegra took Ur and Koresh's hands to the table, then pushed them on the chair, then opened his throat and shouted:

"Wine! Lots of wine! And meat! Grilled meat! Stew! Anything! Come up!"

His yelling made the farts fled, and Ur raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

"You're a fart! Do you know how much trouble it caused me!"

"What...what's going on."

"Do you know who is keeping this place, so you come to make trouble? After drinking a few barrels, you don't know what your name is?"

"Ah, this—"

"Slash! I want to slash those ass!"

Suddenly, a sharp scream interrupted their conversation, and a fart wearing a white chef hat and a tattered apron opened the curtain of the kitchen and walked out.

He came to Ur and said carefully:

"Boss, this... something unexpected happened, the dishes have to be served slowly."

U'er took a closer look and found that it was the boss here, Lao Luo.

"It's okay, I... I'll pay for how much Hagrid's smashed, you just don't stab it to the top."

Lao Luo rubbed his hands. To be honest, he was very annoyed at first, but Ur was a frequent visitor here, and he often brought him some special "food ingredients". Koresh was strictly one of his suppliers. One.

This time the loss was mainly some furniture and drinks, but the really valuable back kitchen was not affected, so he was not unacceptable.

"Okay, I can trust Ur boss, forget it this time."

"Hey! What the **** are you ass, I—"

As Hagrid stretched out his fist, Ur immediately pressed his arm against the table.

"Owed again?"

"No...I, I just asked him why the dishes are so slow."

Lao Luo, who was so scared that he squatted on the ground, jumped up immediately after hearing it, and said in a loud voice:

"Those farts! Hack and kill! Hack and kill them all!"

"What's wrong?"

"There are two assholes, they actually...stole them! And they put their face into the bowl of vegetables to eat!"

Realizing that the boss is about to start chattering and complaining, Ur immediately waved and said;

"I see. Go ahead and serve wine first."

"Good, good! I'll go and kill those two first—"

Not long after Lao Luo whispered back to the back kitchen, the whole barrel of fresh Gatford was brought up.

Ul and Hagrid both blew at the barrel. Koresh could only take out the prepared small wine glass very "gently" and drink a little bit, but just such an amount quickly made him dizzy. Up.

If he hadn't been reformed, he would die from alcoholism and stomach bleeding if he only needed one cup.

But when they had just had less than one round of drinking, the long-broken door of the bar was suddenly blown away.

"Ok!?"

Ur put down the barrel, he looked at the door, and the skin of his brows squeezed together.

The thing he worried the most, sure enough, still happened.

Kundera, the chief of the court guard, appeared outside the door, behind him was a team of big guns with live ammunition.

"Hey, I wonder who it is."

Kundera, who was holding a thick tobacco with a thumb, couldn't help grinning when he saw Ur and his party, and walked in with his subordinates.

On the way, he saw the three court guards who were still lying on the ground, and then cast a look at the subordinates behind him. The three court guards immediately walked out of the team and carried the compatriots on the ground out of the bar.

When he came to the table, Kundera was not welcome, and directly sat down on the chair, and the court guards formed a circle, enclosing the entire table.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and Koresh always felt that those court guards aimed their guns at his back intentionally or unintentionally.

"I will join the table too, is it okay?"

Kundera leaned his head and looked at Ur with a smile. The opponent was silent for a few seconds before nodding.

"Of course, who would dare to refuse you."

"Hurt, let alone I'm so terrible, it's all for the overlord to run errands."

With that, Kundera snapped the cigarette from his mouth, and sprayed a cloud of choking smoke into Hagrid's big gloomy face.

"I heard that a guy who can fight knocked out my three brats, wouldn't it be you? Yes, I didn't see that I can fight like this before.

Hagrid sniffed, resisting the urge to sneeze, but didn't talk.

"It depends on me, I asked him to come early—"

"Tsk tusk, do you mean I can't afford to lose?"

Kundera immediately interrupted Ur, and then raised his sturdy arms and put them on Hagrid's shoulders, like a pair of close buddies.

"Haha, what I admire most is the kid who can play."

As he said, he stuffed his cigarette **** into Hagrid's mouth, then patted the opponent's shoulder vigorously.

"But it would be better to be more rules."

Hagrid took a depressed puff of cigarette, but still did not dare to speak.

"It just so happens that I am also looking for you."

Kundera said this to Ur, and the other's slightly relaxed brows squeezed together again.

"Looking for me?"

"Well, you have a new life."

Kundera said with a click, took a map from his arms and threw it in front of Ur.

"Master, you take him to make a dried shrimp as soon as possible."

"Who?"

Knowing that the ‘him’ Kunderaka was referring to was himself, Koresh asked immediately, he had a bad premonition.

"I don't know him, but you should know him. He seems to be...what Lil."

"Ben Lier, the former commander of the Dunwich Theater, now the commander-in-chief of the Holy Blood Army."

Koresh calmly read out the answer he expected, and Kundera patted his head and agreed.

"Yes, that's it."

Opening the map in his hand, Ur only glanced at it, and immediately realized that this was a very dangerous and difficult task.

But he has no choice.

"Get ready as soon as possible, and tell me what you need directly. I have something to do, so I won't drink with you first, and you can drink enough after the fight!"

After speaking, Kundera stood up and led the guards to quickly disappear outside the bar door.

Koresh and Hagrid turned their gazes to Ur, the special warfare veteran gave a frustrated sigh, then suddenly picked up the wine barrel and poured it directly down half the barrel.

"Fuck him silly stuff! Do it!"

"dry!"

The two beasts raised their wine vessels at the same time in a messy bar, and the tension before the war could only be resolved with a crazy hangover.

Before long, outside the bar, in the entire huge underground network, the horns and sirens that symbolized the assembly began to neigh frantically.

The boys put aside their work and work one after another, or wake up from their sleep, start running and yelling.

Because these signals have only one purpose.

The King of Oak began to gather his army.