Orc Tyrant

The lowest level of Dunwich’s underground network is different from every level above it. It is almost completely silent. The only noise is the heartbeat of the huge roadheader engine.

The static electricity of the conveyor is active in the air, and the chlorine smell of ozone conflicts with the smell of familiar lubricants.

Mangul, the leader of the guards, passed through the long passage without a sound.

Unarmed, he made no noise when he walked on the cold floor. The few mechanics and servants working overtime in the deep underground bowed as he passed by and looked away.

Mangul ignored them, his eyes focused on the items the farts were serving.

He passed row after row of empty overweight armors. These weapons were lined up on both sides of the long wall, each of which was inlaid on a steel base frame. The underground has already formed a large-scale military factory.

Just like Oak’s habit, each suit has a different shape, and each one is a mixture of various styles and designs.

Many of them are very rough. The most common part comes from scrap armor recovered on the battlefield. The surface is nailed with a ball cap with a flashing fixed pin that is used to hold a holed alloy plate and an iron sheet together.

Some have strange convex-lip helmets, or large silver helmets with sliding visors similar to mechanic hats and horn-shaped single antennas.

All the armors are painted silver-gray, and their right shoulders have the same decorations-a grinning pale Oak smiling face and two white palm prints.

This is the logo of the Guards.

Despite the hard work of the fart servants, you can still see traces on most of the armor, not only those caused by the manufacturing process, but also those caused by the latest battle attacks-a large part of the materials are recovered from the battlefield. Guards.

Thinking of the warriors who died in action, Mangul couldn't help burning with anger. He could still see the reflection of bare metal, which was ploughed by supernatural claws and sharp blades, or dented by acid and flames.

Only he knew best what kind of war they had experienced before.

It was an extremely cruel war. They were the most elite fighters, but they were besieged by enemies from all directions. Not only did they consume a lot of equipment, but also consumed the soldiers' bodies.

Manggur still walked silently, carrying a tiny light on himself, and his right leg had not fully recovered from the dying blow of a chosen lord.

He rejected what the mad doctor had provided-the injury was bearable, and the boiling blood of Mangul was enough to provide everything needed for wound healing.

He ordered the mad doctor to give the saved mechanical prosthesis to more guards who needed it. Many powerful soldiers lost their limbs in the **** battle.

Soon, the guard leader arrived at the end of the passage.

In front of him, on the stone walls of bare rivets and bare metal, the flag of the Ouke Empire hung.

The thick cloth has new scars.

Unlike armor, the damage will not be repaired, it is a piece of rag that proves failure, and it was also Mangul brought back from the battlefield.

Mangul looked down at the object that attracted him to here from the middle of the night.

That is another armor, a luxurious armor.

Its hard armor is the opposite of Mangul's ragged jacket, which stands rigidly and stubbornly on the base like other armors arranged in the tunnel.

However, this one is different.

Its shoulder straps are bronze, and the symbolic imprints engraved on its dark gray surface are more intricate-they cover the metal gloves, arm armor and greaves of the armor with swirling flames, reflecting on Mangul's forehead and legs. Tattoo.

The relief in the center of the huge silver horned helmet is the skull of Ouke and a pair of lightning, which is the exclusive emblem of Mangul.

The shape of the helmet is also more refined.

In addition to the curved silver horns on both sides, the top is also decorated with towering, jagged ornaments, while the visor around the face is painted with wide open white mouths.

In the dim half-light, the dark face of the helmet seemed to be staring at him in silence.

Next to the metal glove of the dark armor is a huge two-handed chain saw axe. The axe handle of fine gold is locked at the bottom of the base. The head of the flared weapon has no sheath. The metal sharp teeth on the edge of the electrically driven spinner are sinister hair. Shining.

Mangul stretched out his hand and touched a jagged tooth, blood oozing from his fingertips.

Mangul immediately knew instinctively that the armor and axe were for himself.

"You hesitated."

A voice surprised Mangul, and he turned around to find Kundera was approaching.

This so-called chief of the court guard was fully armed at the moment, and Mangul hadn't heard the footsteps and the whistling of the miniature battery until now. If it were any of them, he would worry about his lack of vigilance.

However, Kundera had developed the habit of not being noticed a long time ago, and the boys often talked about him as a big guy who would appear silently.

Mangul has also heard of this.

"Why hesitate, weak bodyguard?"

Mangul looked at Kundera Ka who stopped beside him jokingly.

But Chief Ting Wei did not look at him, nor did he pay attention to the hostility in his words, but looked at the armor.

"The overlord will not recognize you standing here in the middle of the night and staring at a pair of armor, just like a new kid without blood. If you think this suits you, then you should wear it without hesitation."

Mangul felt annoyed, but he suppressed it.

"I was called by the overlord."

"You don't think you deserve this reward, but as the kids would say when they were drunk, the past is over... you haven't failed."

This voice made the two important bosses in the Ouke Empire turn around at the same time and lower their heads humbly.

The pale tyrant slowly walked out of the shadows, and he was even more impressive in power armor than the armor on the display stand.

Guk's armor has undergone another transformation, and its background color is still bright silver, every inch.

But unlike the past, from boots to helmets, there are dense swirling flames and lightning imprinted totems. There is also a heavy necklace of big teeth hanging on his throat, and more runes and totems are hanging on him. On the arm armor.

"You define the casualties of war as failure, but when you put your entire vision to the height of a world, you will find that you are so successful."

Guk continued speaking, and came to Mangul.

After the Guards returned to the Dunwich battlefield through a secret road, Guk knew that the fighting during this period left the entire army only one-third of the number before departure. When Mangul retreated, he almost lost all of its weight. Weapons, even most of the guards don’t even have complete armor.

Mangul's own armor was shattered in the **** battle with the chosen lord.

So when he came back, he looked angry and frustrated. He thought he had lived up to Guk's expectations.

But Guk knew that the goal had been achieved, and even Manggul did better than expected.

"There is no time to remember. You are about to return to the battlefield you used to know. Are you ready, Mangguer."

There is no comfort between Ouke, and Guk knows that his guard leader is a steel-hard warrior. He only needs strength, not comfort.

"I'm ready!"

Mangguer replied forcefully, looking at Guke's burning gaze.

"Very well, the new guards have arrived from the abandoned city. They need new leadership."

Guk took off the huge two-handed axe from the base and reached in front of Mangul.

"Your leader."

"Understood, boss!"

Manggur took the battle axe and nodded vigorously.

"In addition, you will have a whole new group of people."

Guke continued, and at the same time a dry, silent whisper echoed in the secret room at the end of the passage.

"Come out."

Following Guk's order, a guard of the Dead Hand Battalion slowly walked out of the shadows, and the heavy armor on his body made a harsh rubbing sound when he moved.

"They are called dead hands by me, and they control a powerful weapon, which is the key to victory in the war."

Mangul stared at the completely enclosed beast-shaped helmet, and he could feel a pair of eyes staring at him behind the black eyepiece.

"And you will lead them and wait for my instructions to turn this dirty ball of mud into a ruin without grass at any time."

"Listen to what you mean, boss, whatever it is."

Mangul nodded, looked at the armor on the bracket again, his armor, and put his hand on the chainsaw axe again.

"We are your big axe, your heavy hammer! We are the guards of Guk the Conqueror, we will destroy the world, nothing else!"