Orc Tyrant

The gloomy jungle is full of broken trees and burnt shrubs. Several sneaky figures swiftly and silently pass through the shadows. The skin on their bodies is constantly changing with the interlacing of light and shadow, which shows their identity-already. The perished hunter of the Carter family.

Suddenly, in a movement, the lycanthrope who was walking in the front squatted down and raised his hands to signal that the people behind him would hide. The flowing moonlight shone through the shade of the trees on their unobstructed bodies, letting the bow and spear in their hands There was an inconspicuous gleam.

After the demise of the family, many lycanthropes like them fled north and crossed the Echo Swamp to the territory of the Church of Wendigo. In order to survive, they had to give up their former identity and take refuge in the terrible cannibals. Fortunately, under the great threat, the Wendigo Church also maintained considerable respect for the lycanthrope clan that had taken refuge in, and did not excessively interfere or squeeze them.

But after all, they have changed to a new master. They must obey the orders issued by the top of the Wendigo Church. Just like this time, they have to meet the monsters that once destroyed their homes.

They replaced all language with silent gestures, spread out in an arc, and slowly approached the cliff in front. They were on a high ground, but at this distance, the noisy noise of those noisy creatures had begun to stimulate their sensitivity. Eardrum.

The leader carefully pushed aside the bushes in front of him, but still hid his face in the shadows. Its eyes swept down below, and everything made it feel frightened.

The large jungle in the memory has disappeared, and the large open space is carved on the surface like ugly scars. The messy trash and wooden carts are piled up. The stench fills the air and rushes straight into the sky, forming a black cloud that can block the moonlight.

It looked to the nearest camp. A large group of green skins were pushing each other, swinging a wrench around a four-wheeled cart made of metal, and smashing rivets into it to make sure it would not fall apart, crying farts. Sitting in piles of large and small packages, some green leathers spit at the big gun in their hands, and then randomly pulled a piece of cloth or leather to wipe them.

In the middle of the camp, the hunter saw a particularly strong and tall Oker. It was yelling at the Okers who were busy around the metal cart, stomping their feet hard, and hitting the head of any guy who didn’t seem to work hard enough with his fists. .

The Oak boss is more than three meters tall. The hunter is not sure if this is the commander of the Oak army, because he has heard such rumors that the real Oak bosses are freaks with a height of five or six meters. One mouth can swallow a beast, their clan was defeated by such power, the following one is obviously not that big.

The Oukes also lit a bonfire, with various creatures strung on the shelves, and the burning flames spread a thick black smoke to the sky, and the farts desperately inhaled the smoke, as if this was it. Their only food tonight.

This scenario continues to where the hunters can see. The number of Ouke is too much, which makes the significance of their investigation extremely important. The ambushes organized by the Wendigo Church are not far away. There are a group of helpers from the sea.

After a short investigation, the beasts quickly retracted into the dense forest and reported all the information they had seen to their superiors.

Naz is now a little confused, or disoriented.

As one of the three legions sweeping north, Naz is not too close to the other two guys at the moment. He has his own ideas and plans.

It has been ten days since he set off from the abandoned city in the swamp. Originally, Guk's request was for the three legions to act together, but after a series of foreseeable conflicts and quarrels, they drifted away.

Another reason for them to separate is that they haven’t encountered a bad guy for so long. This is completely different from what was expected before. The boys who didn’t fight naturally started to trouble the guys around them, starting from the third day. , The three legions continued to erupt gang fights, and the scale was getting bigger each time, so the separate operations can be regarded as the three warlords maintaining the final restraint.

But since there are no bad guys to kill, what's the point of them coming out? Just take the boys around for a while? Or build some stockades and camps? The order Guk gave them was to walk north to the beach, but he didn't say what to do when they got to the beach. According to the intelligence detected by the farts, they were now not too far from the beach.

Maybe it won't take long before they have to return to the wasteland to compete with humans again. Whenever they think of this, Naz hopes to finish this road quickly, because it is too boring to come down.

After a night’s rest, the Blood Skull Legion left the ruined old camp to continue their journey. Naz’s goal was an abandoned stronghold of stinky guys. The farts reported that it was empty, but he still needed to go personally. Making sure.

The noisy procession passed through the jungle and streams. The area north of the Echo Swamp was not as flat as the south. The Parisha River that merges into the big river divided into many tributaries here, cutting the ground into pieces of fine river beaches, and the undulating hills also let The line of sight became narrow, and the unobstructed flow along the way minimized all Ok's vigilance.

Finally, while crossing a nearly dry river bed, an accident happened.

"Boss! Something is happening!"

"Nonsense! I'm not deaf!"

Naz slapped the boy who came up and was slapped. He looked around vigilantly and suspiciously. The boys also looked at a loss. Just when he crossed the river bed with less than half of the boy, he was huge. The roar came from afar.

He had never heard such a sound. It was a bit like a war drum, and it was a bit like countless feet stomping, and even the small stones on the ground were bouncing. If the feeling under the feet did not deceive him, then there must be a very Huge things are leaping towards them.

"Quick! Get out of here!"

Naz snarled at the guy who was still on the river bed. His instinct told him that this place was not right. The rivers were so abundant before, why did they do it here?

As if to confirm his guess, turbulent waves appeared at the corner of the river in the distance!

"Idiot! Get out of here!"

The torrent hits and arouses even greater chaos. Some kids ran towards Naz, some started to run back, and some Skug beasts with cannons stubbornly refused to move. The timing of the flood It's great to be here, just when the blood skull legion's heavy weapons were crossing the river.

"Damn it!"

Naz stomped his feet vigorously, his anger almost dazzled his head, but it couldn't stop everything from happening.

The turbulent flood is like countless galloping behemoths, swept across the riverbed with their unique roar, washing away all the green things on it. In the rapids, many boys are still screaming and struggling, but they can’t change. Downstream reality.

The current slapped on the river bank, arousing waves of mist, and the re-emergence of the rushing river resembled a sharp knife, splitting the green block in two, and Naz was separated from most of his boys. .

boom!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred not far behind Naz, black smoke rose up, and a rainstorm of stones and fragments spilled on the surrounding Ok, a boy was overturned by the shock wave, and slid his face to the ground until Naz's feet. .

He stared at his red eyes and turned around, and a bullet flew past his forehead, but he did not move because he saw something that made him even more angry.

At the request of many readers, there will be one outbreak today, three shifts! The second one is at 15 o'clock, and the third one is at 20 o'clock in the evening!