Orc Tyrant

The black soldiers wearing breastplates charged towards Grak. They were the replenished Zuen regiment. Although the entire Zuen regiment was almost wiped out in the last war, Ouke’s threat also made King Zuen understand that they could The only thing that stood in the way of these green beasts and his own civilians was the Aswan line of defense, so he simply agreed to the empire's replenishment request and took out the best warrior of the tribe.

The first few people approached Grak and fired. The bullets hit the thick breastplate and broke apart one after another. One of them was holding a large-caliber hunter just about to fire, but before he could react, he made a bottom-up blow. Let his head burst instantly, and his body flew backwards.

"Scumbags! Come on!"

The crimson behemoth roared presumptuously. Around him, more human soldiers came to cover up and kill them. Their breastplates were shining in the fire, and they rushed towards the Ouke warlord with a frenzied fighting will, their eyes widened under the pointed helmet , Pistols, rifles, large-caliber shotguns and even traditional machetes wielded in their hands.

Few ordinary opponents can survive their impact, but they are facing Grak, a warlord commanding tens of thousands of warriors.

"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

He immediately set out to counterattack with ferocious power. The brutal and throbbing howl drowned the savage roars of the soldiers, and the blood filled the air, and Grak smelled it.

Like a high cliff standing in the **** ocean, Slaughter was calling him.

The huge red two-handed axe was raised high, and when it fell, with a biting gale, it roared and cut through the flesh and bones and shattered the head.

Ignoring those humble attacks, he waved a series of short and swift blows with both hands. The limitation of the city head space made his killing more cruel, and the soldiers could not dodge. No one lives forever. The black debris on the ground was soaked in red, like dead wood floating in a sea of ​​blood, full of the charm of death.

A powerful blow swept away the lives within a few meters of Grak, and one after another, the howling red villains kept up with their boss.

The battle intensified, and even the air became a mixture of blood and fighting excitement. Black soldiers draped all over, wolverines holding huge swords, and prepared militia regiments attacked with desperate fear, sharp blades. And the gunpowder flickered on the fierce wall, the howling was hoarse and harsh, and the gunpowder was choking.

However, the scale of battle is rapidly tilting. More and more Ouke are on the top of the city, but less and less blood can be shed by human beings.

"Are you sure you want to release it?"

Standing on the tower far away from the city, a group of wolf witches and priests clustered around a huge human-shaped metal coffin, with dark red rust marks all over it, and circles of chains were entwined like poisonous snakes, and the scriptures were pasted. It's densely packed, and everything seems to be guarding against what's inside.

The bald black-robed priest asked again, his tone of voice extremely solemn.

"Are you sure? Mr. Ketov, after this release, there is no possibility of recycling, and it must be destroyed regardless of the outcome."

"Yes, I understand, I will bear all the consequences."

"To understanding."

The priests then chanted chants and opened the chains one by one. The leader took a key from his neck, inserted it into the hole in the center of the coffin, and twisted it gently.

As soon as a gap was opened in the closed coffin, a heavy gasp came out like a gale, as if a huge beast was locked inside. The wizard with a red wolf face mask stepped forward and slowly pulled the front cover of the coffin. open.

"Boddington, my brother."

Inside the huge iron coffin, a skinny figure was hung in the air by layers of chains. Its skin was as dry and pale as a corpse. Its palms and soles were nailed with large nails, twisted unnaturally, and its chest protruding. There are stitching marks all over the ribs, and a large number of religious ornaments and scriptures are printed on its limbs and torso, and its head.

That is by no means all human forms, full of abnormal corners and bone spurs, dark red mucus oozes from the stitched eyelids and dripping down to the toes, its mouth is so big that it is different from ordinary people, and the corners of the mouth have been split behind the ears. , As it breathes, you can vaguely see the jumbled teeth.

This is an enchanter, an unnatural existence twisted by a wizard.

Many people know that wizards have always been plagued by physical mutations, especially the wolf witches who need to mobilize a lot of Hanan's power. Their danger is as high for their companions and enemies.

But few people understand that there are some very special figures among the mutated wizards. Their willpower is strong enough to fight against the soul-seavers and predators in the Ocean of Uncertainty even when their flesh and blood are distorted. , Which allows them to keep their own existence from being swallowed, and these people are called enchanters.

But demons will not easily let go of their mouths. The spirits of the enchanters will be in a state of confronting evil for a long time. They are very unstable, and the human will will eventually reach its limit. The ego of the enchanters is in the vastness. The foreign washes will inevitably dissipate, at that time a real demon will come, so these people often end in destruction.

Hearing a familiar voice calling to himself, the enchanter raised his head slightly, his terrifying mouth grinned open, revealing his long curly tongue.

"...Katov..."

His voice was in a trance like a dream, which meant that his ego was on the verge of collapse.

"……he he he he he!"

Then the whisper turned into a vicious grin, and its face turned into a mocking expression.

"...Katov..."

"……he he he he he!"

He kept alternating between trances and weird smiles. The scarlet wolf witch took a deep breath. He knew that his brother had reached the final end, and he had to be cleaned up anyway.

"Fight for us one last time, and rest here."

The enchanter was silent, he gritted his teeth, as if fighting against the malice that surged in his body, and then he nodded.

"……farewell……"

Cang Dang!

The chains were opened one by one, but the enchanter didn't fall to the ground. He just floated in mid-air until the last nail of his limbs was pulled out, and he suddenly disappeared in the coffin.

Grak, who was slashing happily, felt something instinctively. The explosive muscles suddenly tightened, his keen senses were full of sticky and diffuse stench, the throbbing of his temples and the dimming of his vision struck together, with the final short The words, the devil has arrived.

"Hlaifunsaranatanasinteinangifunshimmadaga!"

A claw with a mouthpart grabbed one of the kid’s arms, and then swung down another claw with a sharp blade. The vicious blade cut through the steel shoulder armor in the splashing sparks, deep into the green flesh.

"Shrimp stuff!"

When the arm was removed, the kid roared angrily, swung his axe and chopped off the appendage with mouthparts, splashing blood and pus together.

A kid was even more unlucky. A claw pierced his torso directly. The obsidian-like claws pierced the armor, and the living mouthparts bit his internal organs. When the claws were pulled out, the green skin crashed down and he The huge heart was slowly chewed into pieces in the mouthparts.

Glak smashed all the oncoming appendages and tentacles with an axe, and when he saw clearly what was coming, his eyes immediately narrowed.