Orc Tyrant

A line of defense had been established outside the station, and when Yushkin arrived with the remaining three battalions, everyone cried out with fear and despair.

The reason is naturally not their miserable appearance, but the burning and collapsing church not far away. When the gods can't even protect their own gods, how can they shelter its followers? Some people already feel that the end is approaching, and despair makes them rush to the station desperately, but they are greeted by ruthless bullets—from the guards and the secret guards who command them.

Yushkin did not find his superiors, nor could he withdraw his soldiers to the train, so he could only find a relatively safe place to organize defenses on the spot.

What is their general thinking? How difficult is it to make everyone die for this fortress?

Yushkin questioned the commander-in-chief more than once. He vaguely felt that Yusuf should be planning something, but if this plan were to cost the lives of the entire Aswan Fortress and all the defenders, it would be too expensive.

What was he thinking about?

On the towering control tower, Yusuf was also thinking about this issue, but the object of his thinking was Guk, who brought destruction and death, the tyrant who led Ok to rise from the desert.

Oak’s gunshots were gradually approaching here, and he could see the streets burning, the houses collapsing, and the walls in the distance had no sound, as if a dead behemoth was lying on the ground.

Cannonballs continue to cross the city and fall into the fortress area, driving away the darkness, while creating large pieces of rubble. Oak's unbridled roar and noise fill the eardrums. These abominable monsters are like the flood that bursts the embankment. The influx of stocks into the streets and alleys and every strategic location.

The most conspicuous victim is the burning church.

The battle has entered the street fighting, which means that the fall of the fortress is only a matter of time. It has only been more than six hours since Ouke launched the offensive. In the hopes of everyone, the solid steel line of defense has only supported that one. In the small meeting, they could not even support the navy, and the gunboats at the port had already begun to move.

The Three Witches and the Arcanists had already evacuated, and Yusuf could not dispose of these "expensive" assets for the empire. The secret guard found him as soon as the wall fell and asked him to bear the responsibility for the fall of the fortress. , And forced all wizards and arcans to evacuate.

Yusuf did not pay more attention to them, because if nothing else, his plan should have failed. Then the only thing that can be done now is to delay Oke as much as possible and create time for destroying the railway, so that there is no evacuation. The people, either they find a way out of the wilderness on their own, or fight to death.

The railway from Aswan fortress to the outside world can’t transport too many people at one time. Yusuf is not naturally cold-blooded, but from the most realistic point of view, every second here will buy another second for other regions. The last train can only be reserved for the most elite seed troops.

"General..."

The chief of staff wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said carefully:

"Oke is coming soon, do you first..."

"You go quickly, with the staff, they are already in the car, don't let your groom toss about it anymore."

Coughing slightly to cover up his embarrassment, the chief of staff saluted Yousuf, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and craned his neck to look into the distance.

"Is it dawn so soon..."

"what!?"

Yusuf's face changed suddenly, and he raised his binoculars to look at the distant horizon in front of the guardrail that he walked quickly over.

"No...it's not dawn."

His hands trembled, and he murmured like a dream. Through the lens, he could clearly see that in the distance of blackness, a gold thread was gradually expanding. It was definitely not in the form of morning light, but something more shining. Is rising.

"It succeeded... they succeeded! They succeeded!!"

Yusuf let out a nearly crazy roar, then threw away the telescope in his hand and ran into the control tower like crazy, looking at the Chief of Staff with a stunned look.

"It succeeded! Bellas, they succeeded!"

When you came to a room with the door closed, Yusuf pushed it away and yelled at Belas, who was sitting cross-legged inside, his face flushed with excitement.

"Yes, I already know it, my task is now, Yusuf, you can go."

Incense filled the small room, and the white smoke surging was thick as liquid. Bellas opened his eyes and looked at Youssef, then untied the cloth bag on his forehead, revealing a closed eye.

Three eyes, the rarest and most powerful existence among the crow sect wizards, Belas is the only three eyes in three hundred years.

"What are you talking about, I have to show you the door."

Yusuf smiled, turned to leave and closed the door smoothly.

The old wizard sighed and closed his eyes again.

A lavender halo enveloped him, and when the surrounding incense stopped moving as if it had solidified, the eyes of Bellas' forehead slowly opened, and there was only pure and deep black in it.

When Yusuf walked back to the podium, the chief of staff was nowhere to be seen. He took his hat from the table, tidied it up and put it on his head again, then took out the cigarette case in his chest and took out a cigarette. Hold it in your mouth and light the lighter

Suddenly, a gust of wind extinguished the flame on the lighter. Yusuf looked up in response and saw a huge gray crow passing by in the night. Its body appeared translucent, shining with illusory light. , Stretched his wings and went straight towards the golden sun that gradually rose.

Yusuf lit the lighter again, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"Thanks for your hard work."

On the city wall, a group of technicians are dismantling and carrying the fortress guns left by mankind. The carts under the city wall are already fully loaded. This is a great harvest, and every skill tyrant is happy from ear to ear.

"Hey! Look!"

Suddenly, Broken Mouth pulled Aghem's arm, and the latter was using a wrench to remove useful parts from a damaged fortress cannon.

"What's up...huh?"

As soon as he turned his head to go crazy, Aghem was stunned, and then he rubbed his eyes with his dirty hands.

"Damn, what's that stuff!?"

He couldn't believe his eyes. In the dark wasteland, a small golden sun actually rose. It was so dazzling that it directly turned the night into day, and it was constantly approaching here. With.

"I thought this was wrong."

The dwarf also leaned over, holding a pair of picked-up telescopes in his hand, with blood stains on it.

"That seems to be... prawn rice?"

"What the hell!"

After grabbing the opponent's binoculars, Agum couldn't close his mouth as soon as he glanced at it for the first time.

"Ghost, really!"

He unexpectedly saw a huge shrimp-like thing in the gleaming golden light spot. Its whole body was boiling like flames, his hands raised, and his lower body was a spiral gas.

"This is not right! Hurry up!"

Realizing that this thing might not be easy to deal with, what Agum thought of was to quickly transport the things on his hand. He just ran to the roots of the city with a pile of rubbish, and saw that the idea guy was doing the same as him. thing.

"What are you looking at! Flash!"

Tomorrow this volume will end, don’t worry...