Orc Tyrant

The security captain turned to his adjutant, who looked completely frightened, his face pale and his eyes blank.

"What news is there in Song Town? Or just a damned rescuer!"

The pale adjutant shook his head, and the security captain cursed again. The attack had been happening for several hours, but he couldn't even decide whether to retreat.

Many Wendigo believers have never seen a real battlefield. The beacon has never spread to a small grass in Silent Hill. The only battle for most people is to join the raid team to attack human villages and towns. These low-intensity struggles It's hard to call it a war. Some people have never heard the sound of guns in their lives.

There was no warning from the attack. Only Wendig knew what happened to the outposts on the outer edge. A raid of this scale shouldn't be without warning!

But the impossible really happened, too real to be true.

Somehow the guard captain became the highest-ranking officer in Travis, because the entire Wendigo church had no serious military organization at all.

But the point is that he, a Wendigo believer, has never received any formal education in a formal tactics or strategy class. Most of his ability to climb to the current position is based on family status and witchcraft skills, rather than Military command capability.

Damn it, it's just a small town! The purpose of his father’s appointment as the captain of the garrison was only to hope that he could expand the influence of the family in the local area so that his cousin could compete for the next ceremonial ceremony. He never thought that he would be pushed against the full-scale invasion of Oak. The first line!

Yes I do! Dude, think about it! How to do?

There are probably less than a thousand magic bullet shooters with him, what about the sacrificial group? At least three predator battalions should be nearby, but the adjutant has been unable to contact them. He can only assume that they have been in contact with the enemy theoretically and have been completely annihilated.

"I can't fight like this..."

He hesitated for a while, but decided to withdraw from the final line of defense and retreat back to Chant Town or other diocese. He believed that if the chief priest of Cato would still do the same, they must go back to protect the Holy Land and the Great Altar.

After a slight boost, the captain turned to the adjutant again.

"Send a message to everyone, telling them to retreat immediately. The Wendigo Church Guards will stay here and delay the enemy as much as possible!"

The adjutant gaped:

"The church guard is going to guard here? That's suicide!"

"Send the **** message! This is their fate! At the moment the church is destroyed, they are also destined to return to Wendigo's embrace!"

The adjutant began to tremble to transmit information to the surrounding wizards, the guard captain yelled and ordered the guards in front to go to the rear, and urged the groom to quickly prepare the remaining horses and vehicles. The already precarious line of defense was completely shaken!

Despite this, the captain of the guard felt that his thoughts had become clearer.

That's right, the church guard will delay the enemy here, and he will have the opportunity to lead the remaining people back to a safer position.

Maybe this kind of thinking is a little cowardly and a little ungodly, but Wendigo is here, the dead can't do anything, there are more ways to think of survival.

"Team, captain?"

The adjutant spoke suddenly.

"Chikato... the chief priest of Kato sent a message that no one is allowed to retreat, he will come to support immediately!"

The garrison frowned long:

"Huh? Are you sure?"

He answered like this, feeling that the calmness that had just arrived was moving away from him again.

"Yes, yes! A message sent by the chief priest of Cato himself!"

"Damn idiot! Have to drag everyone to death!"

The adjutant looked at the security captain dumbfounded, he couldn't even believe what he had just heard.

"This……"

"Don't fudge! We have to go quickly! Don't expect anything unless he can invite Wendigo!"

The guard captain urged as he walked. The young adjutant followed his steps. They climbed to the back of a certain carriage and threw all the goods that had been loaded on it onto the ground. The coachman looked at them in surprise, but didn't say anything. what.

After finally clearing out the back of the carriage, the two immediately sat down. There were many people around like them, but the number of carriages was limited. Driven by the desire to survive, the believers competed and even fought each other.

Bang~~~!

When the carriage was just starting, the church's originally closed door suddenly opened. The captain of the guard's eyes lit up, and when he looked there, he saw a scene that made him sweat.

In the open door stood a monster nearly four meters high, with a body like a human but with limbs like a beast. Its head resembled a male deer but its mouth was full of fangs, and its thin torso was rotten like a corpse, gray and white. The fur hung on the **** ribs like rags, and even the organs still squirming inside were vaguely seen.

As soon as the monster left the door, it screamed, and then went straight to the battlefield on all fours, behind it there were many creatures like it.

"Wendigo..."

The guard captain was trembling all over, he had heard similar rumors, but had never witnessed it.

According to legend, some believers received Wendigo’s blessings during the long sacrifices. Their bodies were transformed by divine power and turned into creatures similar to Wendigo’s appearance. However, they also lost most of their minds and became addictions. The bloodthirsty monster, the elders call it [Deer Head Messenger].

But in fact, the captain of the guard has heard another version of the legend that certain believers who have performed more taboo rituals will become such things, such as... close relatives can eat.

But regardless of the version, these messengers are the human incarnations of Wendigo. The captain of the guard never thought that there was such a group of things hidden under the church. Obviously, the priest of Cato had been carrying sacrifices to the church before Finally there is an explanation, or is the Cato priest himself one of them?

The guard captain didn't dare to guess, his only idea now was to stay as far away as possible.

When the carriage started running, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but a strange roar made him alert again. He looked around for the source of the sound, but could only see the burning woods and buildings.

The voice was getting closer and closer, and when he gritted his teeth and was ready to jump off the car at any time, he was suddenly lifted by a huge force.

In mid-air, his peripheral light caught a glimpse of a huge red three-wheeled machine, a broken carriage, and a certain Oke who was yelling with his mouth open.

The next second, he heard the explosion of his skull cracking.

"What?"

Feeling like he had run into something, Ge Gu, who had exhausted his momentum, rarely stopped. He stretched out his head and glanced at the front wheel, only to see a headless corpse that was convulsing.

"Bah, boring!"

After spitting, Gogu stepped on the accelerator again and disappeared into the burning street.

Not far away, the deer head messenger pushed Jiaya La on the canine-toothed front of steel and fire. Hundreds of defenders poured out to fight the propulsion of the walking iron cavalry, trying to kill him at the cost of life. repel.

The sharp claws scraped the steel, exploding blue sparks, and then a huge battle axe slashed on the witchcraft-blessed flesh, squeezing out a fluffy blood.

For mortals, monsters that are terrifying and powerful are no different from the shrimps killed by them. They are faster and more resilient, but they can’t break the thick and heavy of them. Defense, although they can avoid one or two cumbersome attacks with speed, there are more fangs, and they can crowd each other to form a wall of steel blades.

They can dodge one cut, but it is impossible to dodge three cuts. Jiaya La uses this dull and hard tactic to quickly consume the lives of these monsters.

I don’t know if there is a third-year student party among the readers. If so, I wish you a smooth college entrance examination tomorrow... Stop reading the novel and go and worship Brother Mao!