Orc Tyrant

The road to the top of the mountain has been emptied. Most of the blood worshipers fell on the ascending steps or fell to the side of the cliff. Only Parker and his deputy, and the leader of the blood worshipers, walked like a cemetery. Mountain road.

Since they wiped out the last enemy, the crimson mist haunted them like ghosts, compressing their sights to within an arm.

"Everyone stay close, don't get separated."

Parker took out a simple black lamp to illuminate the road ahead. His voice broke the grave-like silence, and the shadow retreated in front of the blue beam of light, casting a sharp contrast on the stairs and the edge of the cliff.

He could feel the nervousness of the rest of the people. They were following him at the ends of the V-shape, and the wind blew vague noises, as if it was a certain language but not really listening.

"Everyone, be careful..."

He repeated again, reflexively adjusting the lighting and the holding posture of the rune sword in his hand.

Parker was about to greet the two people not to follow him, they should walk shoulder to shoulder with him, when the steps behind him suddenly crackled.

"Parker...the priest...reports...encountered..."

The intermittent answers were filled with static pops, and Parker turned his head abruptly, but he couldn't see any figure behind him, and he was empty at this time. .

Just as he held his breath and stopped on guard, a figure suddenly rushed out in front of the mountain road and flashed past in front of the beam of light.

"Who is there?"

He shouted sharply.

"Report your name now!"

The opponent did not respond, and Parker rushed forward quickly, but out of caution, he did not chase too closely, but followed the opponent at a relatively safe distance.

After reaching the end of the mountain trail, Parker looked around, swiping quickly with a beam of light.

"you are……"

Parker calmed down and saw the same figure lying on the edge of the stairs. He could swear that this person is wearing the same clothes as his deputy, but the color looks like a lot of old clothes.

"Georgia!?"

Huntsman growled, his heart beating wildly.

"Don't play dead!"

Silently mocked him.

"Damn it!"

Parker gritted his teeth and said, then strode up the stairs and lifted the opponent with a rune sword.

"what!?"

His whole body trembled like an electric shock, and Parker took a few steps back in horror, and his adjutant was facing upwards, his body was covered with honeycomb-like holes, and countless fat maggots were coming and going on his skin, and his eyes were more intense. It turned into two terrifying voids, with only one strange snake spitting a letter lingering in it.

His face was a smile mixed with contentment and dementia, and the corner of his mouth was hooked to the limit of his earlobe, and a strong body odor spread from all around him, as if he had been dead for at least a few days.

But Parker remembered clearly that he was behind him with another person a few minutes ago.

If he didn't die at the time, how did he die afterwards? If he had died long ago, what was behind Parker before...

A chill ran straight to Parker’s spine, but he had no retreat at this time. He could only gritted his teeth, stepped over the corpse of his deputy and moved on. At that moment, his Yu Guang could vaguely see the other party’s stagnant smile change. Become some kind of mocking expression.

But he couldn't stop, because he had already seen the magnificent altar.

He has seen this altar many times in the past, but as far as he is concerned, it is not much different from other altars, but it is larger in scale, but also more primitive, without those carefully carved religious ornaments. , Without luxurious embellishments, just like the worship of those ignorant polytheism followers in primitive tribes.

This is why Parker wants to apostasy. He has despaired of the Wendigo church. These are just primitive people who are shrinking in the valley and lingering. They can't do anything that is enough to please the gods, but they can only steal it. Some sacrifices, this is not what Parker wants, he wants to be favored by the true gods, he wants to be the chosen one in the legend, he wants eternity!

As if stirred by his ambition, the red mist suddenly dissipated, and everything in front of him shocked him.

The originally standing stone pillars were all broken from the middle, as if the beast that had emerged from the cage had retaliated for everything that bound it, and the huge **** vortex gradually calmed down, like a mirror floating in the air, which can be seen from any angle. To the twisted shadow of myself.

Parker saw the huge iron box, which hadn't been opened yet, but it made a sound that seemed to exist, calling for him.

He walked over step by step, the rune sword in his hand slipped from his hand inadvertently, his eyes were covered with a layer of black haze, his expression became dull...

As he approached the box, Parker's skin and flesh cracked open, exposing the subcutaneous tissue.

If blood flows out from the wound, it is very viscous and flows slowly in a vigorous and spiritual posture. This dark fluid flows into the surging blood-colored mirror surface, gradually forming the shape of a head.

Just as the enchanter used a catheter to release the blood of the deceased, fleshy texture was added to the edges of the bones, and the appearance of the skull gradually became clear. The skin, hair, horny, sharp teeth and even the runes carved on the face-this It is an ugly face with a single horn, vivid and vivid.

As if it had just emerged from a blood-red deep well, the lifeless face began to breathe, and a strong wind was set off.

"bring it on!"

The face made of blood said in Parker's own voice, even though the voice was just similar, with the texture of rasp and the meaning of death entangled in it.

"Give you eternity!"

There was still a smile on Parker's face.

"Parker! No! No!"

A faint and familiar cry came in the ear, like the disappeared blood worship?

The hesitation in Parker's heart only existed for a few tenths of a second, and then he suddenly opened the box with the chain removed amidst the surrounding chants.

There is nothing inside.

"Do not!!!!!!!!"

In the harsh screams, Hanan's power tore through the gaps in the world and fell into Parker’s despair. Everything around him fell into chaos, the screams of unfortunate believers, the muffled sound of objects being torn and broken, for a long time. Incessantly, their will was overwhelmed by fear. Some people are dead, some people are not, but they are all hit by flying debris, or simply because Hanan poured his anger on them and torn apart. .

Parker calmly faced the turbulent disaster, a terrifying beam of light projected from the sky into the earth, and then a strange gust of wind swept everyone.

"Go on... it will go on forever."

He said so, with wonder and fear in his voice.

"I can see my father, my brothers. I can hear them... calling me."