Orc Tyrant

At the end of the canyon stood two identical giants, as huge as the mountains they were in.

Tall, elegant and mighty, these two powerful bipedal structures have extremely slender human-shaped silhouettes. They seem to be made of some kind of ceramic-like material, pale as bones, as if they were in a huge mold. Cast.

The slightly lowered head is a curved helmet with shining gems, and elegant long thorns stretch out from the shoulders like angel wings. These two beings are not just mere memorials, they were once guardians. One arm is holding a long and narrow scimitar full of serrations, and the other arm is some kind of slender spear-like weapon, with faded flags hung on a slender barrel covered with grooves.

"Holy Mother..."

Diego stared at them and exclaimed, although he used to see these two mighty protectors every day, he would still be shocked by the advanced and elegant it represents.

The calmness built in his heart collapsed in front of these stalwart war machines. Compared with these two structures overlooking the canyon like the gods of war, everything seemed small and humble. He saw in these guards the same shape as the canyon. Elegance and beauty, but it is impossible to understand who created this mountain out of thin air, and these guardians.

Is it his ancestor?

There are many myths and stories circulating in the tribe with only a hundred people. The most accepted is that they are abandoned children-the descendants of the combination of gods and mortals.

The people here have eternal life. They are arrogant and arrogant, despising all living beings outside, and waiting for those people who have abandoned them to return and bring them back to the former paradise.

Only Diego’s mother, tired of day after day boring, chose to leave, go among the humans, and met that person-Diego’s father, the third emperor of the Erus dynasty, Xian Junminich Erus.

Because of her special status, although she loves each other, Menech has no way to marry Diego’s mother. She can only be his secret lover. This gives Diego a disgraceful illegitimate status, but Menech is stubborn. He was granted the treatment and status of a prince, which made him and his legal wife almost anti-destination.

For this reason, at the age of seven, Diego had to temporarily return to the tribe with his mother to avoid **** battles in the court.

It was at that time that he realized that there was another kind of blood flowing in his body besides human beings.

When he was fifteen years old, the storm hit, and the raging waves of the enemy swept across the tribe. Before his death, Diego's mother asked him to leave and vowed to protect the Erus dynasty, and never stepped here again.

Diago can't remember the scene of that night clearly. All he can remember is the hungry laughter in the dark, and the spell his mother has carved on his forehead, which is the ancient name Mori Haig The blessing given by the gods can change the blood in his body, allowing him to maintain the human body structure until he enters the phantom fog next time.

With these past events flowing in his mind, Diego walked towards the towering colossus step by step.

About a hundred men and women in long robes and reflective masks gathered in the gorge, around a large basalt altar, and this altar stood on a rock wall deep in between the guardians, like In front of the huge mouth-like cave.

They are all familiar figures, but Diego can only watch them standing here like static sculptures for thousands of years. Their souls have been taken away, and only their bodies are left here to be washed by the years.

As for why they are not decayed, all thanks to this mysterious canyon, in such a long time, humans or other life have not discovered this place, not only because of the phantom fog outside the canyon, but also because of a mysterious magnetic field. It wraps everything here, and even the prepared food will not decay, so people here rarely worry about survival.

Diego walked towards the cave, it was like a torn wound, and the darkness inside seemed to be darker than the deep night sky.

The tribe members wearing mirror masks watched quietly as Diego walked through the crowd towards the basalt altar. Their smooth black surfaces gleamed in the last afterglow, like a pool of pitch-black still water.

All kinds of objects lie messily on the altar, bracelets, earrings, straw dolls and bead necklaces-these are their personal belongings.

The sun finally set, although the sky was still lit by its afterglow, the coming night gave Diego a familiar feeling, just like the night he escaped, but without the distant laughter.

He stepped into the cave without hesitation.

The interior of the mountains is full of sounds and colors. This is not just the echo of his footsteps, but there are more colors that ordinary people cannot distinguish with the naked eye. Only the current Diego, with his regained keen senses, can see these. Hue, they fluctuate like smoke, radiating from the smooth rock wall of the cave like bioluminescence.

He finally came to the front of a huge deep pit in the center of the mountain. The black hole tens of meters wide was a perfect circle. The rock wall above the pit was crystal clear like the dome of the temple, and it was the same material that made up the guardians. The milky white vault is permeated with scarlet veins, like the top marble.

Thousands of pulsating shiny black lines spread out from the deep pit, like the root system of some unnatural weed, a black barrier was lifted, and Diego saw a green figure floating out of the pitch black. .

It hangs stiffly in the air, and black fibers hang on its body, like a green crown.

Green is green again.

Diego has never hated this color so much in his life. Maybe it was some kind of curse on him. He had worshipped this thing when he was very young, but now he needs to wear it.

This is a set of green armor, composed of large smooth plates, shaped like a scorpion’s torso, with slender limbs like a scorpion tail, and a smooth arc on the head. It is as elegant as ever, but at the same time it is fierce and deadly. brutal.

The white rune is carved on the center of the helmet's brow, and on both sides of the cheek are weird tubular bodies, and two serrated knives float on the other side.

Diego walked to the deep pit, those fibrous tentacles lifted him into the air and removed all the clothes on his body.

At this moment, he is inhuman, his original strong body has become slender like a dancer. Under the control of the fiber, the armor is disintegrated and buckled one by one onto Diego.

It's very light and thin. It sticks to the skin like a layer of gauze, without the rigidity of armor.

"Well……"

When the helmet finally covered his head, a strong sense of dizziness slammed into Diego's brain, and a flood of memory flooded into his mind. If it were a normal human being, it would be enough to instill it. It's crazy.

That was the memory and skills from the previous user, which made Diego know this armor from unfamiliar to well-knowledge in just a few seconds.

After everything was over, he took a deep breath, held the two sharp blades, his thumb brushed the mark on the handle, the hunger and thirst buzzing sound accompanied by a slight tremor of the air from the blade, Diago learned from memory Knowing that these rapidly rotating saw teeth are enough to tear apart the toughest armor.

He gently leaped back to the ground from the top of the deep pit, and the barrels on both sides of the helmet sprayed out a few fine crystals against the rock wall, and then two scorching bright lights.

A big hole was forcibly drilled in the rock wall.

"Guk..."

Inserting the deadly chain swords staggered behind him, Diego disappeared into the cave like a breeze, leaving only the sighs echoing among the rock walls...