Orc Tyrant

As the edge zone closest to the treacherous wasteland, the climate in Aswan is only stronger than the surrounding area. The huge temperature difference and arid climate are severe tests for most human beings. However, in order to resist the green beasts constantly emerging from the wasteland and prevent the most important production area of ​​the empire from being destroyed, mankind had to build defenses here.

From the map, the Aswan area is a short corridor. On the west side is the towering and stretching roof mountains, and the east side is connected with Tieluo Bay. The total length is 300 kilometers, the narrowest point is only 5 kilometers, and the widest point is 80. Kilometers, it only takes a day and night to reach Aksum Province by foot of Ouk.

Just to prevent this from happening, after the first large-scale invasion of Oc, the Benedict Empire strengthened the Aswan fortress from a single fortress to a fortress group that traverses the entire corridor. The two fortress divisions were originally deployed. Also expanded into an army.

The Axum Army is based on the backbone of the Empire. On the basis of 3 backbone divisions, 1 cavalry division, and 1 artillery division, it has added 47 infantry garrison battalions, 35 garrison artillery companies, 12 heavy artillery companies, and 5 The militia reserve brigade also has independent engineer battalions and several mysterious battalions. With extreme mobilization, the total force theory can reach as much as 120,000.

However, the fact is that due to the long period of "peace", the Axum army not only has to shoulder the responsibility of guarding the Aswan line, it also needs to help defend the beasts on the Panos Plain, a kind of no Ouk. Such a strong, but even more abominable green demon.

So most of the time, the main force of the defenders on the Aswan line is still the 47 garrison battalions, 35 artillery companies, 12 heavy artillery companies, and 1 backbone division plus 1 cavalry brigade as a mobile force. The militia reserve brigade is not immediately following. There is no way to mobilize the situation. This is an administrative question that the empire has not resolved. Should the reserve brigade belong to the chief military officer of the region or the chief military officer of the theater?

But even so, in the eyes of many people, that much force is more than enough. After all, Oak has never really caused any threat. Most people's impressions of this creature are only in folklore and academic papers.

A group of brainless beasts, at best they only know how to walk on two feet. Is it worth fearing?

"That is…"

As soon as the sleepy soldiers were driven out of the warm barracks by the officers, they saw an indigo-colored back standing on the inner wall of the fortress, surrounded by cyan flames, and whenever his hands brushed over the ruined The wall, the bricks that have been in disrepair for a long time, seem to be alive, swelling and creeping visible to the naked eye, and then returning to the original square appearance, but the previous gaps and gaps have been filled, and the entire surface The wall seems to be newly built.

"Master Bourbon, so early."

The soldiers greeted them cordially one after another, and the figure turned around. There was a white mask on his face with only his eyes exposed.

Bourbon, graduated from the Royal Arcane College of Cusco, currently works in the Arcane Department of the Imperial Military Affairs Department, and is also one of the very few arcane divisions in the army. Unlike other arranged colleagues, Bourbon joins the army voluntarily. Many people speculate that this may have something to do with the father of the officer who died in the service.

"Ah, there are still a lot of things to deal with today, and the foundation of the second basement area is also loose. It won't work sooner."

There was a kind voice under the mask, a little hoarse, sounding in his early thirties, but in fact Bourbon had just passed his twentieth birthday.

"Bourbon, are you ready here?"

Suddenly, there was a slightly old voice in the distance, and another arcanist walked out from under the wall two hundred meters away. He had long brown hair and wrinkles on his melancholy face. His appearance was at least forty. year old.

"Senior Ron, I'm fine here."

"Me too, but there are only two of us in such a big fortress. How about the five good people?"

Arcanist Ron, also served in the military department. But he doesn’t like this job very much. It’s not that he doesn’t want to serve the empire, but that they have too few manpower. All parts of the empire are requesting arcane assistance, but their arcane hall even includes people, dogs and cats. For those who can breathe on the forty number, all arrangements have been booked until two years later.

The greatest role of arcanists in the army is to quickly build field fortifications, repair damaged artillery, and give first aid to important wounded when necessary.

"Now that the empire is not peaceful everywhere, let's work harder, those beasts...you have seen them too."

Hearing the complaints of his colleagues, Bourbon's voice was calm. He stared at the boundless desert in the distance, recalling the experience a few weeks ago.

Perhaps out of curiosity about Oak, Bourbon and Ron joined a patrol after they came to the fortress. They followed a whole cavalry company into the wilderness and met Oak for the first time a few days later.

Until that time, Bourbon had the most intuitive understanding of the horror of this creature.

Obviously there is no thread on his body, but he can continue to charge with more than a dozen guns in his body. The terrifying roar wakes him from his dream several times. In the end, the cavalry company commander rushed up and chopped off the guy's head. It really stopped.

And such things are everywhere here...

"I'm not talking about hard work, since I joined the military, I didn't think about how comfortable it would be, but those **** wizards."

Ron's tone was very angry, and he hammered the solid breast wall hard.

"They are just a bunch of thugs! Rogue!"

"Rogue? Hearing this word from a group of short-lived ghosts, I feel more and more that the empire is almost hopeless."

The sound of laughter came from behind. The two of them turned around and saw that at some point there were four or five wizards with various masks standing on the playground under the inner wall. The one who made the sound moved the wolf mask up his head. Showing a young face.

"Pay attention to your words! Cartel!"

The ephemeral ghost is a very harsh term for the arcanist. Ron's face flushed red, his hands clenched for a while, and then loosened, looking very excited.

But the young wolf school wizard called Catlier seemed very happy to see the other's angry look. He showed a playful expression, shook his exaggerated hands and bent down, just like a drama actor.

"Ah, that's really sorry, I shouldn't poke the sore spot of the two, old, first, born."

"you!"

Ron wanted to rush down angrily, but a hand stopped him.

"Cartelier, we don't want to quarrel with you. I hope you don't bother us. They are all serving the empire and performing their duties."

"Oh, it's Mr. Hao Hao Bourbon, how do you say that sentence?"

Cattlell straightened up and pinched his throat to imitate a rough sound.

"Our country folks are like this, no better than the big masters in your city."

"Hahaha!"

The wizards all around laughed, and the soldiers who drew the running exercises also laughed. Ron's face changed from red to pig liver. Although the Bourbon beside him couldn't see his face, his shoulders trembled slightly. Shows a certain emotion that is about to be suppressed.

"But speaking of it, Bourbon, arcane has killed you like this, why don't you cherish your life more?"

Cattlell patted his face very maliciously, and a cat witch beside him couldn't stand it, and pulled his sleeve.

Because of an arcane accident, Bourbon disfigured his face, so he put on the mask. Not many people know about this, Cattlell happens to be one of them.

"To shut up!"

Ron shouted loudly, and the Bourbon beside him took a step forward and said in a calm tone:

"Just now."

"what."

"Close this matter."

The pale cyan flames lingered around him unconsciously, and Ron was stunned by Bourbon's words. Although he had been talking fiercely, he had never thought of doing it. After all, arcanists have no barriers to witchcraft, nor do they have superhuman perceptions. Apart from the power of shaping energy, arcanists are just ordinary people, not even as ordinary people.

"Hahaha! Okay! I accept it!"

Catlier laughed and slapped his hands twice, Hanan's power quickly gathered on him, and the cold white flames and the hot red flames interlaced on his shoulders.

A conflict between arcane and witchcraft attracted everyone’s attention. This is a scene that is hard for ordinary people to see. No one wants to miss it. More and more soldiers gathered here and soon surrounded the grass. Water can't get through, but when things get to this point, they can't hold back officers, especially high-ranking officers.

"stop!"

Accompanied by the sharp whistle, a large number of military police rushed into the playground and quickly dispersed the crowd. An angry Yusuf strode over. Compared to a few years ago, he was much older at this time.

"General."

Both Bourbon and Catrell stopped their power. They were soldiers first, and wizards or arcans second.

"Cartelier."

Yusuf walked up to the young wolf school wizard with a harsh tone.

"There will be a second time, I will send you back to your father, I believe you will not want to go back there again."

"Yes."

At this moment, Catlier no longer had the arrogance he had before. He lowered his head, his face covered with fiery red hair, and he couldn't see what his expression was.

Yusuf sighed, in fact he was also responsible for this matter. The first thing any senior general in the empire must learn is how to coordinate the relationship between the army Leomancer and wizard, both of which are essential to the empire army, but the relationship is so bad that Yusuf has no such experience. As a result, he made many mistakes, such as arranging the dormitories on both sides so close.

Although the place was changed later, contradictions had already arisen.

He applied for arcane assistance, but he never expected that the Military Affairs Department would send someone over. The moment he received the transfer order, he suddenly realized that it was probably Diego's handwriting again. Although he has left here, he has never felt relieved. He has continued to increase his budget and purchase new equipment for several years. Now most of the soldiers have replaced with new after-loading guns, and all 48 advanced 380mm fortress guns are in place, old-fashioned. A number of field guns were also replaced, and weapons that were not available before, such as mines, rockets, and so on, were also added to the warehouse.

A secret guard can never do this, Yusuf often thinks like this.

"General! There is a situation."

Just as Yusuf was thinking about how to alleviate such a sharp contradiction, the messenger ran over.

"what's up."

"There was a discovery at Observation Post No. 19."

"Ok?"

"Yes, but not sure."

Such words surprised Yousuf. Observation Post No. 19 was a small fortress in the southeast of the main fortress. It was only 300 meters away, but it was already a relatively deep outpost.

"Go and see."

Yusuf took the wizards and prepared to rush over, but Bourbon came to him.

"General, I want to go too."

"One…"

As soon as Catrell wanted to open his mouth, the deer sect wizard on the side dragged him back into the crowd.

"Mr. Bourbon, it's too dangerous."

"I'm also a member of the fortress, so I can't hide in the boudoir like a little girl."

Although Bourbon’s words were a bit ridiculous, Yusuf was a little bit emotional. The arcanists he had heard of were all gloomy people buried in the sea of ​​books. He did not expect that there would be such a "soldier" arcanist. .

"Ok."

The group hurried to post 19, where the officer was already waiting outside the gate, but when he saluted Yusuf, he walked to the highest point of the post without even looking.

"Over there."

Taking the telescope handed by the soldier, Yusuf squinted his left eye, and his right eye tried to look towards a sand dune.

"what's that!?"

He put down the telescope with an exclamation, and then lifted it immediately after a sigh of relief.

Through the mirror, he could see that on the sand dunes, there are more than ten giant Oukes. All of them are a circle larger than the ones he has seen. They are also wearing very "excellent" armor. The description was a bit wrong, but it was really good compared to the Oak he had seen.

But the key is not that, but that these giant Oukes are surrounded by a silver giant, that is really an outrageously big guy, the silver armor all over, looks like an ancient knight, there is no green all over it, it seems that it is not Ouke.

"What exactly is this…"

Suddenly, he found that those Ouke were pointing in this direction, not knowing what they were talking about. The silver giant seemed to have a telescope in his hand, but he was ignored because of his size.

"He is watching here!"

As if touching the opponent's line of sight, Yusuf dropped his hand abruptly.

"General, what is it?"

Bourbon is very curious, especially the face of the veteran who has been fighting for a long time.

"You see."

Yusuf handed him the binoculars, and Bourbon raised his hands to face his right eye.

"That's...Ok? Why are they so big! What's the matter with that armor??"

Putting down the binoculars, Bourbon swallowed, unable to say anything else, Catellier snatched the binoculars from him.

"I have never seen the world, I was shocked... Damn it! What a **** thing! I believe that thing demolished this house with bare hands!"

"Kaman, lock the coordinates, notify No. 3 and No. 4 positions, explosive bombs."

After Yusuf calmed down, he gave the order, and a crow sect wizard immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.

"X12B4LZZ, M65R3, V1..."

For a moment, a string of strange syllables floated from his mouth, and the deer sect wizard on the side replaced paper with another intelligible text.

"B2, 300 left, 020 elevation."

As the psychological instructions were conveyed to the minds of the fortress liaison wizards, four artillery fortresses in the southwest of the fortress, 12 380mm fortress guns slowly turned, and the muzzles of the black hole pointed in the same direction.