Orc Tyrant

"It is offensive for me to run away from the battle, wizard! The Blood Legion is definitely not gaining prestige by turning around in front of alien monsters. We may not have the pitiful and almost paranoid performance of the Kaimon Priest Army. A sense of honor, but we are still fighters, Derech, you better not forget it."

The chosen lord Ruhr panted heavily and tried to control his anger. The wizard's plan was not realized as he wanted, causing him to be humiliated on every link.

Had it not been for the sorcerer's many promises, Ruhr would have had him skinned years ago.

At the entrance of a cave at the foot of Wushan, Ruhr watched a strange evil sun rising from the top of the royal city, shrouding the city in a shimmering blood.

They retreated into the valley by night to seek cover of dense jungle. The sentry found the cave, and a group of blood worshipers immediately established a temporary camp in it.

From here, they can monitor every move on the battlefield, and the five ring elders can also predict Ok's intentions.

"Master Ruhr."

When a ray of sunlight shone on the sharp blade decorated on the elder's helmet, shining with evil light, he whispered:

"We have achieved the desired result, and the glory of our Lord is not threatened...On the contrary, we are standing on the edge of a great moment of awakening. Something much stronger than our self-esteem is shining not far away. , The reward we get will be thousands of times more than the sacrifice we made."

"You better be right, wizard."

Ruhr said in disgust, wishing to spit on his face.

"Otherwise, following your failure will be your sacrifice, and your reassuring that the lycanthrope will contain Oke has proven wrong, and you have obviously underestimated the strength of these greenskins! I will never again Tolerate any mistakes, wizard, you won’t survive anymore."

"My lord, I won't fail again."

The elder humbled his head, but did not bow.

In the helmet, his teeth clenched, and he had to use all his efforts to keep the voice steady.

"Our lord's guidance will lead us to our goal. The Kaimon Church and the Council of Trust have underestimated our strength and plans. They will be destroyed by their own arrogance. As for Ouke... they are not important at all, they...

"Ha! Guke can drown you with a pee. You'd better weigh yourself first when you are talking big."

The chosen lord ridiculed loudly and left from the elder, and walked towards the depths of the cave, where his blood knights were taking care of their weapons, sitting and preparing for the upcoming battle.

The elder stayed alone at the entrance of the cave, walked toward the morning air, and raised his arms to the sun. He was bathed in the red light of dawn like a shower of blood.

His thoughts were full of resentment towards the ungrateful and narrow-sighted idiot Ruhr, but he soon laughed secretly and began to whisper to the woods-when all this was over, no one would dare to treat him so powerlessly. Up.

The power of Wendigo's Eyes is extraordinary, and he still can't accurately decipher their meaning.

After looking around, he retreated to the edge of the camp and climbed onto the collapsing rubble to avoid the sight of others.

The elder drew a piece of bone from his sleeve, and Twilight cast a faint red light on the inscription, coating every rune with a terrible blood.

He sighed heavily, thinking about how much real blood has flowed across these etched surfaces in the long history.

The history of Wendigo Church has always attracted his attention. In order to obtain this sacred object called "Bone Maggot", he had many transactions with someone, but whenever he tried to interpret the meaning of the rune, he Your brain will start to ache.

This is a kind of protection. The Wendigo Church is protecting their ancient history and the meaning of their existence.

He has always firmly believed that there must be some unspeakable relationship between their church and Wendigo Church, not just the countless conflicts in history, but the connection that occurred more distantly.

But he is a mortal in the end, and those secrets are hard for him to touch.

Lilin's trade gave him a chance. The Eye of Wendigo, this holy relic of the same origin as the Heart of Wendigo, will be an opportunity for him to open this door.

What right does Koletski have to determine the role of Wendigo's Heart?

He has not practiced in the Fallen Sanctuary, and unlike himself, he has not spent several years exposing his soul to the tormenting singing of the void.

He has never read Vidjaer, the forbidden book of the Father of Blood, and has never heard a powerful whispering voice.

But just because he got Wendigo's heart, he became the decision maker of the plan, which he absolutely does not agree with.

He, Norwichsk, is more qualified to join the Scarlet Courtyard than Koletski!

Today, he will prove it.

"Ahead, safe."

After learning about the conflict, Truf became more cautious. Before the action, he sent a few front-line soldiers to investigate, and he followed with half of the boys, and the other half behind.

The previous battles filled almost every inch of their armor with blood, and a dark, reddish-brown shell formed on the black-gray armor.

"It's the exit ahead, boss."

The adjutant who had been out for investigation returned to the team and brought good news.

Truf listened attentively, and vaguely heard the sound of cannons outside, proving that the battle was not over yet, at least they would not be late.

"Speed ​​up."

He began to give orders.

"Leave ten guarding the back road, and prepare the other weapons, especially the explosive kits. We have to make a big ticket when we go up. If anyone goes wrong, I will—"

Truf could not continue, a cold scream filled the passage, drowning the senses of all the special forces.

Before any of them could react, the air above was ignited as a blue flame that bloomed from nowhere, when five bodies with twisted wings pulled apart the flames.

Huh~!

The screams became louder, and the sharp claws were surrounded by supernatural flames, and they swooped toward Truf's battle gang without stopping.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

Before the first creature attacked Truf, he had no time to give a warning, only a simple curse.

When it came down, it spread its lower limbs that were bent forward, and its claws dig deep into the shoulder guards on both sides of the sneaky boss, penetrating the metal straight into the flesh.

Truf was shaken by the attack, and only because of his own weight did he not be overturned. He immediately backhanded the screaming monster with a knife, but the blade only passed through it and appeared and gradually dissipated blue. Flame—With the help of its corrupting wings, the thing turned a downward attack into an upward sprint, and within a second it was out of the range of Truf’s attack.