Orc Tyrant

Although it was a request, Koresh knew that he did not have much room to refuse. He could only follow the guards to a stronghold outside the city. During this short journey, he saw at least three large-scale games. Rush and more than a dozen small-scale street fights, the Oukes have no consciousness to defend the city they occupy, they just treat this as a battlefield.

Corpses and bullet holes are currently the most common things in this place, and they are increasing every moment.

When he came outside the stronghold and saw what the guard leader had prepared for him, Koresh couldn't help taking a breath.

"It's some cars—"

He whispered to the deputy next to him that the lady was left in their "shop", where the guards had ensured that it would be safe enough, even though it was just unfounded polite remarks.

Jeles nodded, and whispered in a slightly mocking tone:

"Green leather car."

There are three of these cars parked here, and Koresh promises that he has never seen such a random piece of car parked in his life. In New California, cars are not very special. He has one of his own, but with these In comparison, it can simply be called a work of art.

Two of them are weird assembled tractors and motorcycles, with wide marks on the ground behind the tires. One is clearly single-driving, and the other has two side-by-side extended pedals, one of which is taken care of by the passenger. Separated by the terrifying heavy weapon platform that opened fire.

Responsibly, the rough sighting device attached to it was not securely fixed, swayed slightly in the wind, and intermittently reflected sunlight.

The third member of the convoy looks more traditional, with four sturdy wheels mounted on it, and like its two weird companions, it is equipped with a rotatable erection weapon.

Koresh recognized at a glance that they were two parallel water-cooled heavy machine guns. There was no doubt that they were taken away by some mechanic boys and installed.

He looked around, but he didn’t see the mechanics. Their images were easy to recognize. Anyway, as long as he saw something like a wrench or a rivet hanging on his body, it would be almost impossible to him. Crazy scientist—maybe the word is inaccurate, but he can't find the second adjective.

Although he can’t flatter Oak’s machinery, Koresh has to admit that the four-wheeled car has a very good armor protection. The rough and thick metal plate cut out is riveted to the chassis, but it is obviously lacking in maintenance. Maybe There is no maintenance at all.

Rusty patches and bright silver nicks were randomly distributed on the surface. The non-oxidized latter was obviously left in the recent battle, and for various reasons he could not fully understand the hastily painted red paint on both sides of the car body. The thick line.

"This must be some boss' car."

His deputy came to a conclusion.

"Go up, I will let someone take you there."

Quinniso pointed to the guards standing next to the convoy, then gave them a few more commands, and then one of the guards climbed onto the thing and started the engine.

The engine roared like a beast resurrected from hibernation. The sound alone was enough to cause damage to human hearing. Fortunately, Koresh was prepared to have earplugs.

After a while, he also climbed into the car with his deputy, and checked the pistol according to military habits.

"How do you know this is the boss's car?"

When the cart began to rush at a heart-pounding speed, Koresh began to use chat to let himself ignore the terrible bumps and doubts about the safety of the car, without a trace of embarrassment to listen to him about this creature. Insights.

They stayed together for a long time. Compared to other people in the church, he trusted each other more, and more importantly, he was not a fanatic.

"It is always equipped with the biggest gun and drives the biggest car."

He explained the problem reasonably.

Okay, at least this answer was reasonable for Koresh, so out of consideration of cherishing his life, he tried not to look at the fast passing scenery outside the window, and began to look at a locker seriously.

Except for some rough tools that were obviously used to repair those damages that could not be completely ignored, there was nothing superfluous, but he also found an arm that was proved to be a human being dried by high temperature, which had been thoroughly chewed. It smells bad and it's extremely corrupt.

"Someone's lunch?"

Koresh hinted, throwing this filthy thing aside, and trying to quell the rebellion that had just begun in his stomach.

Jeles nodded coldly. He didn't show any discomfort, because he had gone through some "sacred rituals", and perhaps this had become something commonplace.

"They will eat anything."

"Sounds wonderful."

Koresh said with a hint of trembling in disgust. After that, he looked through the storage box more carefully, but he didn't find any unpleasant surprises.

They have been advancing in bone-shaking bumps, and every shock will oppress their breath, so no matter what topic they are talking about, their voices are intermittent.

After a while, the physically demanding conversation could no longer be sustained. When Koresh realized that leaning on the bumper to the side could slightly reduce the discomfort, he held it tightly as if he cared for a little life.

In the sturdy car full of energy, in order to pass the time and prevent himself from vomiting, he had to observe the surrounding scenery.

In this case, he couldn't use the telescope, so he had to use his naked eyes to observe.

The scenery on the way is the same. You can occasionally see reddish-brown rocks exposed in the soil, just like coral reefs in the sand sea, with dead trees intertwined.

The lichens on the rock surface are colorful, but this is only because the eyes are easier to find them in the context of the environment. Although there is no clear sign of animal activity, he is sure that they are there.

Although Oak’s large number of activities have begun to destroy the local natural ecology, life is still incredibly tough and tenacious. Even in the most unfavourable environment, it will try to find a way to survive.

Until night fell and the sky turned purple, they finally arrived at Port Van Geli.

As soon as he got out of the car, Koresh almost tripped over the sand under his feet, but he did not stop to stretch his paralyzed limbs, but turned his face to the ground with a twisted face and opened his mouth.

"vomit…………"

His stomach was almost paralyzed, and he couldn't even feel its presence. Koresh barely stopped until the stomach acid was almost vomiting up.

He could hardly move, the whole world was spinning, his deputy was slightly better, but only a little bit, at least he had vomited twice on the road.

"We are waiting for you here."

The guards who drove were nothing unusual, but jumped out of the car happily and laughed with the guards of Port Van Geli.

"Are you the shrimp I called?"

A loud voice suddenly sounded.