Orc Tyrant

"Is he still alive?"

Beruf asked in a low voice in the empty front hall of the Black Fire Castle, and beside him was the expressionless Shabal.

But he did not respond.

All the warlords hurried to the inner court, and when they stepped into Guk's exclusive royal court, they saw the gray-looking harpy servant standing in front of the closed gate.

"Bird, is he still alive?"

Beruf asked, behind them, there was a red figure approaching at high speed.

Liya looked up at him, she was in deep thought just now, her thin body was paler than ever.

What happened today shocked her.

"Yes it is."

She replied.

"Captain Beruf, he is still alive and seriously injured. It is completely lucky to survive. If there is a bullet that happens to be—"

"I wondered that it was not lucky."

Grak said loudly when he came up, his voice shook the whole hall.

"It was the strength of the boss that allowed him to survive this insidious assassination, nothing—"

"Yup!"

Liya interrupted the opponent sharply.

"Why not? We believe that he is a **** who is invulnerable and never makes mistakes. We believe that he cannot be defeated by death, and his energy is endless. We should worship him blindly and expect him to conquer the world alone. ——"

"You noisy bird!"

Grak said angrily, with a threatening expression.

"I never said that!"

"There's none?"

Liya met the opponent's gaze without fear, and she knew enough about the nature of these Ouk warlords during this time with Guk.

"Really?"

She glared at Grak with almost unabashed contempt, the butcher who frightened countless people.

With the end of the war, most Ouke stopped the conflict and bloodshed that lasted for several weeks, which was a good thing.

But Grak was a very aggressive and stubborn guy. He insisted on continuing to clean up the traitors. God knows how many massacres he has carried out.

Liya does not support his ideas, but she has no formal influence in such military decisions. She once suggested that Guktor listen to Beruf's ideas.

In her opinion, Grak is too narrow and radical to participate in this kind of grand strategy planning. Beruf is wiser, more reasonable, and more detailed.

She suggested that Guk send Grak to the border, which is more suitable for him.

Guk did not take her advice.

Liya stepped to the warlord who was several times taller than her, and tapped the blood-stained carving on his breastplate with a thin wooden stick.

"Learn to be honest, Chief Gerak."

She said:

"Is this honest?"

She knocked again.

"No, it’s not. Maybe I didn’t keep my duty, because I’m just a servant, and you are the top figure in O’Kree, but Grak, we have our own strengths. If you plan to keep your pledge of allegiance, just First accept that he is not omnipotent. Your tedious praise sounds more like hypocritical flattery! He is extremely powerful, but he is only powerful. I counted thirty-five shells and bullet holes in the room. Any bullet hit his head, any one, he is already dead, and now this conversation will be very different."

"Your mouth smells so--"

Glakton murmured, but his aura weakened. If the other boys in the legion were there, he would be surprised.

"Where did it go wrong today, boss?"

At this moment, she turned around and came to Mangul, knocked again, and then asked.

"Maybe Guk ordered the killers to come in, Chief Mangul, he gave such an order, and no one thought of asking questions. Do you know what this means? It means he made a mistake."

Mangul glanced at Beruf, but before he could speak, the warlord had already read his instructions, and he stepped forward.

"No one here questions your words, Liya."

He is the only warlord who can call Liya's name, not because of his respect, but just because of his good memory.

"You are really choking this day, we have all seen it, you may need to take a good rest."

Liya glared at Mangguer again, then sighed, nodded, turned and left here.

"I don't understand why he values ​​her and her words at all!"

After the door closed, Grak growled.

In the concierge of the hall stood more than a dozen guards and bosses, at least all of them were war gangs with a scale of over ten thousand, and some close entourages of Guk.

Some of them smiled, not Mangul, nor did the guards.

At this time, Okimid and the five entourage walked into the room from the south entrance. They stopped when they saw the warlords and leaders gathered here.

"Boss."

Da Jiba lifted the hood on his head, revealing a large number of instruments and equipment hanging on his head.

"I come to see the situation of the overlord."

"He's still alive, Gear Kid."

Beruf said:

"He will live."

Okimid took a long breath and nodded.

"Thanks to you."

Grak suddenly made such a sentence, and the surrounding Ouke suddenly noticed the aggressive gesture in the words.

"What?"

The red warlord turned around and looked down at Guk's Queen Technician, like a tank pointing its muzzle towards the kill target.

"You messed up!"

He said sharply.

"Where have you been? Where have all your toys gone? Your scanning instruments? Your monitoring methods? I haven't forgotten the Skugger you played last time!"

It turned out that after learning the truth about the Black Fire Legion’s turmoil, Gu Ke asked Ojimede to get something that could discriminate that kind of transformation method. He did get a set in a short time, including scanning and detection equipment. But I don't know why, it didn't work this time.

"The boss—"

Ojimede stammered.

"My scanning instrument is disturbed, there is no--"

"Excuse!"

Grak interrupted the opponent contemptuously.

"I want to kill you directly."

"I don't think you can."

Beruf smiled and intervened.

"It doesn't matter to him to talk about responsibility--"

"Shut your mouth, Beruf!"

Glak turned his head and said angrily.

"It's not your turn to blame!"

"There is no argument, it must be our fault."

Mangul, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, and his voice came from the loudspeaker of the huge helmet. His armor was covered with blood, Guk's blood.

After the door of the room was broken, it was he and a few colleagues who carried the overlord here.

"He said he won't need you for the time being."

"I don't make excuses. We should have insisted, should have checked carefully, no matter how normal they seem to be."

"How did they do that?"

"The body quickly melted away, and we didn't have time to inspect it."

"One kid becomes another?"

Shabal, the only warlord who was knocked down on the battlefield, whispered that he was actually an earlier victim than Guk, and he also had lingering fears for those deformed assassins.

"What have the boys become now?"

"It became something that can be killed.

"I told you to shut up!"

The door of the inner court suddenly opened, and the enclosed air merged into a gust of wind blowing toward your face, like the moment a coffin opened.

It was full of blood and the smell of burning, and the room in front of them was quite dim, only a little light from the brazier illuminating it.

Step by step, Guk came to the door of the room, staring at them like a wounded beast emerging from the lair.

He was panting heavily, his torso, neck and side of his face were covered with healing pads and fixed seals, behind him were the pain boys Gulas and Mogdrogen.

"This wall—"

He hissed:

"Not thick enough to stop your bickering!"

"Boss."

Beruf stepped forward and said:

"You must rest well—"

"I'm still alive."

Guk repeated what the other party had said before.

Mangguer stepped forward, knelt on one knee, his head drooping, and the other guards followed suit one by one.

"Get up, don't blame you."

Guk waved his hand, and they all stood up.

"But I can't just lie in bed during the process of recovery, Grak, Beruf, Shabal, Mo... you forget it, and the rest of you, you have to conduct a comprehensive investigation on all the boys."

"Yes, boss."

"I don’t want to be held accountable this time, Mangul, I don’t intend to hear any punishment. I want to know how they sneaked in? So that we can prevent this from happening again and figure out the kind How exactly does the transformation potion come from, how does it work, where is more closely monitored? Which steps need to be improved? Are there any enemies lurking beside us?"

The warlords nodded one after another, as did Ojimeid.

"head."

Mangul said in a deep voice:

"I will immediately let my bosses start the investigation--"

"Do not."

Guk shook his head.

"You come to do this, don't hand it over to other bosses, personally supervise it, and temporarily let Kunde Laka replace your work."

"That one?"

"Yes, that guy, understand?"

"Understood, boss."

Mangul answered, but he gritted his teeth.

"Do you think I humiliated you, Manggul?"

Guk gasped for a while, his wound was still bleeding.

"Do you think I used this unworthy job to belittle you? I let a guy without any prestige and reputation replace you? You are the leader of the guards, and it is not just me that needs to be defended. I don't understand. How could this task be unworthy of you."

"Sorry, boss, I will finish it seriously."

"of course."

Guk nodded.

"The others return to their posts, assist Mangul in any aspect, and do your best to dispel the panic and tension caused by this incident in the Legion."

"Only a few bosses know the news about this assassination."

Shabal added, but Guk glanced at him contemptuously. .

"In any case, there will always be wind leaks, I know some guys have broken mouths."