Orc Tyrant

Suddenly, Quelsana seemed to have discovered something, and stepped to the area where daggers and daggers were displayed.

Among them are a number of ritual daggers, some of which originated from the human world. As a researcher, Quelzana is eager to know how Glak collected other exhibits here, some of which can be traced back to the pre-industrial civilization. Priceless treasure.

"You can ask him yourself."

"Who!"

Quelsana turned around abruptly, grabbed a ceremonial dagger without hesitation, and pointed at the shadow that had just opened her mouth.

"You have a lot of questions to ask him, this is one of them, right?"

"Who is talking!"

Suddenly, the ritual dagger flew out of her palm, and Quelsana felt a painful shock, and then she was hung in the air, kicking her legs indiscriminately.

Someone picked her up, and the ritual dagger that was still being swung was tremblingly nailed into the wall at this moment. Quelsana struggled to untie the force, her neck was strangled and her head could not move.

Then she was caught again and thrown to the ground, gasping for breath while choking.

A figure with a big head squatted beside him, arms resting on his knees.

"I don't care what you do."

He whispered.

"Don't want to point at me with the tip of a knife."

"You are threatening me."

Quelsana spit out a bitter response.

"What are you looking for, aren't you?"

The other party pointed out another problem in response to what was not asked.

"You are looking for something, but it is not here."

"how do you know?"

"Your head is so noisy, jumping."

"My what?"

"It's not here, and the knife you are looking for is not here."

Quelsana blinked, and she finally saw the look of Ouke. His head was as big as swelling. Under a bird's nest-like dry braid, his complexion was almost icy pale green. .

His face is long and narrow, with sharp contours, and his eyes are painted with soot, which makes him look interesting, like a cunning and dangerous spirit in mythology.

The mad wizard, the most unstable part of the Ouk family.

Quelsana looked up at the nervous boy silently and alertly. She could hear the other person's words, but his lips didn't move at all.

"You are such a bad kind."

The nerve boy still did not speak.

"You look down on me."

"Look down? No—"

"Don't want to lie to me, I know."

"I never said--"

Quelsana protested.

"I heard, you came here to study me, thinking that I was a crazy idiot after eating hallucinogenic mushrooms?"

Quelsana stood up and faced the nerve boy.

"What is your purpose in showing me your strength? Is it just to frighten me?"

"It's interesting, but I'm not so free."

Quelsana stared at each other immediately.

"You have something in your head."

The nerve boy told her.

"You mean to say--"

"I don't understand, what about jumping? How about my jumping? It's riding a barrel? A barrel?"

As suddenly as when he came, this Ok ran away again, crying away like a child who had lost an important toy, and Quelsana was taken aback for a moment.

Sure enough, these Ouke spellcasters are basically not normal, and the price of their powerful power is a bit too heavy.

"Hey! Bird!"

At this moment, a familiar, thick voice sounded, and Quelsana turned to look and found that Grak had already walked out of the room. Maybe he was already there when the neuroboy appeared, but the harpy didn't notice it.

With a simple greeting, Glak walked towards the side hall on his own, Quelsana could only follow behind him.

This is the place where the legion trains. It is extremely noisy at this time. The gun target emits shrill screams in the high-speed movement. In the divided open area, tall soldiers wearing leather armor are holding weapons for practical exercises.

Glak, wrapped in leather, looks like a skinned ape like other warriors. His red eyes with jet-black pupils are shining. Obviously he has just practiced his tomahawk skills, and he is not at this moment. Put it back on the weapon rack, but walked straight with the axe

.

This battle axe is a double-edged weapon. The bright metal axe blade is almost silver-plated. The handle will be more than one meter long and it is handmade from a piece of animal bone.

The smoothly polished bone stem had a pale yellow color. Quelsana didn't know what kind of beast the bone came from, but she had to see that the material was quite tough and unbreakable.

At least it is unbreakable in his hands.

"Bird, there is a task for you."

Suddenly, the warlord said.

"I am obedient."

Quelsana nodded.

Glak glanced at the opponent immediately.

"Do you know what is the name of the waste shrimp that defeated Shabal last time?"

"Of course, he—"

Quelsana paused and changed to a more neutral tone.

"His name is Yushkin, the current lieutenant general of the Benedict Empire. He was just a company commander three years ago. He was stationed in Aswan. The battle that defeated the Black Fire made him famous. People call him Ouke’s Disaster, the Greenskin Destroyer, some people think he is just lucky, but in any case, he is indeed the only one who has defeated an Ouke Legion head-on."

Glak hummed.

"Do you know where he is?"

"This--"

Quelsana shook her head.

"It is said that his troops are stationed in Horsham, but I don't know the truth. I am not a military intelligence officer."

"Shabal wants to find him."

Grak said very seriously:

"If I can find him first and cut off his head, that guy's expression must be coke, so this is your task, find a way to find him."

"But you also said before that Shabal is eager for his revenge."

Glak smiled grimly.

"He's a trash, he has always been. He doesn't deserve to have that trophy. If there is anything in the dried shrimp worthy of cutting it personally, it should be him."

Grak led her through the training hall and into a spacious square room, only slightly smaller than the room where the chiefs gathered.

The floor is paved with some kind of rough gray rock, and the noise outside can still penetrate through the walls and ceiling. Six figures sit on stone benches of the same material.

When Grak and Quelsana walked into the room, the figures immediately stood up to meet them.

"Eat and drink."

Glak pointed to a tray placed on a gray stone. The plate was filled with dry mushrooms, a jar of lukewarm wine, and a bowl with a lid.

Judging from the taste, the bowl is filled with fresh meat, and it has gradually deteriorated in the hot environment.

Quelsana looked at the six figures. Some of them were fighters, some were mechanics, and there was actually a nervous guy who had just been talking madly with him for a while, but he seemed to have completely forgotten himself, and just fiddled with his tongue.

"They all said I don't understand anything--"

Glak turned to face Quelsana.

"Today, you know how we'planned' the battle."