Orc Tyrant

Before the raid on the fortress of Idley, the human industrial zone had been ravaged by the boys.

At dawn, an army of infantry and cavalry units fought side by side with their wizarding allies and died together in this canyon, being chopped down in assembly lines and back lanes, railway stations and mining skips.

They belonged to the 21st Division of the Empire and are working hard to maintain a riddled line of defense. Since the fall of the Biltéville Mountains, the Benedict Empire has completely abandoned the Aksum province and established on the plains in the north of the mountains. Many fortresses and strongholds were established to defend the small Ouk forces that infiltrated from the south.

Although a large-scale offensive disappeared, the Oukes continued to harass the important agricultural areas of the Benedictine Empire like a river gushing out of a crack in a cracked dam.

Generally speaking, they are dozens or hundreds, and occasionally there are thousands of scales. Humans can always repel each other with fortifications and weapons, although losses are inevitable.

But since a certain day, Ok’s activities have suddenly become more frequent, and many strongholds have been lost. The fortress can only assist some people and facilities to evacuate, but this behavior has been caught by the Okers and used it.

While the front line of human defense still persisted in the face of turbulent attacks, the supporting troops on both sides collapsed, causing them to be surrounded, surrounded, and annihilated.

Before the last attack, the boys of the Burning Head War gang separated the desperate humans by damaging the railway station and the surrounding smoke refining equipment wells, and they also had a team of Storm Boys. Everyone had never expected those. The soldier in front of the green tide suddenly appeared behind him, cutting down the infantry, and dragging the machine gunner out of the burning fortification.

The most glorious thing is that the boss of the battle gang got the human train down, and now two huge machines were looted by the tyrant's **** an hour ago.

At this time, most of the Ouke had already left. They were walking north through the valley, and the sound of fighting came from the huge human fortress.

The trash boys Olay and Rofek stay behind.

This is a mutual mistrust that keeps them in the ruins, rather than thinking that there are corpses and wrecks worth stealing in the ruins.

These two Oukes are rivals, not only because they are always known for fighting each other, but also because they serve different bosses.

Rofek is well known for his loyalty to Despa, the boss of the Burning Head Fighter, while Olay enjoys the shiny little films funded by Gutka, a subordinate of the Gough Corps.

When Rofek discovered that Olay was still at the bottom of the valley, he thought Olay had better have a good reason for delaying the progress of the other boys.

"What did you get?"

Rofek snorted, and walked towards the opponent with a very contemptuous and arrogant pace. Generally speaking, this posture is easy to be beaten, but the boys still enjoy it. .

Elay went around him, with a bulging bag slung over his shoulder, and he quickly hid the stolen goods behind his back.

"It's nothing, just the spoils of battle."

"The spoils should be shared with the entire gang."

Rofek lied that there was actually no such rule in the battle gang.

"Who said this?"

"The boss said it!"

Olay let out a hoarse laugh and turned to Rofek, the yellow combat jacket making a harsh rubbing sound.

"Gutka's old rules are not so much, as long as he gets the brightest things, the rest can go to the stunner."

"Then why are you still here on this pile of corpses, searching with these assholes."

"I was about to ask you the same."

Olay roared, turning his head.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other, their bare fangs less than a yard.

Suddenly, an angry roar broke the moment, the air vibrated, and the nearby outbuildings of the broken industrial area collapsed into dust and broken stones.

Both trash guys looked at the sky.

"signal."

Rofek muttered to himself:

"Another attack. This time the old meeting will personally lead it. It's time to make a big move."

"Your boss will watch those brats like us being chopped up."

Olay sneered.

"He only cares about plundering."

"What does your boss care about?"

Rofek asked back, turning his attention back to Olay.

"That Gutka, he is a waste, he has lost to Xiami so many times, no kid will follow him for his little sequins anymore."

"At least he wants to spread the fight."

Olay roared loudly.

"Instead of being like that idiot Despa, every time we fry the good things like dried shrimps, then what? Despa is afraid of real fighting."

"I've had enough of all this nonsense."

Rofek roared at Bouelle's face, his saliva spilt like rain on the opposite nose.

"You better start showing respect for the boss."

"Otherwise?"

"such!"

After Rofek finished speaking, he slammed his fist.

The blow hit the side of Olay's chin, cracking his fangs and letting him spit out.

The Trashman barely showed the damage from the blow, he dropped his trophy, and two Okers unanimously stretched out their weapons.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

The distant roar resounded through the sky and called the scattered war gangs, but Rofek and Olay did not notice the current conflict because of the distance. They were about to start a fight.

"You **** jumping!"

Olay pierced Rofek's head with the knife and roared, showing his fangs.

Rofek waved the opponent's offensive away, but the blade still hit one of his scarred shoulder armor. This weapon was powerful enough to split a person in half and made him staggering back a few steps.

But it was too late to realize that Lofex's long, jagged dagger was on his fist and thrust it to his side.

The cold metal sinks into the muscles and hits the bones.

He is always sneaky.

Olay muttered dullly, the distant part of his brain aware of the stabbing, which drove the rest of him to alert.

With a loud cracking sound, the two green skins hit each other with their heads.

Olay hobbled away, with Roffice's dagger buried beside him.

He blinked and shook his head, blood flowing from his nostrils.

That little rice bucket won't--

"idiot!!"

In the next moment, Rofek hit him with his greatest strength, making him retreat to the wall of the destroyed refining equipment storage warehouse.

The masonry building was crumbling under the influence of two quarreling green skins, and suddenly collapsed amidst the roar, pushing both of them out of the gravel all the way.

Olay had lost control of his knife, so he stuffed his fist into Rofek’s stomach, like other bosses tried to dig out his fangs, but failed to make any impact on the body of his scarred opponent. The garbage guy grabbed Rofek's eyes instead.