Orc Tyrant

The dinner plate is heavy.

No one can say how long they have to wait on both sides of the main banquet hall.

The worst part is that he can't hear anything.

The voice there was faint, and Koresh realized that he should have brought an advanced bug. (Review chapter 548 for forget who he is)

He thought he could be close enough to hear what was going on inside, but now it seemed obvious that he needed to quickly revise his plan, otherwise the risks he took would be wasted.

Obviously he should stay comfortably in Arkham's not-so-warm but still-comfortable den, and count the wealth that he has increased every day, but he became a spy by an order from his superiors.

A position he is extremely unfamiliar with.

"Supervisor?"

He had just finished speaking in a low voice when a housekeeper walked up to him.

"What's the matter, kid?"

The butler asked, and the other attendants in the line with their plates turned their heads and looked around.

"How long will it take, supervisor?"

Koresh straightened his tuxedo and asked politely.

"Fuck as long as it should be."

The butler’s answer is not considered polite.

"But Director, the sauce is going to get cold, it needs to be reheated, and I am afraid to serve inferior food to the great national hero and his guests."

Today’s banquet is particularly shrouded because it coincides with Ben Lier’s forty-fifth birthday. In Dunwich, even celebrities from the entire state gather here.

Hearing these words, the butler in uniform nodded.

"Take it back to the kitchen, move faster, they will call us soon."

"Yes, supervisor."

Koresh said, stepping out of the team, rushing to the servant exit of the tent with the dinner plate.

In the dark night outside the tent, he stopped and dumped the plates and food into a trash can.

No one noticed him.

The guards were patrolling the periphery, and he immediately slipped into the blue and black night of the garden.

He didn't carefully pretend to be a servant serving the catering, because he believed that his ability to confuse him would allow him to get through.

But he knew that he would be closely monitored for a few minutes, so he still stole an outer robe and put it over the tight armor to enhance his camouflage effect.

Those inner guards should never be underestimated.

After a pause, he took out a pair of goggles from his pocket and put it on his head.

The surrounding world suddenly turned into a fuzzy and messy reddish-brown, and he saw a taut cable extending along both sides of the corridor, climbing on the wall like a centipede's feet.

And between these physical cables, he distinguished a phantom web: sensors and tripwires protecting the surroundings of the huge auditorium.

These tiny light beams that are invisible to the naked eye will trigger a whole set of alarms once they are disturbed.

Koresh fiddled with his goggles and adjusted them to an appropriate frequency. This kind of night vision goggles was a controlled material in the Citizens' Temple-but in the human world, there are very few things that can't be done with money.

He wandered along the side of the corridor, looking for a feasible path, from time to time he lowered his head or raised his feet to avoid the taut cables and ghostly beams.

On several occasions he had to bend down or even crawl forward to avoid disturbing those light traps.

Most of them are vertical rays emitted by small emitters installed at the top of the corridor, but some beams that are close to the ground or parallel to the outer wall come from emitters buried in the ground.

The goggles are his guide.

This is much more laborious than avoiding patrolling soldiers on the kitchen roof, and these beams are still active.

On three occasions, he froze in place, realizing that his leg or shoulder was about to disturb a beam of light.

Since the last war, the New California Republic has strengthened security measures for high-ranking generals and increased the anti-espionage training of its internal guards after the blood-worshiping sects engaged in troubles. That's why Koresh felt that he had offended someone.

However, this time he came not simply to spy on intelligence, and Oke didn't seem to need any intelligence.

He came to confirm one thing.

"Ok?"

After groping for a long time, he found the target area, but did not find any obvious vents or exits.

Koresh knelt down in an open position. He put his ear on the wall and used the ordinary buggy he carried to eavesdrop on the sound inside.

He can hear someone talking.

Ben Lil's voice is easy to recognize, and he seems to be talking to several people.

After more than ten seconds, Koresh distinguished the sound that could only belong to "it", and seized this first opportunity to listen carefully.

There are some very obvious characteristics in the "it" voice.

They are talking about the number of Oak and how to compete with it.

Hearing Ben Lier condescending to explain Oak's concept to others made Koresh both worried and funny.

What he said was too brief.

Ben Lier's understanding of Oak is very simple, he seems very conceited, but he has no opinion.

Then, "it" mentioned ceremonies and ceremonies. Koresh concentrated his mind. This is what he was looking for...

But he was too focused on eavesdropping, and he only had a few seconds to react when he finally noticed the guard behind him.

"Ok!?"

Koresh stood up abruptly and turned around, while the inner defender who came quietly behind him was raising his dagger and preparing to attack.

"idiot!"

Koresh hissed:

"it's me!"

The inner guard stopped the action and quickly dropped the dagger in his hand.

"Sir?"

"Yes it is!"

Koresh snapped.

"Back to your post."

His words are mixed with the power of witchcraft. This is his talent and his curse. He can easily confuse people with words and make the other party think that what he hears is what he sees.

"Sorry."

Nei Wei nodded, turned around somewhat dumbly to blend into the darkness, but hesitated again soon.

Damn it!

Koresh's heart jumped, his ability successfully confused the inner defender, but only for a moment.

Obviously, these elite guards have the iron will not to be manipulated.

The inner defender was questioning the encounter and realized that he had been deceived.

The inner defender was wearing armor, but Koresh didn't. He couldn't solve the problem with a clean killer, and he couldn't use the WeChat pistol in his belt.

Any sound will trigger all alarms within ten meters.

When the inner defender turned around, Koresh suddenly rushed forward and hit the side of the opponent's dark helmet with a palm, smashing the protruding communicator to prevent him from issuing a warning.

"police--"

The inner defender started shouting, but the blocking of the helmet made his voice very dull.

Koresh hit the opponent's throat with another blow, making him dumb.

The archbishop's messenger brought him a certain church sacred object, enabling him, who was originally a weak liar, to be as brave as an Ok, of course, such power is not without cost.

When the opponent's blood gushed out, Koresh felt a thirst rushing from his throat.

But he must restrain himself, now is not the time to be able to...

"Ahem..."

Koresh counted on the punch in the throat to kill the opponent, but obviously the inner defender was not that fragile.

He swung his still unsheathed fighting dagger at Koresh.

Koresh blocked the opponent's sharp edge with the gold bars woven into the sleeves of the tights, and patted the opponent's breastplate with his right palm. For a while, layers of strength hit the opponent's chest like waves.

In the ancient fighting skills of Wendigo's church, this move that triggers the opponent's muscle tension reflex is called a blood mark.

"Well……"

The inner guard was staggered, and the breastplate was already shattered.