Orc Tyrant

Across the front, huge bonfires burned along the fortifications, and tens of thousands of campfires lit up between them.

Above the head, scattered clouds dotted the slowly reversing night sky.

The night is sultry.

Around their campfire, under low-hanging flags, revellers took turns drinking, talking and laughing.

"So Ragnar is alive?"

Head Ersos asked with a smile, and Mountbatten by his side took a sip from the bottle and nodded.

"Like I said, he is alive."

"Very good old guy,"

Tinker, a captain of Ersos, said with a smile.

"Don't try to kill Ragnar."

Mountbatten nodded, took another sip, and then handed out the bottle.

Somewhere behind him, someone was playing with tambourines and other instruments.

They threw some pine wood into the campfire to make the smoke smell sweet.

Although he is a division commander, Mountbatten is used to staying with the soldiers instead of sitting in a tidy office and enjoying a drink made by the secretary.

For three consecutive days, he was on duty almost with the soldiers.

After tonight, the Independence First Division will be transferred to the second line for rest. Long-term security and patrols will exhaust the soldiers, not to mention the constant infiltration of Ouke.

But Mountbatten has always been vigilant.

Did the war really come to an abrupt end?

He doesn't think so. Oak is by no means a creature that retreats. Can the flooding really deter them?

Mountbatten himself is not very sure.

"Ah, it's great to live the last day safely, sir."

Ersos took a sip of strong wine as he spoke, then hiccuped triumphantly.

"I think so too, old man."

Mountbatten said with a smile.

"What will happen next?".

Mountbatten shrugged.

"I don't know, there are other troops coming to take over? I'm not worried, I just want to make sure that the other side of the river is stable."

"Ok will never be stable until we get rid of them."

Ersos said, taking a sip of wine with a gloomy expression.

Usually this is definitely not the time to be allowed to drink, but everyone needs to relax, and Mountbatten can also see that, at least today, Oak will not attack.

They did not prepare any large transportation equipment.

Just rely on those bathtubs?

Mountbatten was convinced that as long as Guk was not crazy, he would not make such an attempt, because that would mean countless Ouks would die.

Even if he is willing, his men may not be willing.

Who would do such a stupid thing as suicide?

He shook his head.

"Then you have to live until then, old man."

Mountbatten said with a chuckle.

"Maybe it will be many years from now."

"maybe,"

Ersos admitted and sighed.

"You know, my nephew, his family are all killed, and his desire for revenge worries me."

"I heard you say that he seems to have joined some sect."

"Vengeful soul...hiccup, I'm not sure that it is really a branch of the Kaimon Church or something else, but they all look...extreme."

Mountbatten nodded silently.

Since his last defeat in the war, he has also heard about many incidents during the time he returned to his hometown to cultivate.

Despair made the people try to find salvation. Many mysterious sects began to appear. They all under the banner of Kaimon Orthodox Church, but their actions coincided with certain cults.

Due to the policy of religious freedom, the New California Republic officials mostly focus on surveillance of these sects. Unless definitive evidence of cult behavior is found, local councilors will never allow the investigators of the religious committee to intervene.

Because of this matter, the Tribunal of the Kaimon Church has negotiated with the top of the New California Republic many times, but it is obviously unacceptable to let an independent country surrender its law enforcement power.

Some radical judges began to act on their own, and the riots they caused further increased the conflict between the local council and the government of the Republic.

Due to family history, Mountbatten is considered to be a believer in the traditional Kaimon Church, but his family mainly believes in the Eastern Kaimon Church because their ancestors were immigrants from the Benedictine Empire.

He was deeply worried about the explosive growth of those heretics.

In many cases, the enemy within is the most terrifying.

"Don't worry, the Holy Father is here. You are a good person and very tolerant... The Holy Father will bless you and your family. By the way, what are we drinking?"

"A special cocktail from my hometown."

Ersos looked drunkly at the bottle in his hand and replied.

"Basically pure alcohol—"

"There are also top secret combinations of herbs and spices."

The lieutenant on the side interjected:

"My father's special recipe!"

"Your father obviously has a mental problem."

Mountbatten told him so, and Ersos snorted.

"I always wanted to talk to Hutt,"

Mountbatten turned and looked around for a while, but did not find the familiar figure.

"I haven't seen him since I got here, is he here?"

Ersos nodded.

"Yes, here it is."

"The wizard's camp is south of the tenth column, I remember,"

A captain said suddenly.

"Where is the Secret Service?"

Mountbatten tried to make his problems appear natural.

"Have you seen them?"

But no one has seen it.

The Secret Service is a special organization formed by the internal guards. Although they generally do not interfere in the internal affairs of the army, they have the power to picket "spies" when necessary. This reminds Mountbatten of the Benedict Empire. Secret guard.

What does it mean for this kind of spy for the feudal monarch to appear in this self-proclaimed free country?

Although he poured a lot of strong alcohol and the campfire next to him was burning, Mountbatten still felt a chill.

"Well, friends,"

He staggered to his feet.

"Regardless of the secret recipe or not, I have to go and release the water."

Ersos and his men burst into laughter, and Mountbatten staggered out of the campfire, looking for the toilet.

The hoarse melody faded behind him, and the fragrant smoke was also diluted by the cold night wind.

But in the darkness, several people were observing every move in the camp.

"That's Mountbatten."

A man said, handing the night vision binoculars to the people next to him.

The man took a look and pointed the telescope along the fortification towards the campfire.

"Yes. So he and Ersos got mixed up?"

"He has no other people to find."

The person who spoke first said mockingly.

"He has few friends."

"We should talk to Mountbatten in person, I think."

"why?"

A voice asked in surprise:

"Aren't we watching Ersos? You think something is wrong."

"I know, but he was weird the last time I saw Mountbatten, and now he is here again, drinking a bottle of wine with the person we are watching. I don't think he's right. Okay, let's go."

"But he is the commander, he has the right to be with his commander."

"However, he didn't know that his regimental leader was an informant for Inquisitor Kaimon."

The figure made a gesture, and then the three people quietly walked down the slope.

"call out……"

Mountbatten stood in front of the urinal, unzipped the zipper with his good hands, and the smell of urea rising made him frown.

Shaking his body, behind him, the revelers around the campfire laughed and shouted.

Amber smoke rushed into the inverted dark night sky.

Suddenly, something made Mountbatten turn his head.