Orc Tyrant

With sheer willpower and overwhelmed arm muscles, Klein stretched the jaws that he wanted to swallow, rolled out of the furnace-like void, and landed on the cold sand.

He was so weak that he couldn't fight anymore, but it didn't matter.

Those fissures had disappeared, and the chasing soldiers had disappeared, just as any dream would disappear after a person woke up, Klein lay trembling in the depression behind this remote town for a while.

The injury he suffered the night before was worse than expected. Not only did he have flesh on his hand, but most of his fingers were unable to bend. They were either too swollen or fractured.

Although the armor on the sleeves of the tights blocked the killer's dagger, it still made his forearms full of bruises.

His face was sour and swelling, swollen around the broken bridge of the nose, making his eyes a little bit unable to open, and his nostrils were filled with black congestion, and the place where the back of his head was hit was so sensitive that he didn't dare to open it. To touch.

He was also in pain the night before, but it was at least a short night.

Only killing and being killed.

After the defeat of the Battle of Tyre, he was not punished for failing the mission, but was given a new mission-to protect the Imperial Admiral Yushkin.

This great hero allowed the empire's army to quickly emerge from failure, re-established a solid line of defense, and repelled more than a dozen harassing attacks by Ok.

His reputation has not been damaged by the defeat of the battle, but has shown a prosperous situation, and even some people who are dissatisfied with the current situation have begun to gather around him.

Rumors began to appear, mainly focused on several public conflicts between the empire and the regent. The rift between the two sides gradually emerged. Some people even began to plan to replace the "unpopular" Prince Diego with Yushijin. Become the new minister of regent, or dictatorship-an ancient title of minister of power.

The changing times cast a shadow over the fate of the empire, and Klein once again received a new task.

Cut off the targets he protects.

General of the empire, first-class Duke Yushkin.

He almost succeeded, but at the last moment he gave up, even he could not accept such a murder, because it was equivalent to murdering the entire empire.

Klein didn't understand the purpose of the Shadow Prince's doing this, because they all knew that these storms could never shake the Shadow Prince's place, and the Queen would not trust anyone except him.

So he became a traitor and spent half a month in hunting down in the Middle East, until he used a magical weapon that Peggedo gave him at a critical moment. The wizard had already encountered a crisis when he met him, and he gave it to him when he was separated. He is a treasure.

This treasure saved his life when he was about to die and also took him to a strange place.

At this piercing dawn, Klein, who was tortured by the cold and pain, began to believe that his mission could no longer be achieved.

The only thing left allows him to make up for it, and the opportunity to complete the work may have disappeared.

Perhaps it is time to give up the task and leave all disputes.

"Ahem..."

He stood up unsteadily, and as the dawn pierced the sky, a ray of light gradually poured down from the sky.

There will be another hour of biting cold, after which the sun will be printed on the sky like a bleached water stain on pink absorbent paper, and the earth will become an oven.

Then he will die.

But Klein did not blindly plunge into the open wilderness, his knowledge of direction was as strong as his ability to assassinate.

He swallowed a pill to wake up his mind and senses, and then walked west for a kilometer.

The chemical stimulant also eased the pain in his arms, head and joints.

As his thinking became clearer, he observed the surrounding environment and used some of the landmarks he had patiently memorized to determine his position: six flat stones, a pronghorn skull, and a shrub shaped like a machete.

He found the pool within fifteen minutes.

That piece of rain that has not yet been dried lies quietly at the bottom of an exceptionally low-lying basin, and the salty and dirty pool water is less than one meter deep in the center.

This water can no longer be drunk, but it can still be used for washing.

Klein frowned. After washing, he disinfected his wound with the medicine he prepared.

He splashed water on the back of his head with his injured hand, gritted his teeth and groaned.

The rising sun pierced the first rays of light into the darkness of this deep trench like a laser beam. Klein carefully walked around the basin, but saw a corpse.

A human corpse, wearing the military uniform of the New California Republic, behind it is a field backpack.

He has been dead for a while, with only one leg left. Perhaps this fatal injury killed him.

Klein knew that Oak had launched an unprecedented invasion of this country in the early days. As a person who had experienced the war firsthand, he sympathized with these people.

But sympathy goes to sympathy, he still needs to loot some of the deceased's belongings.

He awkwardly dug out the backpack from behind the carrion with his injured hands.

It was a standard military bag made of tarpaulin. There was a marching kettle filled with water, a bag of military rations that he opened immediately, a medical bag, a pocket knife, and a pistol with two magazines. There is also a flare gun, a compass, a clean vest, and a notebook.

He sat down and drank the strange-smelling liquid in the kettle while chewing on the army rations.

He browsed through the notebook-this is a very ordinary soldier, only half a year into the army, but this can become his new identity forged.

In this unfamiliar country, he needs a background with less flaws, and a soldier from an orphanage is undoubtedly a very good material.

He even felt that his luck was too good.

Klein thought about a plan. The food and water on hand would allow him to stay eight kilometers west, after which he would look for a human settlement, if it hadn't been destroyed yet.

The signal flare will help rescuers find him, and they will actively rescue a soldier on the edge of the battlefield, and that is one of the backup identities he will use.

When anyone finally realized that he was not a local, the identity he had already stolen through two or three of them had disappeared and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

So, what happens next? Take a ship back to the Empire? Perhaps going to the Old World is another option.

It is easy to find a simple and unsuspicious way. There are hundreds of ships shuttled back and forth on the barren sea every day, and no one would notice him slipping onto one of them.

He will settle down on a remote colonial planet in the Old World, and then disappear forever.

forever and always.

He considered using a medical kit to treat his wounds, and felt that these dirty scars would support the wilderness survival experience he was about to fabricate.

"Sorry..."

Klein sighed and began to repack.

He tried not to think about Io anymore, the old **** was right, it was a wrong choice, and it would threaten her life greatly.

She is likely to pay the price for his disappearance, and Klein is again disgusted by his cowardice.