Orc Tyrant

After the fierce battle, the team arrived near the sedimentation pond of the sewage treatment plant. Desmond languidly leaned against a moss-covered step with other soldiers. They only had a few minutes to rest, and then they had to move closer to the power station again. .

Gunshots also came from other places, which attracted the attention of some green skins, and the green skins near them disappeared.

Desmond looked so embarrassed, mainly because he was also dizzy by the explosion just now, and the other green devils blocked the surroundings, searching for the loot.

"What do you want?"

The captain Boar asked Desmond, and he was turning around.

Desmond turned his head and saw that the other party was using a serrated dagger to saw the big head down from an orc corpse.

"what?"

"An ear? A tooth? You earned it."

Desmond's stomach rolled suddenly.

The foul-smelling green-skinned pus ran out of the saw cut where the wild boar was playing, and gathered on the water like a film of oil.

"Don't make any mistakes now, little pastor."

The other's voice was low, and he greeted Desmond's new nickname, because he did look like a priest.

"Make a mistake?"

"The wild boar is giving you a trophy. This is an honor. It belongs to the honor of the Green Devil. Don't refuse it."

"Well, a tooth."

Desmond said, turning around and looking at the butcher.

"to make."

The wild boar agreed.

"He had good eyes just now, and he was the first to spot them."

The others snorted, then watched the captain dug with the blade.

"Good eyes? Then that's his new nickname? The little priest with good eyes!"

The others laughed.

"Uh……"

Soon, the captain handed Desmond the trophy.

The thing was strung on a long, black blood-stained green blood vessel, shaking like a small ornament.

Desmond couldn't refuse, took it, and tied it with his dog tag.

After each step he took, the thing would hit his chest like a rubber ball.

He was thinking about when the war was over, he would throw it away immediately.

"Ok?"

The captain's voice was louder again.

"It's done!"

Only then did Desmond notice that the other soldiers had built what they called a warning shrine—green-skinned skulls and limbs were nailed to the wall.

This is an effective means of intimidation. The greenskins will avoid this area because of the stench of death and failure, but they still hide the grenades under the pile of corpses, just in case the greenskins decide Come back to pick up those corpses.

This is what the wild boars often call a double win situation.

Desmond suddenly remembered that there was another recruit he had joined with him, his name was Simon.

He looked for it for a while, and saw him when others were showing off around with the green-skinned heads.

The young man bent down and squatted beside his comrade-in-arms.

The cruel thing is that the soldier is still alive.

Some people say that Simon is performing the final ceremony for that person.

After that, Desmond saw Simon's hand twisted suddenly-it was not the last ritual he imagined.

After a short break, they acted again.

At the moment they are very close to the enemy's nest.

The squad moved in three parts: the front, the middle and the back. Desmond found that he was in front of the field, the stubborn bird, and the other two warriors called stubby and iron bolts.

In the open space in front of which is surrounded by moisture, there is a separate hut.

That is the location of the power station, and the only way to open the sluice is to control it-provided that Oak has not smashed the inside.

But Desmond felt that it was not a house, but that it felt like a tomb.

It was too calm. In the surrounding pool, the winding water pipes were exposed on the water like a rubber boat, intertwined and intertwined.

Birds flashed past high places, some insects crawled slowly on the walls, and some even bit holes in them.

They approached a little, but found that the entrance of the power station had sunk into a pool on the right somehow, and Desmond found a step half-submerged in it.

The sluggish bird led the way, and he could smell the fuel leaking from his black flamethrower.

Slipsta showed him how to tear off a piece of cloth from his clothes and soak it in the swamp water, and then make a breathing mask.

At this time, the irritating smoke released by the fire deliberately ignited by other teams at the far end of the lair has spread to them, and Green Skin once again let out a roar of commotion, but they seem to be unable to distinguish the specific location of the enemy. This gave Desmond and his party a chance.

He breathed through the damp gauze, feeling his heartbeat speeding up, and Ok's roar made him nervous.

WAAAAAGH! !

This time, his premonition worked, and after a few seconds, they rushed over.

Dumbledore used his flamethrower to clear the entrance, but they came out of the corner from the side that the team hadn't seen at all.

As Desmond killed them, he realized that the greenskins who were crying and fleeing from the smoke were the smallest of the orcs.

Fart guys.

He remembered that he should call them that way.

But he didn't care about anything. He stuttered and found a passageway with him, and handed over the ferocious green-skinned cubs who poke and stabbed them with short spears and broken knives.

But they are not opponents of the Green Devil.

"Come here, little pastor!"

Suddenly, he heard a stammer yelling at him, and then he entered the inside of the power station.

Tie Shuan followed him and ran in. They could still hear the whistling sound of the flamethrower of a silly bird nearby, and they could smell the smell of the burning chemical agent.

Now they are surrounded by violent green skins. They are huge, some of them carry guns.

"what!"

In the blink of an eye, the slipper was blown apart by two large-caliber bullets.

When his body burst open, his left hand suddenly hit Desmond's shoulder.

Desmond blinked the blood in his eyes, roared and shot the orcs with guns, and the people in the squadron and rear squadrons also blasted in this small space with automatic fire.

Dirty blood splashed around in this enclosed space.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !

A green skin rushed in front of Desmond, yelling, and raised a knife with a plump claw larger than his head.

He had finished his bullet, and Desmond was a little at a loss.

Suddenly, the big guy's movements stopped suddenly. At this time, Desmond didn't need to be urged by others. He immediately pierced its forward protruding jaw with the machete on his thigh, and the blade stabbed out from the back of its head. .

When it died, its huge mouth spasm, and when it closed, it bit off the end of the knife handle.

Desmond picked up its machete, stored it in his right hand, and threw away his gun.

After that, he smashed the brains of the green skins with a machete, yelling like a green skin, and was even dizzy with the blood of the green skins.

But in the eyes of others, Desmond was extremely ferocious, just as bloodthirsty and violent as the monsters he was slaughtering.

He lost his mind.

His clinic looks so, so far away.

Farther than before.

And he knew that he would never be able to go back there again.

not now.

Not after this.

"climb!"

At this moment, Dumbled Bird rushed in from behind, yelling for everyone to lie down.

Tie Shuan fell to the ground and brought Desmond down by the way, and then the two buried their heads deeply.

Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the next second, a flame as hot as the sun swept across our heads, incinerating the rest of the lobby of the main building.

After that, they laughed and crawled out of the nest.

The people following him looked at him as if they were looking at a madman.

Desmond knew what he looked like in their eyes at this time: slightly burnt, filthy, covered in a layer of roasted green skin and blood like syrup.

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care what they think.

He didn't care about anything anymore.

He just wants to live and kill more greenskins.