Orc Tyrant

Standing is painful, but the presence of the overlord requires Ur to persist.

He was in a temporary construction site, and the huge boring machine was stagnating a hundred meters away. After that violent collision, it was obviously something wrong, and the mechanics were urgently repairing it.

And Guk also decided to break through from this place, so he was not in a hurry to fix the machine immediately, but set up a camp here, which was the area previously occupied by the devil.

The guards kept pouring into the ground to prepare for the upcoming general offensive. The war on the ground also intensified, and all Ouke was gearing up.

They not only longed for a great war, but also longed for a massacre.

They are eager to release all the violence when they capture the city.

But before that, Guk still saw a group of unexpected people.

In the makeshift huge tent, Ur got up from the long chair in the corner, he stood, his back straight and his head raised, his eyes fixed on the door.

Directly across from him, Hagrid's posture was exactly the same as him.

They didn't join the guards, but Guk deliberately kept them by his side, which made Ur a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't resist.

Then, the strange team came in.

Guk chose to receive them in a very simple and practical place. A lame-legged lacquered wood oval table was surrounded by exactly twelve chairs with different shapes and dirty. Obviously, these temporary furniture were all from the sewer. From the garbage dump, and the small space makes

Ok, with a huge physique, had to choose to stand.

There are no flags or things to show off here, the only decoration is a totem smiley face placed on the top of the tabletop, watching everything.

The message is obvious: the gods of Ouk are still watching everything.

Under his direct gaze, on a chair that is twice the size of an ordinary chair and reinforced by steel, Guk sits.

His chin was placed on the arched fingers, the huge mechanical claws that had been taken off were set aside, and his cold red eyes watched and evaluated the value of each of the six messengers, while those messengers walked to the far-end chair.

Everyone was seated, the chattering calmed down, and Guk nodded.

This posture is so subtle that it is almost imperceptible, except for those who know him best and stand by his side.

The creak of Kundera and Batka's armor immediately followed when they were seated.

Naturally, Ur was not qualified to sit at the table. In fact, he and Hagrid shared a chair and was in the corner of the room, but this was already considered a privilege.

As he sat down, he resisted the convulsions of his flesh.

In the previous wars, he was lucky to be alive, but most of the boys he led did not enjoy such luck.

Had it not been for Guk's appearance, he might have become a dead soul.

As if a fart preparing dinner for the meeting, Ur smelled the aroma of crushed mushrooms in the air, and heard the sizzle of roasted meat in the distance.

He shook his head, knowing that he should be hungry.

But his thoughts made him feel less hungry, and Guk saved his life.

but why? Why is he? He should be grateful, but not so...

He felt taken advantage of. Guke must know what was inside, or let him lead the boys into it. He seemed to be a fisherman, and he was a bait.

Ur took a small breath, and when he turned his head, he was facing Kundera Ka on the opposite side of the table, and a brief understanding was passed between the two Oukes.

The understanding of the extent of his injury, the sympathy for being dragged into this meeting involuntarily, and the appreciation for his perseverance.

There are many things that cannot be said, but are conveyed only by a glimpse, and many things cannot-and will not be talked aloud.

But there are too many incomprehensible things.

They all looked at the other end of the table.

These representatives claim to be from the other side of the sea. In the eyes of the Oukes, the representatives of the Trust Council are a group of monsters wearing hoods. The steel skeletons and the cloned bodies present a nightmare-like mixture. Jewelry, but like a brain palsy asshole

Hunk back and chatter endlessly.

One of them stood out.

Whether accidentally or deliberately, he immediately sat opposite Guk.

He puts himself in a prominent position to balance with the Ouke overlord, which he intends to do.

This man is different from his companions, wearing a gorgeous light blue breastplate, whose processing imitates the exaggerated human structure, and the appearance is also the kind of industrial standard, as if it was deliberately made, a young man in his twenties .

Afterwards, Liya walked around the long table and whispered in Guk's ear, her voice so small that it was hard to hear Kundera on his left hand.

When she finished speaking, she stepped back and stood at attention on the shoulders of the overlord, leaving a row of empty chairs as a buffer between the representatives of the trust council and Ouke.

She did not intend to announce it to anyone, nor did the messengers speak, nor did Ouke who were present.

This is not their privilege.

A few seconds later, the pale Ouke tyrant leaned forward, pressing his elbows on the big table, his chin still on his fingertips, this action made the lame table squeak in pain.

When he moved under the light, the colors in his eyes changed subtlely, as if walking between dark green and white light under the shade of a forest.

Anyone who knows him knows that Guk is thinking, he is by nature.

Ur has reason to suspect that even during the short-term dormant period of the overlord, he was trapped by doubt and paranoia in his dream, and weaved cunning or vicious thoughts.

The overlord is the smartest Ok, and this is true. Ur realized for the first time that thinking about this so difficult thing in Ok, but it was easy to think about in Gu Ke.

How did he do it?

"What brought you trash to my table?"

After making everyone and Oak worry for nearly five minutes, Guk finally spoke.

"My name is Rorosannick."

The man in the battle armor said so, and leaned forward, reproducing Gu Ke's movements, but that was all.

It is not wise to look at the irritable tyrant.

"Director of the Trust Council."

His eyes were slid to the side, as if seeking some kind of advice.

"And it's the Pure Human Alliance now, maybe you haven't heard of it."

"Listen to what?"

"The resolution of the Great Purification, the establishment of the alliance, and the great crisis that we and you are about to face."

Guk and Liya exchanged glances.

"Your crisis is not ours."

On diplomatic occasions, Guk is more willing to give Liya the right to speak, she said after careful consideration.

"You have been enemies with our lord, we have nothing in common, and your crisis is not necessarily a crisis for us, at least not for now."

"Alas, it may not be the same as impossible, it is very different."

Rorosanick said with a smile:

"Ten years ago, we might not have expected the war to come to this point, and I might not have expected this meeting."