Orc Tyrant

There was a thunderous explosion.

The old broken glass window glass on the top of the church burst suddenly, scattered on the ancient streets, piled up to knee-deep.

In the sunset, those fragments are now scarlet red, reflecting the blood of the winners and losers on the narrow roads of the city.

Ava raised her head slightly, and the sky screamed like a burning furnace.

The red-hot gale swept through the blasted rubble, tearing apart the continuous ruins, causing the dust cloud to rise as high as the distant chimney, while the ground underneath was still trembling, as if it was being beaten by a giant fist. .

Boom~!

Another colonnade was hit, shattered by gunfire from a tank, and the fragile wall on the far side was crumbling.

The maids around her bent down, trying to protect the noble female grandfather.

But she was unmoved, just breathing heavily, clutching the hilt of his delicately carved sword.

On the far left, crossing a dry river, the extraordinary vision of the Harpy helped him to see that the tiny, gray-green rickety figure was rushing into the abyss of battle on another front, leaning and turning to avoid an attack. Firepower.

She watched them charge, and for a moment, she admired their bravery.

Although she didn't get along for a long time, she already thought she knew enough about these beasts that they would release something in battle-joy, purity, and primitiveness.

Even though they were so far apart, she could feel their hearts beating fiercely.

She never expected to be impressed by them in that way, and her education told of their barbarism in her heart.

This is the northern part of Dunwich. The Ork forces that have crossed the human suburban defense line are advancing towards the damaged road line on both sides, next to the piles of rubble, they have already penetrated Dunwich in a certain sense.

Then, there was a street fighting that was extremely cruel for both sides.

Ava took a deep breath, feeling the bitterness of the gunpowder smoke in her mouth. She did not follow Guk into the ground. She would rather be on the ground and in the sky to witness all this, this scene of destruction.

She could feel the rumble of heavy armored vehicles approaching slowly, and the fighters roared bravely facing the sky traumatized by lightning.

The explosions are regular like clockwork, some are extremely distant, many are gradually approaching, they all shake the iconic buildings of Dunwich still looming on the horizon.

Dunwich Cathedral.

Although Ava had not fought many wars, she still walked through the battlefield, but no one or anyone could prepare her for the Dunwich war.

This is a battle fought on all sensory perceptions—the real world rippled when the two races collided furiously, and even the air felt broken, as if shattered by some evil magic, causing eyes to burn. Burning, itchy skin.

She lowered her head and saw where she had landed more than ten seconds ago-on the corpse of a human soldier, half buried in the rubble under her feet.

His helmet cracked, revealing a ruined face under it, which should look very young.

But no matter what, he was dead, and his chest was slashed open by a huge sharp weapon.

Except for those terrible wounds, the soldier seemed almost ready to reappear to fight from his dusty grave at any time, his eyes still unyielding.

This war has killed many people.

Human beings are complete enough that they will not easily admit defeat, but their resistance ends here.

The details of the story may be different, but the ending is always the same-the more violent side will win, and the war has always been.

These people are not the first to be wiped out under the banner of Guk, and they will not be the last.

Ava flapped her wings and flew forward, followed by a hundred maids, passing through the hot ruins and swaying the weapons in her hands. ,

"Grand Duke, it's too dangerous here, you should..."

"You don't need to teach me how to do it."

The team walked into the intersection of the two main avenues. A long avenue of emptied residential units stretched out along a straight axis. Along it, the entire armored force moved slowly northward, covering itself. In a lot of smoke.

The dull rumbling sound resounded from the front position, which was a long-range bombardment of the enemy's defense line trenches.

Ouke is not fighting alone. At low altitudes where fighters can hardly stay, the Harpy is also using explosives and small-caliber rifles in his hands to assist in the attack. These combat units exist in squads, led by noble commanders.

Among them, General Wilberkina, the highest commander, was among them, her long cloak twitching in the dusty wind.

The commander looked almost untouched by the hustle and bustle of battle. Her gorgeous armor woven from metal wires was almost spotless, emitting light under the darkened sky.

Her spear is full of energy, and the blue arc symbolizing the storm is wrapped around the golden spear shaft. She acts in the usual way before the battle-proud, confident, and cautious.

Wilburkina lowered her head after seeing Ava flying close.

"What a cruel task, Grand Duke Ava."

Wilburkina said so.

"We have lost 23 teams. Humans have arranged snipers to attack us. The morale of the soldiers is very low, and there are deserters—"

"I know all of this, now I want to look at this place—"

Ava had planned to say that she wanted to watch this place be completely destroyed. But he had no chance to speak.

Below them, a huge armored car tremblingly approached, the color of iron gray, decorated with greedy blood-red long-toothed skulls.

This was the first of more than two dozen armored vehicles. It drove extremely fast, traversing the rubble, and kicking it away like a ship pushing out of the bow waves.

"It's here, the warlord of the Bloodfang Legion, Bal Jijin."

Ava has never seen this warlord so far, and her impression of these top rulers of Ork still stays at the level of Guk-they will march on foot to the head of the army and give orders with a clear voice like the master.

She never realized that they would go to war in a car, with one hand hanging from the back of an armored car, wielding a **** battle axe like a berserker.

"bird!"

Ba Zijin shouted, jumping off the armor that was still flying, and stomping heavily on the ground.

His battle axe flashed with deadly malice at this moment.

All the harpies nearby fell back to the ground. They knew it was not a good idea to fly over a warlord's head. They were known for their moodiness, but they would never tolerate weak things on their heads.

Bar Zhijin walked towards Wilburkina, metal chains and leather swaying around him.

Other soldiers jumped off the armor one after another. This was the warlord bodyguard carrying axes and guns. Their blood-stained armor was hung with fur fragments and bone totems.

Wilberkina straightened up to face each other, flanked by her own guards.

From the command level, Wilberkina is not actually affiliated with Balzhijin, and the two sides have no relationship between superiors and superiors. However, the Jiafang Guards carry a certain hidden threat from their arrogant steps. Diffusion, a chill deep into the bone marrow.