Orc Tyrant

Ilyquis is on the verge of destruction, and the surface of the city has become a puzzle composed of burning ruins, boiling oceans and scorched wilderness-but this is still the result of the attackers' reservations.

If they want, the bad luck of other cities can also fall on Ilyquis. The day and night bombardment of tons of shells and rockets will shatter the entire city and recast it into a lava volcano.

However, this did not happen, Illichs has another use-

It will contribute to the triumphal march of the guard leader Mangul.

"Well……"

At this time, the strong Oak was standing on a ridge, overlooking the vast crater that replaced the past pasture.

Half of this huge bowl made up of dirty glass and molten gravel was hidden in the thick smoke, but based on the visible part, it was enough to infer its huge area. This was obviously a scene created by a huge bomb dropped by air.

Further afield, trucks and trucks returned here from all corners with the surviving local residents.

Suddenly, a huge helicopter with two propellers swooped down into the huge pit, opened the fuselage belly door, and threw the civilians in the cabin like garbage into the crowd who had been driven here.

Countless people lined up to form a reciprocating cross line, holding weapons, and fierce white helmet guards standing at equidistant points on the edge of the giant pit. Their existence alone is sufficient to deter civilians and veto any attempt to escape.

There were a few desperadoes at first, and their bodies, which were blasted to pieces by guns, are now scattered at the feet of the crowd.

Anyone who dared to take a step from the lines in the ashes suffered the same fate.

The dried shrimps—they were not worthy of the title prisoner—were moaning in pain and whispering in terror, and the voice brushed over Mangul like a soft wave.

He almost wanted to stay on the spot, taste the fear overflowing in that huge pit, and be immersed in its sweet and delicious way.

However, he has other things to do.

At this time, there was footsteps coming from the edge of the huge pit that was full of debris, and Manggur turned to face the human approaching him.

Around them, traces of slender steam rose up from time to time, slowly releasing the heat energy injected into the broken scorched earth by the bombing.

"General."

The guide of the Wendigo church saluted him guardedly.

"Do you want to hear reports about those... monsters? We found the wreckage you were looking for."

"Ok?"

Mangul frowned.

The guide from Wendigo Church nodded and threw something over.

The head of the Guards stretched out his hand to catch it. At first it seemed to be just a skull deformed under the high heat. However, after careful inspection, the sickle-like jaw and the weird overall outline were obviously not the handwriting of the burning flames.

Then he raised the remains again and looked directly at its dark eyes.

Ghost-like energy still lingers in it. Suddenly, Mangguer seemed to see tiny gold particles flying in the wind, and then disappeared invisible.

He remembered what Guk had said to him before, and then said:

"The rest of the corpse was also destroyed."

The guide nodded, pointed to the head and said.

"We also found other bodies in the same area of ​​the ruins, which appeared to be people from the Citizens Temple."

Mangul didn't care about the trivial matters, he waved his hand in irritation, ignoring the other party's explanation.

"Throw them away, I just need to know that these things are nearby, it doesn't matter whether they live or die."

Then he threw the head into the dust.

"What is it?"

Mangguer murmured to himself, his tone becoming more determined.

"That thing? Did they put some kind of monster in this ghost place, did they kill my commander because of this?"

With that said, he turned his head to the Wendigal Cultist.

"No, no... Those things have nothing to do with me."

The man was in a cold sweat immediately, and he waved his hand quickly. After a few days of getting along with him, he clearly knew what would be the result of angering this Ok.

What's more, at the moment, several of his senior commanders were continuously assassinated by unknown creatures.

"I always feel that you are all in the same group."

As soon as these words were uttered, Mangguer felt a tightness in his chest, and the long-buried question resurfaced again. He put his unformed thoughts behind him, and squinted his eyes to look at the human being.

"They are also our enemies, nothing more."

"It smells like lies,"

Mangguer responded with a sneer.

"I'm tired of your tricks and riddles,"

The warrior's words struck a chord in the hearts of the Wendigans, but he didn't show them.

"This is a chess game, the greatest chess game... we march forward, we accumulate strength, and we are prepared to destroy the enemy, very..."

He raised his head.

"The sky will be perfect."

"Don't mind, man."

A new voice sounded, followed by a burst of lightning, and a certain figure appeared from the fog below.

"These nervous shrimps are often too addicted to long talk."

Batka stepped across the scorched earth and crushed the broken rock under his feet with heavy boots. Mangul immediately turned around, as did Wendigo's guide.

Behind Batka, Mangul caught a glimpse of the two members of Tingwei, who were looking away and talking loudly.

"You stay away."

Batka said to his bodyguard.

"I need to discuss an issue with the boss of Mangul."

After Tingwei walked away quickly, Manggul felt Batkar's penetrating, steady gaze fall on him. This gaze was so familiar, it didn't look like the crazy nervous boy before.

In the next second, Mangul reacted immediately. At this moment, there was more than one thought in Batka's head.

"Boss?"

"Your distance is too far, only this way can I talk to you."

"A new mission?"

Mangguer asked in a relaxed tone, and he seemed very happy to be able to talk to Guk again.

Batka's sullen eyes were cast on the skull lying in the ashes.

"These things are getting more and more, I need you to hurry up."

Mangguer's first reaction was to boast of his achievements during this period, but he suppressed this idea before he spoke. Since Guk didn't ask, then he obviously knew all about it.

"Okay, boss."

The head of the Guards was thinking about it. Perhaps Guk knew everything he did from start to finish, but to achieve this, his eyes and ears must reach all the Ouke groups...

Mangguer had no doubt that perhaps a close friend around him was reporting his achievements to Guk every day.

"You played well and interrupted Xiami's support to the front. Now I need you to find the tower as soon as possible, destroy it, and then turn around and join me."

Mangul nodded. This is his real mission. Destroying Ilyquis is only incidental. What he really needs to destroy is a magic tower, a magic tower that Hannibal predicted will bring doomsday.

To this end, he brought the most elite armored force in the entire Ouke Kingdom, and went deep behind enemy lines and rampaged.

Along the way, he has crushed more than a dozen divisions temporarily organized by mankind, and he can receive a large amount of air support and supplies every day. If these forces were invested in the Dunwich War, the city would have fallen long ago, but Guk was determined. Very firm.

Must destroy that magic tower!

After explaining this, Batka turned around and left along the ridge.

Not a few steps away, Mangul took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Boss, do you really believe in that shrimp?"

Batka stopped, then turned her head.

His reply was firm and clear, with no room for defense.

"I don't believe in any shrimps, I only believe in my eyes."

He paused, and briefly cast his gaze into his heart.

"This war will only come to an end when all the shrimps kneel down in front of me. The devil is just a pebble on this road, and I will kick them away easily."

Mangul felt a rush of power.

"If the shrimp... the one named Hannibal, he wouldn't kneel down."

Batka's eyes became cold.

"Then I will kill him."

Batka continued on, and nodded to the guards.

Following the order, the bomb buried under the feet of countless surviving civilians immediately detonated, destroying them all in an instant. Mangul grinned and listened to the unison chorus of shrill screams.