Orc Tyrant

"This is a terrible day."

Next to Ragnar, the man who claimed to be Bouchard was chattering. He was a local militiaman who had separated from his comrades during the reconnaissance mission and could only hide in this place.

But in Ragner's view, this guy may not be telling the truth, he is more likely to be a deserter.

However, under the current severe situation, such behavior is very common, and he has no intention of pursuing it. After all, he is not a military policeman, and he has no right to choose the life or death of others.

He just asked this person to lead himself to Eshewen Elementary School from a relatively safe path.

"It's pretty bad."

Ragnar nodded, echoing the other party's words.

The roar of guns was still faintly heard from afar, but even so, this underground secret passage was still full of a strange sense of tranquility.

Ragnar had experienced similar feelings before, but they were all in places that had been infiltrated by human beliefs for countless generations.

But these tunnels are very strange.

He knew that in addition to building a large number of barricades in Dunwich, the defenders also made full use of the city’s sewer network and expanded dozens of kilometers of underground passages. This is why the human defenders can continue to fight even after being divided. the reason.

But few people have complete control of these underground passages, and Grana is even more strange to this area, because he must rely on this deserter to find the correct path.

Boom~!

With a loud noise, the inner wall of the entire passage trembles a few times, and the falling dust falls into Ragnar's neck, making him feel very uncomfortable.

It is said that the retreating troops planted a large number of landmines in the city, and the resulting fire completely covered Dunwich under deadly black smoke. The thick billowing smoke that covered the sky and the sun was full of powder, thicker than the dense fog on the seashore. , More terrifying than the haze of the plague.

Therefore, soldiers who can still fight must wear masks and stagger forward in the dim and dark environment. The thick pipes full of folds like a trunk connect the respirators with their masks.

Grana's mask has long been lost. Fortunately, he is now underground. Otherwise, he will probably not be killed by Ouke and choked to death by the foul air.

"It is said that a lot of strange things happened during the excavation of this passage. If it weren't for your request, I would not go here."

As he walked here, Shabur was still grumbling.

"What's the weird thing?"

"I don't know the specifics. It seems that the engineers have dug up something, but because they are more... heretical things, most of them are destroyed."

These words aroused Ragnar's vigilance. He knew that Dunwich was not an ancient city, and that humans had never set foot here in the past.

If there are any underground ruins, it is highly likely that they are not the product of human civilization.

Sure enough, after walking for ten minutes, the two of them entered a semi-open circular space, which was like a tomb.

And around the tomb, the condescending tomb gods met them through the smoke and dust.

They stood there staring at the tomb gods, as if they had become a group of ancient statues.

Shabur said something, but it was just a grunt in the shadows.

"It makes my hair horrified."

"Hurry up and go."

Ragnar said sharply, he also made the stone statues shudder, because the images of the gods are too horrible. They all have horns and animal feet, and their faces are distorted and weird. They look down below with a smile. all.

Without the means of calculation, he has no way of knowing how many years this underground temple has been standing, one thousand years? a thousand years?

The two walked out along the entrance passage.

But just halfway away, Ragnar looked back abruptly.

"what's happenin?"

Shabur asked nervously.

"I feel something is following us."

Ragnar's vigilant eyes swept across the darkness behind him, his gun was tightly held in his hand, but there was nothing in sight.

Under the beam of light of the flashlight, there was only a small amount of dust driven by the cyclone.

"Could it be a mouse?"

"Do you think I look like a cat."

Ragnar was very sure that he had just noticed something. It was the instinct he exercised when he rolled out of the pile of corpses, and saved his life several times, and he would never go wrong.

"You are right, something strange must have happened in this place."

Taking a deep look at the endless darkness behind, Ragnar turned around. He had more important tasks.

"I hope nothing will happen."

As soon as the voice fell, five soldiers walked noisily from the other side of the passage and pierced the dim light with the searchlight beam attached to the weapon.

Ragnar can see clearly that they are regular troops.

"Raise your hands, who are you!"

One of the soldiers said, and raised the rifle in his hand and pointed at Ragnar. They were fully armed, wearing masks, and light green light sticks leaping back and forth around their waists.

"Don't shoot! We are our own! The Fifth Militia Regiment!"

Shabur stepped forward with his hands raised and answered cautiously.

"There is a fart."

Another soldier yelled.

"Get out."

"Who the **** do you think you are talking to?"

Ragnar stepped forward and asked loudly.

"Who is your commander?"

"General Jaeger."

The other party responded.

"Who is your commander, bastard?"

"This is a misunderstanding."

Shabal said quickly and stretched his hand to his pocket.

The five guns were immediately lifted up and pointed at him, and the five beams of light nailed him in place like a specimen.

"Oh! Oh!"

Shouted Shabur.

"I just want to get my name tag!"

He took out the metal nameplate and threw it in front of the five soldiers.

"It's really no problem."

A soldier picked it up and took a look, then nodded.

"Of course, I won't lie, we have a task and we need to go to Aishewen Primary School."

"No, you can't go, the situation has changed."

"I'm Captain Ragnar of the Green Devil, and I have the command of the headquarters."

Ragnar stepped forward and revealed his green devil's name tag.

"This is an urgent task—"

"This morning, Aishewen Elementary School was captured, and the 91st Division was over. There are not a few living people left. You must be disappointed, so I advise you to leave as soon as possible."

"Captured? What happened at that time?"

Ragnar asked in surprise. When he set out, he was told that Eshevan was the strongest stronghold in the area.

"Are you from the Supreme Command? Do you need to know?"

A soldier sneered. Although they put down their guns, they still kept their distance.

"Talk in private?"

Shabur took out a pack of cigarettes, which instantly narrowed the distance between the two sides.

"In private, it's because that idiot Rudd made a **** mess of things."

Soldiers lit their cigarettes one after another, and started smoking happily. On the battlefield, cigarettes are the most important resource.