Orc Tyrant

"I said, who is that?"

Ragnar, who returned to the camp after performing the mission, asked softly.

"do you know?"

Sergeant Turk, who was busy opening a pack of dry food, shrugged.

"someone."

He hummed and replied.

"You are super useful, you know?"

Ragnar responded, punching Turk's arm, and he gave his captain a tired look.

"It's a volunteer, it's said... from the Benedict Empire."

"Who said this?"

"The colonel's attendant."

The Green Devils arrived at the outpost at No. 23 an hour ago. This was originally an ancient church made of brick and stone, but now it has become a military stronghold.

Location 23 is a strategic location that was retaken from Oak a week ago. It is only eight kilometers away from the main city. This outpost used to be part of the noose that Oak set around the city. It has been temporarily untied. .

But it doesn't mean that this situation will last long. Oak will inevitably re-attack this lost stronghold and be more violent than before.

So Ragner's team came to assist the defense, and it was only twenty hours before he finished his last mission.

But today this matter made him a little curious. This veteran of six years of service, a soldier with a sturdy body, poked his head out of the porch of the makeshift barracks and looked into the distance of the red brick walkway.

The end of the path extended to a central courtyard of the church, and he could see that the newcomer was talking to Horna and some of her men.

The newcomers are tall, but the proportions of their bodies are strange, and their limbs are longer than ordinary people.

The mysterious man was wearing a dark gray gown, a face mask, and a dusty sniper rifle slung across his shoulder.

"He's really **** big, but some are thin."

Ragnar said, unconsciously fiddling with the green fangs hung on the necklace.

"Don't keep staring."

Turk nibble on his dry food and said vaguely.

"I was about to say that, I think he is taller than you."

"Stop staring."

"He happened to be in the position I was looking at, Turk."

Something special is happening, Ragnar can feel it, and it has been like this in recent days.

For example, the two killers encountered during the last mission.

But there is one thing to say, that person is indeed very tall, he is completely condescending in front of Horna-although everyone is condescending in front of her.

In any case, he is at least one meter nine.

Horna was looking at him with her neck up, nodding from time to time, Ragnar could not hear their conversation.

Although she was communicating with a big tall guy, Horna's posture was as strong as ever: sharp, energetic, full of energy like a cockfighting, and determined.

Ragner had always suspected that Colonel Horna used body language to make up for her doll-like figure.

She is a spiritual instructor, which is the official title of the New California Republic. In other places, people like her are called witches.

Ragnar looked back at the barracks. His team members were busy taking naps, eating and drinking, and gambling.

Some are cleaning weapons or arranging armor, sweeping away the red rust that has accumulated during the whole day of marching.

"I went out for a walk."

Ragner told Turk that the sergeant was just chewing on the food and staring at the officer's feet—his dirty stubby toes were peeking out of the holes in the woolen socks.

"Doesn't look so handsome?"

Facing Ragner's inquiry, Turk just shrugged.

"What the **** is it."

Ragnar took off his coat with a badge, unfastened his belt and weapon belt, threw them on the dry floor, and then took his own water bottle.

"I'm going to fill this up."

Ragnar paced out of the passage, the water bottle swaying in his stout hand, but he was disappointed to find that the mysterious man had disappeared.

Colonel Horner and her subordinates were talking and leaving from the other end of the courtyard, and she just turned around when Ragnar walked into the courtyard.

At this time, the temperature is still warm, and the heat brought by the whole day is radiated from the stone bricks in the shadow.

Above, the evening sky showed a dark purple.

"Captain Ragnar? What's the matter?"

Horna said, her voice as crisp as crushed ice grains.

Ragnar smiled kindly and shook the water bottle in his hand.

"Just about to go to the pump."

Colonel Horna walked towards him from being surrounded by her subordinates. She was so petite, like a little girl, tight and slender.

She was wearing a black tights and a gray coat, and on her feet were a pair of high heels that further highlighted her short. There was a small cherry mouth on the goose egg's face, and her eyes looked big.

Compared with the responsibilities on her shoulders, she is extremely young at the age of twenty-three, but the witches are like this.

Ragnar knew that he had a crush on her: so perfect, so delicate, and such a powerful force radiated from that small body.

"Go to the pump?"

"Go and pick up the water. I'm finished."

"Drinking water has already been allocated. I think it's just an excuse to probe the brain."

Ragnar shrugged with a gesture he wanted to look cute.

"You know me best."

"So I think you are digging your head."

They stared at each other, then Horner's big eyes slowly moved to Ragner's socks feet.

He could see that she was holding back a laugh, and obviously the way to deal with Huo Nan was to cater to her sense of humor.

This is why he took off his boots.

Ragnar tried to hold his stomach and put on a serious expression.

"Difficult enough, isn't it?"

She sneered.

"What do you mean?"

"Take your stomach."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Colonel."

Horna nodded.

"I don't know why we left you here, don't we have a limit on body size?"

"Or weight standard?"

One of her subordinates suddenly laughed.

She took four of her subordinates, all of whom were blond girls in their twenties, surrounded by Horna, with a sly smile on their faces.

"Oh, you guys are kidding me."

Ragnar shook his head.

"We can indeed make fun of you."

"Anyway, I'm the only person here who can wrestle with Oak."

Horna frowned.

"That's true, but don't be too curious, you will soon know what you need to know."

"A volunteer from the Benedict Empire?"

Huo Nan glanced at her subordinates with interrogation eyes, and spied them with mental power.

Suddenly the girls turned their heads under the colonel's unpleasant mental contact, pretending to be looking at other things.

"It seems that someone said that he had missed it."

"That is indeed... I seem to remember what they are called, Yabane?"

Ragnar asked.

"Like I said..."

Horna turned her head back to look at him and said.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Ragnar shook his water bottle.

"I will know when I should."

"Let your people settle down."

After she finished speaking, she turned and prepared to leave.

"Has the third team arrived?"

Ragner asked suddenly that there were two teams involved in this support mission, one was his fifth team and the third team.

"The third team?"

"They should already be here. Tato owes me a gambling debt. Are they here?"

Horna squinted her eyes, her expression seemed a little surprised.

"No, they haven't arrived yet... but they should be soon."

"Then I request to lead an investigation team out and wander around to see what is holding them down."

"Your loyalty to your friends is admirable, but your request was not approved."

"it's getting dark."

"Yes, that's why I don't want you to hang around outside."

Ragnar nodded.

"Did we make it clear? You didn't try to be clever this time, didn't you misinterpret my orders in your head?"

The captain of the green devil shook his head as if it were real.

"Well, nothing is the best, good night, dear."

"Good night, Colonel."

Smiling and waving a small hand to Ragnar, Horna walked away on high heels, and at the same time issued a command with mental power.

Her subordinates paused, frowned at Ragnar, and followed her footsteps.

"Just stare at me if you want to stare at me, you bunch of blonde bastards."

Ragnar grumbled and walked back to the barracks.

"Turk?"

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Ten minutes, get me a scout team."