Orc Tyrant

Horna watched the distant mansion fall into flames from behind a window of the 23rd outpost.

From time to time, a building exploded, spewing out a cloud of flames, and the rising smoke obscured the clear sky at night. Every explosion made her subordinates frowned and exclaimed.

These may attract Oak’s air force, but they are less frequent at night, so this risk is worth taking.

Finally, she nodded.

"Should I notify the Grand Inquisitor?"

"Yes it is."

The slender figure standing behind her said:

"Of course, I will also submit a report personally, but you should be the first person to tell him the good news."

Horna turned around from the window.

"Thank you, and thank you for your work."

"This battle is not over yet, and there is still a lot to do. The blood worship has corrupted the city too deeply. It can only temporarily contain them, but eradication is absolutely impossible. The only thing to do is..."

"I see."

Afterwards, the man hesitated, as if he was not sure whether to speak.

"We may not work together again, Colonel Horner."

This sentence made Horna very surprised. She blinked her eyes, and when she was about to speak, the other party interrupted her.

"I have two things to say. First, our time is running out. Second, the blood worship conspiracy is far more than these. They have a bigger and terrible plan. This plan cannot be interrupted by us. It is no longer a field that mortals can enter. The only way at present is to carry out the existing plan. The Citizen Temple has their own plan, so you can rest assured."

"I never knew this."

Horna said in surprise.

"The plan of the Citizen Temple? Do you mean the actions of the Secret Officer? I just heard about it, but he and his organization are extremely mysterious, and I can't even know the dark lines in the Citizen Temple."

"It all comes from the ancient history before the long night. You have no reason to know... I must leave now. It's an honor to work with you, Colonel Horna."

"Me too... although I still don't know your name."

"I'm Diego, madam, considering your strength, I think you have guessed it."

As the shadow moved, Diego had left behind the outpost and walked through the darkness.

His actions are silent and swift.

When he walked near the north gate, he stopped and slowly turned around.

"Let's meet again."

Ragnar said, walking out of the shadows, his gun aimed at the vague figure's chest.

"Again? I don't remember that we met, but your sneaking skills are pretty good."

Ragnar shrugged.

"I am a little capable."

"May I help you?"

"I hope so."

"Does that thing need to be aimed at me?"

"I can't say it too well, but this way I feel safer. I need some answers. I feel that only a gun can help me get the answers."

"A gun can only help you get death, soldier, you just need to ask."

Ragnar bit his lip.

"You are performing a secret mission."

"Yes it is."

"Good job, congratulations, but is it necessary to waste so many lives?"

"what do you mean?"

There was a burst of laughter in the shadow, but Ragnar's heart seemed to touch an iceberg.

"I heard that the fifth team was torn to pieces tonight. Is that part of your plan?"

"Yes it is."

Ragnar shook his head and raised the muzzle.

"Damn, you admit it, you use my friend as cannon fodder, and then—"

"No, I used them as bait."

"what?"

Ragnar's hand holding the gun was trembling, and his fingers gradually clenched until he was about to pull the trigger.

"Don't be so shocked, life is full of secrets, and I plan to share some with you... Honesty is the only precious currency. If you believe me, I will tell you some facts."

"Okay."

"The power of the blood worship is powerful and evil. Conventional attacks cannot defeat them. They have been controlled by the Chaos Gods, although I don't expect you to really understand the meaning of that word... My people need to enter theirs. In the stronghold, it means that a feint is needed to attract those fanatics. I’m sorry, but your friends have become the ideal bait from a tactical point of view. They have drawn away the main force of the blood worship so that we can enter it, but I did tell my people to protect and save them as much as possible."

"This is the truth, I guess... cruel, rough."

"We live in a cruel and rough world, soldiers... if we want to survive, we have to pay for a tooth. We have to make sacrifices. No matter what, sacrifices are always painful."

Ragnar sighed, and his gun dropped a little.

Suddenly, the gun was no longer in his hand.

It broke in two and flew towards the far wall.

"Never point a weapon at me again."

The slender figure came to Ragnar in an instant, pressed him against the wall and said.

"No—it won't!"

"well."

"Are you really human?"

Ragnar gasped and said, his feet shaking in the air.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because-they said-you are all monsters-the same as the things you killed."

The long and thin shadow wrapped in bright black armor opened his mask with a free hand, allowing Ragnar to see his face.

"What do you think?"

Ragnar opened his mouth wide. He tried to scream, but nothing came out of his throat.

It was a pale corpse face, thin and haggard, with black scattered hair covering the long and pointed ears, and the almond-like eyes were emitting a faint purple light at the moment.

Greedy, hungry.

"Ah, a strong... sturdy soul, when you scream, it will be especially sweet, and it will surely give me a full meal, right."

"Ahem..."

Ragnar tried to avoid those eyes, but he couldn't escape, his consciousness was gradually blurring.

"Peeling? Cramps? Let the bone marrow dry? Fill with mercury? How should I cook this delicious meal... Sorry, you have to forgive me, I'm very hungry now."

Suddenly, the other party released his hand, and Lager suddenly sat down on the ground.

He coughed violently and touched his neck. He felt like he had been frostbited.

When he hurriedly picked up the gun, he found that the man had disappeared.

"So... stay away from me, away from these secrets you shouldn't know."

The voice of the other party drifted slowly into his ears.

"Once the curtain is lifted, it will be a world you can't bear, remember."

Ragnar looked around, but couldn't see a trace of him.

He disappeared.

"The Shadow Prince... is really a monster."