Orc Tyrant

Horna walked into the room where Ragner was waiting for her subordinates, the candlelight flickered in the bracket on the wall, and the fragrant resin was burning in the small bowl.

The shutters were opened, allowing the cold and fresh air to flow in at night.

Through the window, Horna could see the distant silhouette of Dunwich Cathedral shining in the dark, and the dull echo of that scream came from the night breeze.

"Captain Ragnar."

He got up from a low sofa and cleaned himself a little bit, but this couldn't hide his obviously pale face and the strangle mark on his neck.

He was now wearing a non-standard canvas jacket that was given to him by others.

"Colonel."

Ragnar nodded, his voice a little strange.

She walked straight to him and hugged him, the small hug could only barely wrap around his upper arm.

"Oh, I thought you were dead!"

She buried her head on his chest and cried.

"me too."

Horna stepped back and looked at him.

"I heard that you took people to find the fifth team. What happened later was a complete massacre... They said no one escaped."

"Basically no one."

Ragnar answered calmly.

"I was lucky, I found Tato, and a dozen other people rushed out together. It was a terrible experience, we..."

He paused.

"We have not been far from death, we still escaped, got a car back... with the help of some people."

Horna nodded and sat down on the sofa, and explored outside with mental strength.

One of her subordinates walked in immediately.

"Food and wine, girl, right now."

Horna ordered, and the other party quickly walked out to complete the task assigned by the colonel.

"The room has already provided me with food, Horna."

Ragnar shook his head and sat across from her.

"You're hungry, you have to eat more, did you just say that Tato is also alive?"

He nodded.

"He, the deputy captain, and eight soldiers, but we lost Tix and Fritsk. They are all excellent soldiers. Each of them has killed a double-digit Ok... It was a massacre. "

Ragnar wiped his mouth with his hand, making a trembling smile appear on his face like a magic trick.

"I'm afraid the fifth team has finished their last mission."

She lowered her head.

"At least you are alive."

"Yup."

He took a breath and stared at her.

"How about those night blades, Horna?"

Ragnar asked quietly.

"what?"

"Those night blades."

She hesitated, her expression showing no flaws.

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

Captain Green Devil frowned.

"You know, when the fifth team was attacked, those who came out to save them, the secret agents and killers of the Benedict Empire, they have been active in a long history."

"When?"

Ragnar narrowed his eyes, his tone slowly changed from questioning to interrogation.

"An hour ago, that person talked to you for several minutes."

Horna responded carefully to his gaze.

"Swear by the blood of the Three Witches, Ragnar, I have no idea what you are talking about. I have not come into contact with any night blade, nor any official forces of the Benedict Empire."

She looked at him as if he was a little crazy.

Suddenly Ragnar felt a strange feeling all over his body, as if the whole world was slowly engulfing him.

"Well, then we have nothing to talk about. Where is Tato? He said he received an order from the commander-in-chief, but I don't think there is a place where he is needed."

"Hear me out."

Horna did not answer his question directly.

"It looks like we unfortunately had some gaps in the information exchange. Why don't you repeat it from the beginning?"

There was no loss of gear at all, Ragnar thought.

He saw it, heard it, and even touched it.

Horna is the only person who knows besides him.

Obviously, she also has a share.

Suddenly, the door opened behind Horna.

"Colonel? Are you looking for me?"

Horna turned her head, and a man walked into the room.

He moved forward slowly, smiled at Horna, then recognized Ragnar and blinked in surprise.

"My god, I thought you were dead, man!"

"Obviously not."

Ragnar forced a smile on his face.

Gendarmerie Battalion Commander Soron Coburn? What the **** is he doing here? unless……

He is also related to all of this.

"We are talking, Peto is telling me how he found the fifth team and survived."

"I want to hear too."

Soron Kobunpi smiled and said without a smile.

"This must be expected, what happened? I heard it was bloody."

He sat next to Horna and stared at Ragnar eagerly.

Coburn is a sturdy middle-aged man with a curved nose like an axe, and a small black beard standing on his chin.

He is not an excellent battlefield commander, but he has an excellent IQ.

In the military system of the New California Republic, the gendarmerie is a strict supervisor of military discipline, paying particular attention to standardizing behavior and boosting morale, and is responsible for maintaining discipline and enforcing military laws.

In the Benedict Empire, such a person might be called a prison army.

When this person appeared, Ragnar thought it was time to shut up.

"It's really bloody, sir, but I suspect that the hunger made my head a little dizzy, not to mention the alcohol the colonel gave me... Please forgive me, I'm in a terrible state, and I'll tell you about those experiences next time."

"What's the other thing?"

Ragnar shook his head.

"Sorry, I think I may be a little confused... I do this from time to time, Colonel Horner knows. I often tell my dreams the same as the real thing. Now I am tired. Forgive me. I need sleep."

Then Ragnar stood up.

"I'm going to find a barracks to sleep over all of this, and I might be able to wake up a lot tomorrow."

"Ragna, are you sure you are okay?"

Horna asked concerned.

"I wish you a good rest, Colonel,"

Ragnar didn't respond, but retired directly and closed the door.

As he left along the passage, Ragnar thought while observing whether anyone was following him.

He couldn't be sober now, his whole world was gradually falling apart from a point where it had been flawless for a long time.

This conversation made him realize that he could not trust anyone for the time being.

He was not surprised by the involvement of the Benedict Empire, because he had long known that the other side had sent support. This is a well-known thing, because the New California Republic is also supporting the Benedict Empire.

But the shadow prince Diego is a wanted criminal who has been exiled by the Benedict Empire. The appearance of such characters is very worthwhile, especially when their appearance is accompanied by such **** and cruel incidents.

Ragnar had a foreboding that this war was deteriorating, and it seemed that it was no longer a simple war against Oak, and it was also mixed with a lot of complicated content.

The exiled forces of the Benedict Empire seem to have some connection with the blood worship, which further confirms some of his worries.

At this time, he felt that perhaps he should go to another person he completely trusted and knew, a fellow of his hometown, and told him what he had encountered.

The commander of the Independent First Division, Major General Mountbatten.