Orc Tyrant

The senior commanders of the Blood Axe Legion stood on either side of him, all fully armed, wearing shiny black uniforms and armor.

Since being given the title of "beast" by Guk and taking full responsibility for the affairs of the eastern region, the blood axe army has basically been stationed in and around the city of Tyre, so their equipment level and quantity have been greatly increased. Almost all the industries in Tyre are owned by Beruf, and he is bold enough to allow human communities to exist, as long as they can deliver the industrial products on time, to ensure their safety and freedom.

Two years have passed since the war, but it seemed like a long, long time ago.

"It's about to start, I think today is a bit special."

Beruf looked at Camille, who was less than ten meters away from him. Even after so many things had happened, Camille would still be deeply pleased by talking with him.

"That guy's recent performance is a bit offensive. Your role today is just watching the situation change, understand?"

"Understood, my master." T

"Bosco?"

Beruf looked at his new adjutant, who seemed to be still in a daze.

But when faced with the warlord's inquiry, he immediately responded, nodded and stood in his usual position.

"Understood, sir."

He could feel the penetrating gaze of the warlord staring at him, and all he could do was stare at the vault in the courtyard.

At this time, a door opened, heavy footsteps came in, and then a blood-red behemoth emerged from the shadow outside the door.

Although Camille had seen the warlords of the Gough Army, he was still shocked by the fierceness and power of the beast.

Grak is huge, and it is said that he is the warlord closest to the king of Ork, but his beast-like shoulders are more generous.

The neck is as thick as a tree trunk and carries a huge square head, the face full of scars is violent and agitated, and the hurtful eyes are deep in the interlaced scars.

A bunch of ugly Scrooge braids were embedded on top of his head, hanging down to the shoulder armor.

Grak's battle armor is blood red like his skin. A heavy metal plate is covered on a layer of lock armor. A chain axe and a butcher knife cross his back, making him look like a barbaric world. God of War in general.

Camille heard that before Guk surrendered him, the two used swordsmen met, but then the "Red Devils" conquered by force by the King of Ouke, and made him his most loyal dog.

It is said that Glak has committed countless crimes in previous wars. Massacres are simply commonplace for him. There is no woman and child in his eyes. As long as it is alive, he can't get rid of his butcher knife.

According to some undisclosed data, only one million people in Tyre were killed by Grak and his butchers, and the ancient moat was once filled with corpses. And all this happened after the surrender of the city.

Guk was still there, but he didn't stop it, and no one could stop it.

After seeing Glak, Camille believed the rumor without difficulty.

And the deputy of the warlord Gough stood beside his boss, with a calm expression, even though his master's face was clouded.

"Beruf!"

Grak growled in a rough and savage voice:

"It looks like you are welcoming me like a boss, so have I become your little brother now?"

"It's not."

Beruf answered without panic.

"I'm just glad you can be here."

"Would I like to miss this interesting meeting? How could it be possible."

The threat in Grak's tone was like a volcanic crater with thick smoke.

Suddenly, the second man and horse came out from another arch. It was a group of guards. Under the leadership of Tyre's guard leader Charkin, they appeared with their officers in bright silver armor, and each one was equipped with The level of gorgeousness is almost as good as that of their leader.

"Beast, greet you,"

Charkin spoke proudly and formally, and Beruf nodded in response.

Camille can see that Beruf has gradually become an experienced diplomat when he manages the entire eastern continent of the city.

"As a representative of the overlord, I will attend for him on this occasion and temporarily command the guards for him."

Then he turned to Grak, nodded and said:

"It's nice to see you too, Boss Grak."

Grak didn't answer him arrogantly, and Camille saw that the humiliation made Charkin's expression a little stiff.

There was a smile at the corner of the harpy’s mouth, which was what she and Beruf would like to see. Grak fought against the leader of the guard who represented the power of Guk, which would greatly weaken his right to speak here and There will be no alliance that threatens Beruf's status.

Even Camille gave Beruf a lot of ideas to keep the small friction between the two sides accumulating.

The discord that is manifesting now is just the tip of the iceberg of many contradictions in the past.

But before any possible conflict was triggered, the last team entered the chamber.

Lame Luo, the warlord of the fierce lion legion, walked around a group of warriors in light green motley armor.

The warlord’s armor had hardly any decorations, except for the harpoon on one of his shoulders that represented him from the ocean.

His face and forehead were full of furrows and scars, but there was no Skugger hair, a thick neck guard covering his mouth and throat, and a puff of white gas was expelled as he breathed.

A mechanic with a robotic boom stood beside his warlord, and Camille recognized him with a smile.

Omega, the mechanic who used to work under the master Ojimed.

This guy has a very unique insight in mechanical manufacturing. The giant helicopters he made have become the iconic combat equipment of the Fierce Tiger Corps. Those giant helicopters are three times larger than ordinary jets and have three propellers that can carry rockets and Heavy weapons such as cannons, and the bottom armor is so thick that it can carry out low-altitude surprise attacks against the air defense fire on the ground.

Therefore, Lame Luo valued him very much, even willing to make him his deputy.

But having said that, unlike the average mechanic boy, Omega does not have the obvious triviality and weakness in his character. He has won many friends from different legions with his straightforward and honest qualities.

Even Camille got rid of the little things he had made for himself.

When Lame Luo saw Beruf, he nodded slightly to indicate to him.

"My good brother has arrived."

Beruf nodded and responded loudly:

"Everyone is here."

The beast got up and walked from his high throne to the center of the chamber. The light in the room dimmed, and a map appeared in front of him leaning from the dome, floating close to the floor.

"This is a map drawn by those Xiami Te and the kids. Xiami calls it the Western Frontier Barrier. Remember it."

Afterwards, he pointed to the isthmus on the side of the western barrier near Tyre.

"I originally established more than a dozen small strongholds here to ensure that the shrimps nearby could not sneak to the other side."

"So you didn't do your work well?"

Grak sneered and said something, then Beruf gave him a dangerous look.

"There was indeed some resistance at the time, but all the remaining power was wiped out in the valley."

Then he pointed to a mountainous area on the southwest side of the western barrier.