Orc Tyrant

At first the war progressed smoothly, but after learning that Glak would only lead half of the boys on the expedition, Beruf noticed a little weirdness.

But he couldn't order this arrogant guy how to fight, and he didn't want to rush into conflict with that bastard.

And even if there is a conflict, he also hopes that he has more allies, so that the odds of winning will be greater.

So he looked for an opportunity and secretly met with Charkin.

Not only for Grak's business.

After lingering in the Sun Palace for ten minutes, Beruf found Charkin in the protruding observation vault of the spire of the Queen’s Garden. From the transparent glass dome, one could see the lush green farmland outside Tyre. .

Those farmlands are also human "private land", protected by the blood axe army, at the cost of corresponding industrial products and weapons and ammunition.

A very good deal, at least what Beruf thinks.

This silent and dark vault is a perfect place for thinking and reminiscence, and Charkin is obviously out of place in it, his temperament and strength are like a prisoner beast ready to go.

"Beruf."

Before he fully walked into the vault, Charkin spoke in advance:

"You summon me here?"

"Yes it is."

"why?"

"Glak."

Beruf stood still at a distance of ten meters from the opponent, and straightforwardly stated the issue.

Charkin just snorted noncommittal.

"I don't care about the mess between you, I'm only responsible for what the overlord confessed to me, and I'm not in the other's turn."

"Even if it is about to fight, he only took half of the kid?"

"what."

Charkin sighed, turned around and looked helplessly at Beruf in a black marshal uniform.

"That's it, you plan to tell me the truth? Beruf, you don't need to care about this. Grak is a bastard, everyone knows, but no one can change him. The overlord may be able to do it, but you can't."

"Maybe I can try."

"Try what? Do you want to fight him first, or do you say that the identity of the beast has made you float?"

"I'm not here to argue about power and boundaries,"

Beruf immediately changed his words. He already felt that he had gradually lost the initiative in this conversation.

"What the **** is that? I have troops to command, so I don't have time to waste on meaningless nonsense."

"I call you because I need answers, about Grak's behavior."

Beruf said, and threw the black and white photos he got from the Harpy on the ground made of colored bricks in the observation vault.

Charkin leaned over and picked up the photos.

In the hands of the guard leader, it appears as small as a playing card.

In the photo, the boys of the Gough Corps are burning farmland, blowing up houses, and slaughtering humans. There are also a few photos showing the figure of guards, and they are marching in a certain direction with a large number of boys. , Those boys are mostly equipped with primitive equipment, obviously new boys from the sinister wasteland.

"Oh, so you are a bit voyeuristic? I remember the best ass."

After taking a few glances, Charkin let go, letting the photos fall on the ground.

"Don't tell me such bullshit, Charkin, give me some answers first, I know this, and you know it."

"Ha, you don't know anything."

Charkin sneered:

"The overlord has its own plan."

"The plan? Does this plan also include the slaughter of these shrimps? They are useful. Look at the fact that we have so many guns, tanks, and armored vehicles these days. Humans can provide these things, and they are very efficient. Do you understand? ,effectiveness!"

"effectiveness?"

Charkin laughed again.

"Do you really care about those shrimps? They are low-level creatures, Beruf, they are under us. You will only make them want to overwhelm us with all kinds of inferior lies and conspiracies, don't you? Do you know that they have been resisting."

"So is it correct for Glak to repeatedly violate my orders?"

"You know, he has never been able to control his kid, you can teach them for him, and Grak must have nothing to say."

"Well."

Beruf tried to suppress his anger.

"What are you doing for bringing so many boys around here?"

As soon as he spoke, Charkin instantly stepped across the distance between the two ends of the observation vault and came to him.

"Fart thing is none of your business!"

"This is where I manage!"

Beruf shouted hard:

"Asshole stuff is my business!"

"Then not anymore now."

Beruf felt his anger rise, his hands clenched into murderous fists.

Charkin immediately noticed the emotional change of the other party and took a step back.

"Want to use the kid's way to solve this matter?"

"Do not."

Beruf gritted his teeth and said.

"No matter what happens, you still represent the overlord, and I will not attack you."

"well."

Charkin nodded.

"You haven't been stunned by the rhetoric of the bird and the shrimp. In any case, if you really want to meet each other, do you really think you can defeat me?"

Beruf ignored the provocation.

"So my question?"

"All our actions are only reported to the overlord. You'd better remember this... In fact, you have already got all the answers you want. Don't think about it. This is just a normal transfer. The overlord needs recruits. It’s just responsible for getting some guys who can play."

"Some guys? I wonder if the number is not too high, and the overlord is far away from here, there is no need to recruit from such a far place!"

"enough!"

Charkin snapped:

"The overlord's plan has his own reason, and it is not your turn to pick and choose."

"The boss appointed me as a beast. I have the power to plan this war. Whether you and Grak are worthy of cooperation, I will continue."

"I have never opposed you."

"But Glak hopes to kill all the shrimps. This will make the war very long. The overlord has also taught me what a compromise is."

"It will destroy us, Beruf."

The blood axe warlord shook his head.

"We are in so many troubles because guys like you are too stubborn and don't know how to compromise."

"After the boss completely solves the troubles over there, this situation will be over. Compromise with Xiami is never a choice we should make."

"I don't think so."

Beruf shouted angrily, turned and walked away from Charkin.

"If you can't even believe the overlord, you will be unlucky."

Behind him, Charkin promised.

"maybe."

Beruf replied without looking back:

"I won't change my approach. Those who don't resist, I won't do it. I won't be here, and I won't be in other places."

Behind him, Charkin’s face was gradually covered by the shadow of the evening, two pairs of smoldering coal-like eyes staring at Beruf under the craggy eyebrow bones, and then a subtle wave floated out. self-mumbling.

"But they will still die..."