Orc Tyrant

For Oak, war is more like a carnival than a reckless move toward death, so they never hide their idea of ​​war.

After Beruf formulated a strategic plan, the entire city of Tyre was disturbed.

First, the increasing number of guards and armored vehicles on the streets, and then the massive increase in the number of reports of attacks on nearby towns "Wild Ok" (humanity’s name for the scattered boys who did not join the various legions), as well as the quietly rising prices and the increasing entry of the days. The peasants avoided by the cities all declare a fact.

The war is approaching again.

The hearts of everyone in Tyre City were hanging up, because the bloodstain of the last war had not faded in their hearts, and no one knew what the consequences of this war would be.

After all, regardless of the outcome of the war, the future of those who have survived is bound to be gloomy.

They are not only the obedient people under the rule of Oak, but also the cowards in the eyes of their compatriots. Oak's victory will not reduce their oppression, and human victory will not bring them more comfort.

When survival becomes the only goal, the selfishness of human nature will be infinitely magnified.

But some people are unwilling to do so.

At midnight, there will always be whispers that seem like nothing in the deep alleys, followed by the slight opening and closing of doors and windows.

In the dim room covered by curtains, piles of plans and pieces of information circulate in the invisible network, and finally rush to the not far east.

The noise and silence belonging to the two races formed a weird balance in the huge city of Tyre, but the storm brewing underneath was enough to swallow everything in the eyes of those with a heart.

And the one who was in the eyes of the storm, at this moment, vented his anger in the evening in his private fighting room.

"Looks like my dear is a little unhappy?"

Every time I see Beruf, Camille can hardly breathe.

The actual master of Tyre dressed in bright armor and ready to go into battle is already very shocking, but what is even more shocking is his appearance after removing his armor and military coat.

With his upper body bare, wearing only a pair of trousers and combat boots, and covered in sweat, the warlord was tossing among a pile of training dummies made of rock.

Training is a unique activity item of the Blood Axe Legion. Beruf believes that long-term training can get an invincible army. Moreover, this training is not based on exaggerated casualties. This is also different from other Legions. Important reason.

Although I often witnessed the opponent in battle, watching Beruf dismantle the one-ton rock dummies piece by piece with his bare hands, Camille can fully believe that the opponent once destroyed an entire human army alone. rumor.

She saw such power in the extremely muscular body, and saw such concentration in the sharp light red eyes that she began to think about why she did not reject Beruf in the first place.

In any case, he is a killing machine, everything in him is to help him bring death.

But she stared uncontrollably, and used the camera to record his hero's body.

Quelsana sat next to her, tilted her head and said:

"Didn't you have taken a lot of pictures of Beruf?"

At this moment, Beruf tore off the head of the training dummy and turned to face the two harpies. When Camilleton felt a tremor of excitement spread all over his body.

Queersana didn't think there was anything. Compared to Camille beside Beruf, her nerves had been strengthened enough to stay by Grak's side.

But since the war in Tyre was declared over, she rarely had the opportunity to talk to Grak.

As his documentary recorder, she knows that she has a huge shortage of materials related to the butcher warlord, but Grak has always tended to be alone in the past year.

"Glak's bird."

While talking, Beruf walked past them and headed for the lounge.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, why don't you stay with that guy."

"He doesn't need me."

"No wonder, but I have rarely met you recently, except for her."

Beruf smiled and took the flask from Camille.

"By the way, are you replaced by another guy who is more interesting?"

"of course not."

Quelsana shook her head. In addition to chatting with Camille, she had another purpose.

"Our free movement in Tyre has become more and more difficult, and there is a curfew order, you must have heard of it."

"Yes it is."

Beruf nodded, unscrewed the jar of the hip flask, and took a sip. This action made big beads of sweat roll down his neck.

"I requested it, although I didn't pay attention to the specific content."

The smell of the strong wine reminded Quelsana of some of the time she was with Grak, those times that recorded great victories and wonderful wonders. The butcher also liked drinking very much, and there was always a wave of wine haunting him. gas.

But then she threw this nostalgia aside.

"We are required to only move in our own accommodation area and the palace, thinking of any other area requires permission."

"Whose permission?"

Quelsana shrugged.

"I'm not sure, but we have tried to apply and no one has received any response so far."

"That must annoy you."

Beruf's obvious perfunctory answer annoyed Quelsana.

"Of course! The war is about to begin. If we can't communicate with the soldiers, we can't record the war. We rarely see them, let alone talk to them."

"Didn't you come to me?"

Beruf smiled and pointed out the fault in the other party's language, then sank his whole body on the fluffy sofa, and Camille on the side picked up a wet towel to wipe the sweat off his body.

"Well, that's... my experience with Glak taught me to act low-key, even though he was never a low-key and obedient warlord."

Perceiving that Beruf's eyelids twitched, Quelsana immediately regretted that she had said that sentence.

Although not everyone knows the dispute that broke out in the Sun Palace, Quelsana, as the recorder around the warlord, naturally knows more than ordinary people.

She knew clearly that Grak was a very annoying guy, and his sharp temper was as dangerous as his axe.

"no matter waht."

Quelsana continued.

"Our situation has become very bad, no one talks to us, we no longer know what is going on, and the merchants cannot continue their transactions."

"We are preparing for battle."

Beruf said, put down the flask in his hand and looked straight into her eyes.

"All the troops are moving towards a meeting point. Several legions will fight side by side. This will be a complicated battle. I am the supreme commander of this war. I must proceed with caution. You also know how many shrimps there are in this ghost place. It's a whistleblower."