Orc Tyrant

Six Ocque guards, wrapped in faded silver metal armor, stood motionless in front of her, like the statues of hundreds of scribes in the wide transcription hall of the archives.

Their iron boots are firmly locked to the metal floor of the aircraft, and she must hold on to a metal pillar so as not to hit her head on the bulkhead or fall over when the huge metal aircraft takes off On the ground.

As a harpy, flying is her natural instinct, but this flight is said to be at an altitude of 10,000 meters. She has never imagined such an altitude because it should be the abode of gods.

But in fact, when she peeked through the window, all she saw was a large cloud of mist.

There are no gorgeous palaces, no fantasy gardens, and no gods.

The interior space of this giant transport plane is simple and simple, which enhances the practicality as much as possible. Its design does not contain any unnecessary decoration or aesthetic elements to please the vision, which perfectly demonstrates the characteristics of the race to which it belongs.

Simple, crude, and practical.

Dalia Sehira stroked her short blond hair with one hand, and the dust and grease adhering to her hair made her eager to bathe in a private cubicle once a week.

However, she has a feeling that the cleanliness she yearns for is the farthest thing from those Ouke's minds.

When they brought her out of the cell under the library, no one of them said a word other than confirming her name.

She still hasn't figured out the reason for being imprisoned.

It's just that when she was searching for a document, she accidentally found a certain symbol, and this symbol was also related to an ancient cult that had long since disappeared, the Goddess of the Veil.

And that document is a government document that will be distributed to the Harpy envoys on the Ouke front line.

She reported the discovery to her superiors, and then sent someone silent to the convenience to arrest her and imprison her in a secret cell.

Being locked in total darkness for seven days almost broke her.

She still remembers that when the cell door finally opened, the huge silver horns of Ouke, the shimmering weapons in their hands and the unforgiving gaze in their eyes appeared in front of her, she couldn't help but hold tight. Shrinked into a ball.

After the Oukes took out the highest pass issued by the Queen, all protests against their sudden intrusion stopped immediately.

At that time, she was very afraid of these beasts. Their appearance was only a rumor in the past. Few Ouke set foot on the plateau of flames. After witnessing these beasts, Daria realized why they could become war machines sweeping the earth. His body, limbs like a tree trunk, green light gleaming under the beast-shaped helmet, and unblinking eyes.

In a short while, she was dragged out of the cell and dragged through the cave-like writing room where she had been working for the previous two years.

At that time, her four limbs were weak and weak, like a young girl who was about to be violent and unable to resist.

Hundreds of scribes, draftsmen, administrators, and form stampers in burqa filled this copy room, and when she was taken to the archway to the distant world, she realized that she would Will be sad to be separated from the knowledge here.

But in fact she would not miss the people here.

Because here she has always been considered to have a guge personality, no friends, no colleagues.

None of the pale-skinned clerks lifted their heads from their tedious work, they were just whispering, and even looking forward to her tragic fate.

Being raped, dismembered, or swallowed alive...

Then, they will return to the original boring work.

The information and information sent back by the envoys from the various legions of Ouke were continuously gathered in this room. Although all kinds of information flooded in like a flood, every unknown clerical staff here would still blindly and uninterruptedly. Record and file this knowledge carefully, and

They repeat these bureaucratic administrative tasks day after day, but easily forget or don’t care about the value of the information they hear until their twilight years.

These statistical information and data will eventually be sent to high-level administrative agencies, as well as in the Phoenix Palace. Harpy has always been very eager to fully understand her moody ally.

On the other hand, some information will also be sent to the court of Guk. The Harpy Kingdom in principle assumes part of the administrative functions of this barbaric Occan Empire.

It was through their efforts that Guk was able to grasp the situation of his empire in real time.

Most of these things are in charge of Liya, and she also has a huge bureaucratic system-it is also basically a harpy, and a small number of humans.

Dalia Sehira was desperate at the time.

The rustling sound of the paper reminded Dalia of the sound of the ocean, the clicking sound of the calculator and the clicking sound of the brass buttons on the typesetting machine were like countless pebbles on the beach colliding with each other.

Of course, Dalia has never seen these things she imagined, because she has never been to the sea since she was born.

But when she transcribed the countless pieces of paper and information sent by her servants every day, those words and countless possibilities, various ideas far beyond the scope of this transcription room filled her mind.

After walking out of the dark musty smell of the archives department, the sky was bright white.

The dazzling light during the day made her unable to open her eyes, and the sun hung like a hazy ball of light among the broken clouds stained with weird colors.

At this altitude, the air is cold and thin.

She can recognize these slate-colored mountains from the crowded roofs and spires that fill this area. She has always been eager to take a good look at the mountains, but her escorts lead her through It’s a dark street of steam, oil, and noise.

Go to the known destination.

Their destination was a temporary airport, on which was parked a giant transport plane surrounded by fog. Its engine was still hot, and it was groaning when it started again.

She was taken into the huge cabin and pushed to the floor.

The guards walked to their assigned positions and locked them in their respective positions with safety belts.

Subsequently, with a violent roar and a sudden vibration, the transport plane rose into the air, and Dalia also fell to the ground due to the violent ascent.

A sense of fear envelops her body. She has never experienced this kind of flight. Like being in a storm, the wings are useless at the moment.

When the fuselage suddenly tilted sharply, she had to hug a hanging column tightly.

The idea of ​​leaving her hometown of birth suddenly struck her, and she was extremely panicked at the idea that was far beyond her cognition.

After reproaching herself that she shouldn't be timid about such a thing, the fear in her brain subsided, and then she felt a cramp in her stomach.

At this time, she realized how hungry she was now.