Orc Tyrant

After a dangerous landing journey, Dalia and the team that escorted her soon reached the area under his protection under the protection of Grak, and brought the injured guard to the lunatic doctor.

Even though he is the best player in Okri, the injuries of those guards are so serious that they have all lost consciousness.

Dalia insisted on taking a look. On the one hand, she was grateful that they spared their lives to protect herself. On the other hand, she was also very interested in Ouke's medical technology.

In the mad doctor’s clinic, she stood by and watched the mad doctor and his **** assistants working on the guards. The clinic was in a typical Okek style, and huge biochemical prostheses could be seen everywhere, dirty Medical equipment and operating table.

In this hospital, which is completely unrelated to clean and tidy, it is full of blood and garbage, as well as the smell of various rotten organs mixed together.

The unnatural smell stirred Dalia's stomach from the beginning.

When she thought that the doctors who were always talking to themselves would use their expertise to treat, but they simply cleaned the wounded body and performed some weird rituals.

But in the end, they still used some strong-smelling drugs.

Amazingly, after those rituals and drugs, the body of the most injured guard actually moved slightly, and then began to regain consciousness.

One of the mad doctors left their patient and reported to Grak, who was standing next to Dalia.

"They're okay, Boss Grak, those bullets are getting out later. The chainsaw we have now is just broken, and the new one will be here soon."

The mad doctor wearing a gray mask shook his head.

"It's those guys who rushed to attack the guards, and that courage is really fat."

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, just let them recover as soon as possible."

It was not Grak who answered him, but Quelsana beside Grak.

The mad doctor looked at her, then turned around and went back to work.

Dalia stretched out her head and looked at this compatriot who had just appeared curiously. The way she spoke just now was so relaxed, as if she had become very familiar with these Oukes.

She doesn't know the other's name, but looking at her appearance, she is undoubtedly a tall, slender, curvy woman. It is a big underestimation to use the word "beautiful" to describe her.

The tight-fitting black uniform that she is wearing now makes her figure even more irritating. A black veil covers the brim of her hat, covering her face, and long black hair flows out of the hat.

Just one glance at her fair skin will tell that she is not an ordinary civilian, but a little noble.

Most banshee civilians have reddish skin, because of long-term exposure to the sun, most of the time only nobles can have very fair skin.

After watching Quelsana, she turned her gaze to the guard who was the first to exit the hatch, the one who was the most injured.

She felt sorry for the wound on this big guy, even though she also knew that these were bloodthirsty and brutal beasts.

The guard was lying on two operating tables, one operating table was not big enough for his body shape.

While the mad doctor continued to treat him, the semi-comatose guard kept grumbling and grumbling.

After seeing her, Daria looked around again, and the number of mechanical prostheses in the room was so large that she was surprised.

The walls are covered with various types of prostheses, some of which are useful at a glance, while others have many small accessories, such as chainsaws and grenade launchers.

The working principle of this kind of mechanical limbs, Dalia can't even imagine, what kind of technology can make the metal and the flesh be combined?

Oak is so savage, but how did their technology develop? They have no schools and no scholars. How do they pass on this knowledge?

Everything is a problem.

This is, with the crisp ringtone, Quelsana came to her side, and Daria turned around and looked at each other.

"He is out of danger."

Quelsana's voice is very soft and gentle, and her familiar sky language (the official language of the Harpy) also makes Dalia feel inevitable.

"I just want to make sure, besides... are you asking me to talk about it?"

"Yes, come on."

Quelsana walked out of the clinic and came to a quiet garden outside. Next to this was the fortress of Grak. The garden opened inside was exclusively for Quelsana, but few people knew about it.

She walked into the garden and sighed.

"Tell me, how is the situation in the Flame Plateau now."

Dalia didn't think much, and he gave a brief report on what he knew.

She felt that there was nothing to hide between them, and she could tell Quelsana that something was wrong with her.

For example, she was imprisoned.

"We should find a more hidden place to talk."

Dalia looked around the garden. She couldn't see anyone, but she always felt that the wall had ears.

"How do you think we talked like this?"

Quelsana's voice echoed in Dalia's consciousness.

Daria shook suddenly. She trusted Quelsana very much from the beginning. In fact, this kind of trust among strangers was very unreasonable. At this time, the witchcraft ability displayed by the other party always made her feel uncomfortable, as if she was herself. The trust is derived from the manipulation of some dark sorcery.

Although there are rumors that some of the Sky Priests have the same talents, Daria still retains some superstitions in her heart, stories about demons in the void.

"Go to my house."

This is a giant red beast emerging from the shadows.

"That's the safest."

"If you insist, let's go, but it will take a long way."

Quelsana nodded to Dalia and motioned for the other party to follow.

After Graak said this, he turned and walked towards his fortress, just like when he appeared, there was no heavy breathing, no shocking steps, only an invisible sense of existence and oppression.

The beast that was so violent before, was as cold as an iceberg at this moment, and this strange contrast made Dalia tremble slightly again.

Quelsana laughed, enjoying Dalia's weird reaction.

Then they followed Glak into the heavily guarded fortress.

The main body here is the ancestral house of a large aristocratic family. The area is very large, with a vast garden and pond. Glak ordered the construction of a towering thick retaining wall here, and heightened and thickened it on the basis of the original mansion. Formed a series of ugly buildings.

Dalia could vaguely see the original appearance of the buildings. They must have been full of artistic and life-like atmosphere in the past, but these were destroyed by black steel and gray rocks.

She can only secretly regret in her heart.