Orc Tyrant

"Is there any news from the airport?"

Camille asked softly, and she was walking through the conquest hall built by Beruf with her entourage, Emilia, towards the Executive Yuan.

At present, she can basically be said to be the main manager of Tyre, and she is responsible for all kinds of administrative affairs, including the administration of several human territories and the exchange of materials with other Ouke strongholds.

The young banshee noble with eyes shook his head.

"The place has been completely destroyed, and no witnesses have survived, but through the traces left on the scene, it can be judged that Gerak should have been there, but this is the only information we have."

Two harpies walked through the magnificent hall that was once a treasure of human civilization. The hall was filled with souvenirs obtained by the blood axe legion from victory after victory.

A group of huge statues occupies a whole wall. It depicts the overlord Guk and Beruf fighting side by side in the initial battle of the rise of the empire.

The pale tyrant held a giant blade against the slender human, while Beruf, dressed in a military coat, leaned against the opponent, holding a large gun and shooting.

This painting deliberately highlighted Beruf's position next to Guk, which incurred the disgust of some Ouke warlords and bosses, but Beruf liked it very much, and Camille knew how to please her master.

Glory is more important to Beruf than anything else.

In the distance of the statue, there are also several limbs with sharp blades, metal structures and biological tissues intertwined, which were taken by Beruf from the snake man under the abandoned city.

Only a few of the trophies here were won after being promoted to warlord, and most of them came from the years before the formation of the Blood Axe Legion.

"Who will be the next target? Those guys dare to attack the transport plane of the overlord guard, then they have reason to do more bold things."

Emilia's words didn't make Camille have any special expression on her face. She just glanced at the simple board in her hand and said calmly:

"anything else."

"Two more strongholds of the Declining Brotherhood were discovered, one of which is in the territory of the Smolensk family."

"The Smolensk family..."

Camille stopped.

"Damn, I have long heard about the messy and disgusting scandals of their family. They are a group of inbreeding lunatics. Terrible genetic diseases often torture them, especially their life expectancy is shorter than most people... They will definitely be. To resort to certain forces for this, but

I didn't expect them to cooperate with those people. "

"They don't seem to have any formal family members involved. The search team only caught some low-level members. They don't know much."

"It won't be long before these will turn to the surface. Those madmen with rotten maggots will not always act in secret, and there will be an event soon."

"Then what shall we do?"

Camille looked away and looked up at the high vault extending from the exhibition hall to the chamber.

"I don't know, maybe..."

As she was talking, she suddenly noticed movement behind a cabinet at the farthest point, and immediately signaled Emilia to stop.

"what's happenin?"

Asked nervously everywhere.

"I am not sure."

Camille answered as he walked between the two rows of closets.

Displayed in the cabinet is a shining sharp blade from an ancient era, as well as various strange weapons captured from a large number of enemies defeated by the legion.

Camille secretly increased his vigilance, the figure she saw just now belonged to a harpy, and it was a very strange figure.

The two quietly walked around a tall and round cabinet, and then saw a girl in a round neck and low-cut gown carefully observing a huge war blade.

It was taken by Beruf himself from a lycanthrope general.

"Welcome to Tyre."

After Camille was silent for a few seconds, he suddenly adjusted his clothes and said:

"What do you call your Excellency."

The harpy looked away from the displayed weapons and turned to face the two of them.

Her face is slender and peaceful, and her skin is pale because she has not seen the light for a long time, which is in sharp contrast with her shiny black hair.

"Fortunately meeting."

She raised her arm to her chest and gave a salute, which is the etiquette that a commoner must do when meeting a nobleman.

"Dalia Sehira."

"Camille."

After Camille briefly introduced himself, he turned to look at his entourage.

"She is Emilia."

The other party nodded immediately.

"This place...it's fierce."

Dalia looked around and said something that made Camille laugh.

"Thank you."

Camille said with a smile.

"His Royal Highness Beruf has always believed that we should remember our enemies. If we forget them, we will never be able to learn."

She pointed to the weapon Dalia had just been staring at.

"He also kept the corpse of the lycanthrope wielding this weapon, and placed it near here. It is the same size as Ok."

Dalia nodded.

"I have met Grak of the Gough Army. He also has his trophies, but they all come from some memorable opponents."

"It seems you think you shouldn't remember them?"

"No need."

Dalia smiled and said firmly.

"You won't learn anything from understanding the enemy, especially those opponents who have no honor and are depraved. The only thing that matters is to destroy them, and everything else is interference."

"It's just like what the barbarians of the Gough Army would say."

Emilia made a sharp comment.

Dalia, who was observing the weapon, immediately raised her head, her smile turned into a sneer.

"As you who ruled Tyre instead of Oak, it sounds really interesting to talk to me about barbarism and civilization."

"Because you haven't seen them fighting, they are all butchers."

Dalia nodded.

"Ha! There are not many honest people these years, Lord Camille, yes, they are butchers, and they are proud of it, just like the Red Devil Grak is not ashamed of what he is good at, so... I Nor will it."

"So I believe you are forbidden here. You are not allowed to enter without special permission?"

Camille tried to change the subject. She didn't intend to know the identity of the other party from the beginning, and Emilia was interrupted by her eyes when she tried to speak several times.

"Yes, but now I am Grak's attendant, and I have the right to enter most of the Sun Palace."

Camille raised an eyebrow.

"It's not easy."

"Sometimes, that big guy has no interest in diplomatic etiquette."

"His Royal Highness Beluf thinks this is very important."

"I found out, but each legion has its own way."

Dalia smiled and pressed her hand on the window glass, as if stroking the huge weapon inside.

"To tell you the truth, there are many people who envy you aristocratic messengers out there to show off their power, and many people hate that you succumb to violence to serve Oak, but as far as I can tell, you guys have a strong sense of superiority."

"Your Majesty's requirements are very high for us, and we all shoulder heavy responsibilities."

"I think so too. The queen must have a very important mission to send you, although I...never met her."

"Then how did you come here and become Grak's entourage?"

"An accident, or God's arrangement? I'm not sure."

"Then, I must admit that I have to verify your identity and origins before you can allow you to move freely in Tyre. After all, you also know that the war is approaching and we have a lot to pay attention to."

While Camille was speaking, footsteps came from the edge of the hall. I don't know when the guards were called here.

But Dalia just shook her head unchangingly.

"You are a nobleman, sir. If you need to pick up every piece of bread crumbs that fall to ensure survival, you will not be limited to those superficial articles just like me."

"I also hope that things will never develop to that point, but you may have to stay in the confinement room for a while and wait for me to verify..."

"I still have a lot of things. I may not be able to accompany you here."

As he was talking, another group of Ouke in red armor poured in from the side of the hall and stopped the guards.

Camille's face suddenly became a little ugly, she stared at Dalia and whispered.

"Who are you?"

Dalia shrugged.

"There is no distinguished identity, an unknown soldier, just for some rumors, such as wizards and witches, blood-red sky, monsters in the void... are all ordinary nonsense, anyway, wise as you would not believe this, right? ."

"The world is a complicated place."

Camille answered cautiously.

"We don't even understand half of what happened."

"I'm starting to feel that way too."

Camille was about to ask what Dalia meant when the door of the Hall of Conquerors suddenly opened, and Beruf appeared outside the door.

"It seems that we were talking too long, sorry."

Daria said, bowing to both of them.

"I should go back to my master."

"Very well, maybe we will meet again."

"maybe."

Dalia nodded and walked away from among the rows of trophies.

"If we all have a reason to meet."