Orc Tyrant

"I can't remember the days."

Mountbatten squatted behind a temporary fortification overlooking the scorched ruins of Dongcheng District, smoking a cigarette while speaking softly.

"These days are too bad."

"I don't think there is any difference between day and night in Dunwich."

Bronze Hutt, who was also smoking a cigarette beside him, answered with a smile.

Mountbatten raised his head to look at the iron-gray sky. After weeks of indiscriminate bombing by Oak, a heavy black cloud enveloped the earth, and dust slowly fell like a drizzle. The ashes in the distance came here on the dry and dead wind. .

"They are gathering for the next wave of attacks."

Bronze said, pointing to the twisted ruins of a residential area to the east of the university dormitory they were in, which was now covered with dust.

Mountbatten followed his gaze, and he could barely catch a glimpse of the dirty dark iron armor flashing from time to time.

"Split Skull Legion."

After these days of fighting, Mountbatten has basically been able to distinguish the various legions of Ouke through armor and flags, and he even fought several times with the warlords of the Skull Legion.

"Who else can it be?"

"I don't know if their warlords understand other ways of fighting."

Bronze smoked the last bit of tobacco, then threw away the cigarette **** and shrugged.

"He probably knows other tactics, but he just prefers his own methods. Ouke is so stubborn."

"Although very stubborn, the infantry rushed through the artillery bombing, the artillery bombed the infantry rush, just such a silly play, he just lay down more than half of the new continent."

After smoking the last puff, Mountbatten vaguely recalled the process of evacuating the position a few days ago. The experience of walking through the broken fortifications and burning ruins was nothing to miss.

He only remembered blazing a **** road surrounded by many Oaks, rushing to the majestic gate of Dunwich University, and did not stop at all until the gorgeous granite rose shape finally appeared in his vision.

The headquarters did not give them any support, and they didn't even know that the friendly forces on the flanks were transferred away. This time they could escape with the assistance of Shadow Blade on the one hand, and luck on the other.

As for the reason why the headquarters did this, Mountbatten probably knew it, but he still had to wait.

"They will launch a full-scale offensive within an hour."

Bronze glanced with the binoculars for a moment, and the situation made him feel very bad. The opponent had already assembled a large number of infantry on the broken street, which usually meant that a large-scale shelling would begin later.

"You must send someone to reinforce the fortifications on the left."

"This may be a feint."

Mountbatten also stood up. He took a binoculars and glanced at the surrounding terrain. The major defensive positions currently established lacked heavy firepower. They could only hold together machine guns and a few mortars.

"That warlord is a cunning chaos. He might make ordinary greenskins attack one flank, and bring his own elite to attack from the other side."

He still remembers that in Kwaihara Mountain, his first confrontation with Ok on the battlefield was like playing a game of chess with an illogical person. Although his pieces were used for subtle feints and surprise attacks, the opponent Just slapping the board indiscriminately and completely ruined the situation.

Despite this, everyone has a consensus. Under the circumstances, a commander who was inferior to Mountbatten might have let his troops be eaten up by the opponent, but the commander led him to withstand the situation for three days. The attack ceased.

The situation this time is quite similar to the last time, but it is quite different.

"I hope they are prepared."

Bronze overlooked the deep corridor below and said softly that everyone from Shadow Blade was resting in the corridor.

Then the two climbed to a partially collapsed vault of the dormitory building. This area, like many other buildings, was turned into ruins during the bombing.

The broken concrete ceiling formed a natural shelter. Some sentinels were hiding behind. Near the gravel-filled walls below, thousands of soldiers organized the defense.

They piled up priceless statues and other works of art displayed in the library to form the shelter they were garrisoned in. The precious statues of the great kings and scholars of the past lay on the ground, and the warriors hid behind them.

"How long do you think we can keep it?"

"till the end."

Mountbatten sighed lightly and said heavily.

"You have also said that every second we hold on,'they' will have the better chance to destroy this terrible conspiracy and truly free up to annihilate Guk."

"If that person can succeed."

Bronze smiled awkwardly.

"But he may be dead."

"Perhaps, but I would rather hope that he is safe and sound, and our job is to hold these oaks for as long as possible and keep certain people in their throats."

"But there is one thing that makes me uneasy... It all started because of the impulse of a certain warlord, but Guk can recall all the legions under his command, and then concentrate all the weapons in his hand to blast the entire city to ashes. , Maybe he will inevitably lose some

Warrior, but even so... this land should have been lifeless a long time ago, he has this ability. "

Mountbatten nodded first, then shook his head.

"Nature, this is the answer you want, old man... can become a warlord of Oak, then they must be fighters who are never used to retreating. Who will be the first to evacuate? And I never listened to it. It was said that Guk showed any weakness, especially in front of humans.

"

"Indeed, Guk will never retreat from a war he has intervened. Their nature determines that they must be eager to harvest opponents at close range."

"So they must kill us all, one by one, by themselves."

Mountbatten told a very cruel fact very easily.

"Yes."

Suddenly, a vague sound suddenly sounded in the portable communicator carried by Bronz.

"Sir Report! This is Observation Post No. 2"

The communicator's voice gradually became clear as Bronze adjusted.

"Ok is gathering, we can already hear what they are yelling at, so they will be here soon, and the eastern fortifications need reinforcements."

"I will transfer people from the gallery."

Bronze said to the communicator that he was not alone. He was accompanied by fifty-three wizards and more than a hundred bodyguards.

"I should work too."

Mountbatten patted the ashes on his butt, and moved away.

"Where are you going?"

Bronze put down the communicator and asked.

"I'm going to make sure everything is normal on the west and north lines of defense, and then transfer some heavy weapons to the church."

Mountbatten pointed to the ruins of the vault, next to the library, the small church belonging to the university. It was a very sturdy building, very suitable for fire support.

"By guarding the church, you can stop all the Guk in that area. I will let Bruce and his people take charge of the ground."

Mountbatten, who had already opened his legs, turned to face Bronze again, and said with some concern.

"I swear, sometimes I think that guy who calls himself the Black Knight is actually enjoying it."

"It's kind of enjoyable, if you want me to say it."

Bronze nodded in agreement.

"You need to pay attention to him... There is a corrupting force in him. Although his heart has not been completely eroded, it is only a matter of time."

Suddenly, a familiar dull explosion sounded, and a bunch of rubble and smoke rose into the sky like a tower in the tortured northern part of Dunwich.

"It's amazing."

Bronze admired.

"There is actually a living defender over there, who are from the Citizen Temple."

"They are not easy to die,"

Mountbatten said, walking towards the simple ladder leading to the ruins below.

Although he said so, he knew in his heart that it was really magical. The Bloodfang Corps that was attacking that direction rode a large number of armored trucks to the edge of the northern trench, and while the soldiers armed to the teeth gradually assembled, they poured into the defensive fronts. Full of bullets.

That was the last time they got news from the defenders of Beicheng District.

But judging by the shells that fall in the Ok camp every day, it is clear that there are still some defenders resisting the efforts of the Bloodfang warlords to destroy them.

"I just hope we can live longer."

Mountbatten touched his pocket, but his cigarette case was dry.

"Our ammunition has begun to be short, and there are only about 2 bases left."

"As long as one person is alive, we will fight, and we will make Guk regret provoke us."

"Maybe, let's talk about it after we get rid of the guy with the skull split."

Mountbatten slowly descended the ladder, and the roar of guns began to appear in the distance.

"See you later."

Mountbatten jumped off the vault, took the hat from the guard, and started to drive to the church with the people, leaving Bronze overlooking the broken city by himself.

How long has he been fighting surrounded by this nightmare scene? A month? Two?

Outside there is Oke pressing on, and inside there is a conspiracy to destroy the world by worshipping the blood. The entire Republic, and even the entire human race, are like a small boat, in the raging sea, in danger of overturning at any time.

Although these people have been trying their best to save them, they are always one step away, or they fall short for various reasons, it seems that there is really an invisible big hand dragging the entire world into the abyss.

As for those who promoted the savior, Bronze had believed in "them" in the past, but the war changed many of his thoughts.

Survival is definitely not a kind of natural power, but is earned with blood. Is the survival of others' charity really guaranteed? Is the purpose of "they" doing this also for "survival"?

Bronze's thoughts became messy, he raised his head and let out a sigh of relief.

The dusty sky and the smoldering ruins of flames surround the ruins from all sides within sight, and the whole city seems to be some kind of **** that the ancients once believed.

Bronze shook his head and drove the thought out of his mind.

"There are no hells, gods, or eternal rewards and punishments..."

He told himself that.