Orc Tyrant

"He, he just..."

Speaking of this, Parker, who has always been very strong, hesitated to come back. After all, he is also a Wendige's believer, and betrayal of faith is a serious crime in this place.

What Parker did not expect was that Hannibal came out to relieve him.

"Then does he have any other opinions?"

"Yes, he also said that it's like a way to kill Guk directly, once the Ouk race loses its head, it will not attack and collapse."

"good idea."

Hannibal nodded, then smiled and raised his hand to Parker, and said to everyone:

"How about entrusting this glorious task to the chief priest of Parker? If he is finished, I am willing to let the wise."

"This…"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and Parker was so shocked that he took two steps back and waved his hands to indicate:

"No need not, I can't take on this important task, that... Hannibal, you can choose someone else."

"I'm just kidding."

Hannibal immediately withdrew his hand, he came to his chair, picked up the delicate white porcelain cup from the table, took a sip of black tea, and the mellow taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue.

"I have an immature idea..."

He cleared his throat and re-attracted everyone's eyes.

"...Take that out again."

Hannibal deliberately bit the word ‘that’ very hard, and the other people’s expressions changed suddenly after hearing it, some were panic, some were surprised, some were angry, and some were puzzled.

But after a while, no one said anything.

Hannibal smiled and put the cup back on the table.

"It seems that everyone agrees? According to the rules, every chief priest will have a key. After Suchar died, the key is with me."

As he said, he took out two brass-colored keys from his pocket. Both keys were covered with scratches and were shaped into the shape of bones. The other priests hesitated after seeing the keys in his hand. Yes, they also took out their keys one after another.

Although he was very reluctant, Parker had to take the key from his neck out of the armor under the gaze of everyone.

"Very well, then it's the night after tomorrow, please come out of the fear box."

Hannibal put away the key, and the other priests hid the keys close to their bodies. After discussing other details with Hannibal, they hurriedly left.

However, after Parker returned to his parish, he immediately came to the castle where the blood worship mission was staying.

"Elder Koletski."

Coming to the dimly built temple, Parker respectfully worshipped the blood sect elders of the Five Rings and bowed his head.

As a well-organized religious group, the blood worship has a strict system of religious hierarchy, starting from the lowest-level deacon in the first ring, to the top-level archbishop of the seventh ring, and even the legendary pope of the eighth ring. They all have absolute power over lower levels. Generally speaking, ordinary believers can only reach the chief priest of the fourth ring, and only core believers can reach the elders of the fifth ring.

Shimon Koletski is the most prestigious elder of the blood worship in the New California region, but he still came to this place not far from the bustling city, which shows the importance he attaches to this place.

"Hannibal decided to use the fear box."

Before Parker could speak, Shimon Koletsky slowly said what the other party was about to say.

"Elder Mingjian."

"Anyone can guess, after all, you have nothing to do."

He turned around and came to the **** altar. With a light swing of his left hand, the candles inserted into the skulls were lit one after another, covering the **** sacrifices above with a greasy light.

At the top of the altar is a very abstract totem, with mouths of different shapes all over it, which is indescribably weird and absurd.

"Millions of Okers are crushing the territory, and you have only that way apart from running away."

"But the elder, you said that the box of fear can't be used easily?"

"Because that is a force you can't control..."

Shimon Koletski suddenly pressed his palm to Parker's forehead, and suddenly fell into an illusion.

He was standing under a blood-colored mountain peak. Not far away, a huge explosion shook the top of the mountain. The collapsed rocks and blood-soaked soil fell from the broken mountain like a waterfall.

The red flames of the ring-shaped explosion light up the sky and spread out around the eye of the storm.

In this sudden light, Parker was able to see the scene around him, and this scene made him tremble.

Looking from the foot of the mountain behind him, there is a big bed of dead bodies, **** mudslides rushing into the valley like a flood in a river, some humans are fighting desperately against the looming enemy. Looking towards the mountain, there is more The corpses, they are strung in the air by spikes protruding from the ground, swaying in the wind like bacon under the eaves.

The light was fleeting, and darkness enveloped the earth again.

When Parker opened his eyes again, Shimon Koletsky was already walking towards the door with his rosary in his hand. He was panting violently, and his back was completely wet with sweat before he knew it.

"Elder! Then we should..."

"Wait, I have my own arrangements."

At night, the Ouke camp is as noisy as it is during the day. The closer the Ouke is to the war, the more excited they are, and the less they have the idea of ​​sleeping. Many boys have not closed their eyes for several days since they set off, but this will not affect it. As far as their motivation is concerned, after all, sleep is not a necessary physical activity for Oak, and they often choose to sleep simply because they have nothing to do and are bored.

After eating and drinking with the warlords, Guk chose to work with the mechanics to repair a heavy artillery that broke down. This big guy broke a track when he passed a hurdle, and the chassis was faulty. It was The third largest artillery in Guk's hand can blast down a small hill with one shot. It is precisely for it that Guk ordered to camp and rest.

Boom! Boom!

Slamming the edge of the track with a hammer, knocking it where it should be in a burst of sparks, Guk nodded with satisfaction.

The mechanics below who were repairing the chassis almost didn't get shaken to death. The farts who were closer were all dizzy and bumped into each other, causing even greater chaos.

Just when Guke put down his hammer and was about to fix the road wheels with a wrench, a cold wind suddenly floated behind him. Without even thinking about it, he threw the wrench in his hand back, then drew out the demon killer, and turned around and slashed.

A deep gully was cut from the ground, and the slender ghost in a black dress slowly fell from mid-air. With a light swing of his right arm, he bowed respectfully and said:

"Hello, King Guk, I'm Edward, and someone wants to talk to you."

Its voice was dull and jerky, full of the noise of gears turning, and it reminded Guk of the machinery that the mechanics had broken, and he couldn't feel any human breath from it.

"What are you?"

"I am the chief priest of Wendigo Church."

"Don't want to lie to me! You are not a human being at all!"

"Sure, but I can represent a person."

"I don't want to know you, I just want to kill you!"

"What if... we offer you loyalty?"

Guk suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the kids who had reacted around him immediately surrounded him, and made a harsh scream, all as if they couldn't wait to tear this Guge shrimp into pieces.

But Gu Ke is here, no kid dared to take the lead.

"Loyal? I don't need it. If there is nothing else, then you have to die!"

"You want an opponent..."

In a murmur like a leaking organ, the ghost spit out a few words that made Guk more interested, he immediately raised his hand and signaled all the boys to shut up for him.

The scene immediately calmed down.

"...Next, you have to listen to every word I say, King Guk, and think about it. My lord Hannibal sent me here to give you a great gift..."