Orc Tyrant

"Boss!"

A faint voice interrupted the silence, a sneaky **** stopped behind him, and Momac stretched out his arm to grab the guy from the ground.

"Stop."

Momac hissed.

"Stay vigilant and tell me, you have to say something useful, or I will tie you to the stick bomb."

"I think I heard Xiami's voice, boss!"

The **** shrugged his head and said something shivering.

"Did you hear the sound of dried shrimp, or did you not hear the sound of dried shrimp?"

Momac's tone was quite impatient, and his palms had reached the stick bomb on his waist.

"I heard Xiami's voice, boss!"

There was a little more confidence in the fart's words, and of course he was shaking harder.

"Before us..."

"How far? How much?"

"I don't know, boss... but I can see hot fog in that direction!!"

As the fart spirit continued to describe with a tight tone, Momac removed his binoculars from his belt. This little thing is not cheap. It is worth a lot of teeth on the black market, but it is indeed quite easy to use.

They are at the waist of the ridge, a relatively flat area, there is even a small river around, the vegetation density is very high, but you can also see many white rocks exposed on the ground, for Momac who is good at tame beasts, this It is a very ideal place.

Step by step in the direction pointed by the fart, Momac hides himself in the dark. Sneaking is not his style, but his cunning instinct urges him to keep quiet before approaching his prey.

"I saw them!"

A stockade of shrimps does not look big, with seven or eight wooden houses, surrounded by a low fence, and you can see the animals and the swaying figures inside.

Trolleys and carts are randomly placed near the house. At the end of the fence is a cave with firelight and piles of stones at the entrance of the cave.

Momac looked around to find the best attack position. There were a few short trees less than a hundred meters to his right, and a narrow stream cut diagonally from the ridge, 30 meters to his left.

Originally, he expected these trees to help them avoid the possible sight of Xiami, but the thin, twisted trunks and branches could hardly provide any concealment protection, and Oak's manifestation could not be concealed.

Momac glanced at the binoculars for the last time and made sure that there were no other Ork war gangs around him. If there were other guys watching this stockade, then he would inevitably be involved in a mixed operation that was not planned. This is harmful to his plan to establish a new camp.

Putting away the telescope, Momac made a decision.

"Go to the other side of the river, a little bit apart, go to the front and the back!!"

The boys rushed to the side of the creek while remaining concealed, where it was about three meters wide and the water in the river bed could not even pass their boots.

The fart spirit led the war gang to go a little upstream, where the water flow bypassed a large boulder and extended a short distance southward, almost perpendicular to the direction of Ouke.

"Rush up at the same time in a while! Anyone who can breathe is cut!"

The boys nodded, their eyes widened due to the coming of battle, and quickly entered their respective positions, hiding their weapons with bushes and bushes, and crouching on the waist-high mudflat.

Peeking through the leaves of the plants, Momac observed the shrimps through the open doors and windows.

They were yelling and drinking, just like kids, pistols and swords were randomly placed on the table. The wild and rough atmosphere even gave Momac the illusion that they were brats in dried shrimps.

But dried shrimps are dried shrimps, they are too thin and too small to be Ouke’s opponents forever.

"Waaaagh!!!"

Momac jumped up first, raising the sword and gun in his hand. When his battle roar rolled over the human stockade, the original noisy house was suddenly full of panicked footsteps and the sound of objects falling and colliding.

"Waaaagh!!!"

The boys all responded with roars to their boss. They broke through the darkness, smashed through the simple fence with a breathtaking whistling sound, and broke into the Xiami camp.

The firepower of the Ouke's pistol broke the dim environment. Some hit the enemy, while others missed the target and whizzed to the darkness further away.

The human beings rushed out of the house suddenly lay on the ground, and many of them couldn't even see what kind of creature was killing them.

The smart guy immediately retracted into the room and extinguished the lights inside, trying to fight back in the dark. Their bullets shot out from the cracks in the window and the wall with precision, hitting the charging boy, splashing blood. flower.

Others jumped over the bullet rain of death and ran to the frightened horses, trying to escape, but Momac would not give them a chance.

The bullet exploded tore off the leg of a shrimp who had just climbed on the saddle. The other party fell amidst howling, and then a group of fart spirits rushed up, using daggers and short spears to pierce the opponent's head into a honeycomb.

Jumping around on the battlefield where bullets fly, trying to bite anything that moves. Under their siege, livestock or humans will turn into scattered pieces of meat in a matter of seconds.

The slaughter was short and cruel. When Momac used a machete to split the dying shrimp, only the remaining humans in the three houses were still fighting back.

Their swearing sounds are quite similar to Ok's howling. Many obstacles are piled up at the door, and a few boys are lying outside. Their marksmanship are very accurate by accident. Once they get close, they basically get a headshot.

"Try this!"

A kid ignited the stick bomb on his waist and threw it into one of the houses, followed by a violent explosion and the sound of the wooden house collapsing.

"Damn it! Stop!"

Momac rushed over and knocked the back of the opponent's head hard with the back of the knife, and made a gap. The kid immediately fell to the ground, and then immediately got up again.

"Don't set fire! I am useful here!!"

With such a roar, Momac turned and rushed to the door of another house. The dense bullets shot at his head, but they were all blocked by the human corpse held in his hand.

"come!"

Throwing the corpse in, smashing a human being loaded, Momac raised his foot and kicked, and the obstacle composed of wooden tables and cabinets suddenly turned into flying sawdust.

"Waaagh!"

With a backhand knife, he smashed a shrimp that was smashing himself with a pickaxe. Momac turned into the cruelest butcher. He used a fierce slash to dismember all the living creatures. Blood was splashed on the wall like paint, desperate The howl seemed to overturn the roof.

The motivated boys also screamed, and then rushed into another room that was still resisting.

When Momac came out, in addition to his own machete, he was dragging a string of **** heads. The original green skin was covered with a thick layer of blood. When he walked, his feet could still Hearing the crunch of soft tissue being squeezed, the soles of his shoes were covered with trampled internal organs.

The boys looked at him, Momac threw his head aside, and shouted:

"Look at it! Don't hurry up to work!"

Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone! ! It depends on the situation tomorrow to see if we can add more