Orc Tyrant

When Momac looked farther away, everything in front of him made this huge Ok feel desperate. Dense shrimps covered the tunnel, his black-gray uniform obscured his vision, and he couldn't even see the color of the ground. In the distance, the gray high wall outside the tunnel exit was faintly visible. He really realized how outrageous he was. Even if the amount of shrimp was small, he might not be able to break through that wall.

"For victory!"

Human beings are advancing in cheers, and the moment the current and rear forces are closed, it is the time when this small group of Ouke completely perishes.

Wayne’s pupils are trying hard to refocus. Even at such a close distance, the huge green-skin monster looks like a trembling phantom. His machete is poking and slashing, and every blow will bring a piece of debris. Broken arm.

Just a few seconds ago, his blood brother, Cleves, pierced the green-skinned forearm with a fierce stab, but actually hit nothing.

The next second, the monster coldly cut off his butcher knife.

Wayne watched his brother's head roll off his shoulders, blood spilling into the air like a fountain.

He was silent and continued to run, bypassing the last comrade in arms.

The sacrifice of his comrades gave him a few precious seconds, allowing him time to throw himself on the back of the abominable monster, allowing him time to use his family saber, a rune sword with ancient witchcraft attached to it. The giant green-skinned spine pierced in.

"what!!!"

Momac screamed, his hideous face lifted up and roared, and the maddening pain in his back and chest became stronger and stronger, and more blood poured out from the fangs, until his chest finally cracked. There was a crack, and the crisp sound reverberated in the tunnel. At a point below his neck, the tip of the sword glowing with blood penetrated the flesh.

The pain Ouke radiated was itself a round of auditory assault, which shook Wayne back alive, and the family sword broke free of his grasp-so he desperately wanted to catch something.

In the chaos, he grabbed a bunch of fleshy long hair on top of Momac's head, and then grabbed a string of heavy iron chains hanging from the opponent's shoulder armor with the other hand.

The head of Oak stumbled to his feet again, screaming, with the struggling warrior on his back.

Wayne pulled the opponent’s long hair vigorously, causing his huge prey to raise his head, and while struggling, he tore off a bunch of hair and an iron chain from the opponent’s shoulder armor---this gave him one Handle weapon.

Rather than whipping Ok's hard head with a new weapon, he chose to wrap the opponent's neck with this iron chain, and then tightly grab both ends.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

The cold metal began to strangle, and Momac began to struggle with anger. He could not accept the end of his death in the hands of Xiami. The gray and black waves around had completely shattered the defense line formed by the boys. They were not defeated, but overwhelmed. , Was thrown down, Shaluka has been forced to the side of the rock face, making the final struggle.

Wayne dragged harder, returning to his teenage years in his memory. When he was the son of a farmer, he had been trained to train horses like all young people.

The skill of advancing and retreating with Lima is there to keep balance. Because only when the rider’s muscles are relaxed and flexible, he can perfectly cope with the tricks that might come up with the spirit horse under the crotch. Wayne hasn’t thought of these things for a long time, but now this rider resists fiercely and shatters the internal organs. After walking for an instant, all the memories were shaken out and rushed back.

But he knew that he would never stay on the back of this monster for too long, and just for a while, he had the illusion that an epoch had passed.

Momac shook again, this time with enough force to break the chain from the opponent's hand. Wayne rolled and fell, and finally hit a stone pillar. The force of the impact collapsed a huge piece on the thick stone pillar. .

He was blown away like an annoying insect! Even being strangulated, attacked, bleeding, covered with wounds, and pierced! This terrible green creature still fluttered itself without abandoning its efforts!

What a terrifying vitality is this?

But it won't last long!

"Cleves, wait, I... will cut off its head with my own hands, for you!"

Wayne was immersed in the fury of revenge. Shaking and standing upright, he reached out to find his sword in the dust, if he could get it...

A shadow enveloped him. Something shot out---a landslide-level force, hitting his left side, knocking him into the air.

"Um~~!"

The world was rolling, and Wayne could only feel that he was tumbling on the hard rock ground until he hit a rock wall again.

For a moment, he could only taste the smell of sand and blood, and they kindly numb him, ignoring the pain of his scarred body.

It's a pity that this dull illusion faded too quickly, throwing him mercilessly to the pain. His head has now become a hollow sphere full of dull pain. If it wasn't for the critical moment to protect it with his arms, it must have been Dispersed, the power in the body was replaced by the annoying pain. His entire left body was shattered, indeed shattered.

He tried to lift his body, only accompanied by screams caused by twitching all over, only one leg and one arm still obeyed his will, one of his eyes was blind, and he could only feel something hot and humid. Useless substances piled up in the original position of the eyeballs, and the three teeth fell when he opened his mouth and screamed for the second time, throbbing on the ground.

Through the rest of his vision, he watched a behemoth walk out of the dark tunnel.

It is so huge that the monster that I had previously marveled at is just a child standing beside a strong man in front of it. It is draped with savage iron armor, and countless pale skulls are hanging behind it, as if it were some kind of horror. To show off, a huge gun was held by its left arm and breathed a deadly storm into the crowd, while the other arm held a door-like double-edged machete, with serrations on it like the fangs of a beast.

Every time it took a step, the air in the tunnel would tremble, and the sound waves from its roar even overturned the group of people closest to it.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !

More towering iron-clad monsters walked out of it. They were as strong as iron towers. The huge shotguns in their hands kept washing the queue of human beings, bringing scorching death.

When Momac heard that roar, he could hardly believe his ears, and when he looked back, his chin almost fell to the ground.

"Big...Big tooth boss! Cracked skull!"

It was the buck teeth that followed Guk's order to sweep the mountains, but he completely ignored the stunned Momac. He didn't even care why this guy came here. His current goal is only forward, only the shrimps.

Because the order Guk gave him is very simple-kill everything you can see!

I'm a little late today, forgive me