Orc Tyrant

17 10th 6:25:11

The dazzling flash and the sound of bursting energy spread among the open hills, and the smell of ozone polluted the cold wind blowing from the north.

Chief Supervisor Mark appeared from the beam of light. He did not wear ritual armor, but the most basic robe. The surface was blackened with ashes and covered with tiny and twisted inscriptions.

A small team is waiting for him. The leader is Alex, the Son of Dawn, a warrior with fiery rage. His long sword has been unsheathed, and his armor is the indigo blue that symbolizes dawn.

This is what their enemies will witness.

The color of fire, the color of dawn, the color of blood, the color of the eternal name.

Alex also led a group of members of the Holy Meteorite Gate, seventy people, who have been working since arriving on the first landing ship in the early morning.

The Triske Plateau, ten kilometers north of the city of Cusconar, is a lonely place. The bitter winter has arrived. Due to its size and topography, the Triske area was selected as one of the 68 preparation areas for this operation. One, the weird triangular aircraft lined up and parked on a slope, opening their hatches to the blue-gray sky.

Mark inspected their work.

This snow-covered area on the Trisk Plateau is unique. After several days of comparison and research on the scanned data, they determined that this area is more perfect than other potential options. It is very flat, and it has a relationship with the magnetic north pole and tidal direction. Corresponding, and the ideal empty window can be seen on the day.

It also has other advantages, some advantages that cannot be explained by standard physics, and the arcane vector is already in place.

Today, the eternal capital is only separated from here by a veil.

This is the real dawn.

Marx tested its ultimate perfection, not just feasible or appropriate, but true perfection, as if there is a certain force that has created perfection at this moment.

The members of the Holy Meteorite Gate have already laid out the ring, the mysterious metal frame, inscribed with runes, and placed it into a perfect ring with a diameter of one kilometer.

Mark took a stone from Alex, it was the crystal of life, the source of arcane magic.

Just holding one of them in his hand, the deep power contained in it already made him feel uncomfortable.

He placed the stone in the gap in the ring, and it touched the stones on both sides and made a soft noise.

"let's start."

He gave an order to Alex.

The members of the Holy Fallen Gate came slowly with more life crystals.

They lined up in a row, holding portable stagnant containers, just like the incense burner in the hands of believers. The liquid in the stagnant containers was mixed with blood and looked very turbid.

This is a defective product obtained after ripening, and now it has become the sacrifice of this last ceremony.

Mark stopped the first person in the queue and stroked the glass of the still container in his hand. He knew where the life crystals stuck to the mutilated tissue in the turbid liquid came from.

"Rick..."

He whispered, this person was once a friend of his own, but he resisted the arrival of dawn, so he could only become a brick and stone to witness miracles.

There are people like Rick who have become outcasts, and no one can resist the dawn.

Mark nodded, and the members of the Holy Meteore Gate began to put the container in the ring. The moment they stepped into the ring, those people started groaning and vomiting. Some of them even fell into a coma or suffered a stroke, fell to the ground and smashed. Up the container.

It doesn't matter.

The sun rose gradually, drawing a pale arc in the pale blue sky full of little light.

Alex handed a data board to Eric Bass. The chief supervisor checked the timing. He was using a complex list of functions to track the data.

He handed the data board out and took over the communicator.

"right now……"

He said.

17 10th 6:26:21

"Roger that."

Zolke replied in a low voice.

He turned and walked back to the others. His subordinates are mixing with Lu Wei’s people. The formal dinner arranged by Lu Wei is over. They actually don’t need to eat, especially those exquisite meals provided by Lu Wei. , But this is an iconic gesture.

"has a problem?"

Lu Wei asked.

Zorke shook his head.

"One thing about defensive deployment."

Zorke looked at Vilu.

"By the way, why did you change the armor coating and style? Cyan? Just like those arcanists."

"We are reinventing ourselves..."

Zorke replied that he and his people are both wolverines, a newly formed brave regiment, currently stationed with the Royal First Guards, to guard the safety of the Purple Palace.

"...With a new look to commemorate the new beginning, we never really found ourselves, Lu Wei, unlike you, we have been struggling to find a role that suits us. I don’t think you will realize how lucky you are. From the very beginning, your reputation is beyond doubt, and your function is self-evident."

He paused.

"For many years, I despised witchcraft."

He said softly.

"what?"

"You heard it."

"Zolk, you can't..."

"Look at you, Lu Wei, so distinctive, so noble, I am jealous of you, jealous of all normal people, and I am not alone in thinking like this, we are struggling with a fickle force... Lu Wei, my friend, What we bear is a curse."

"Some people will quickly get into the role,"

Lu Wei said firmly.

"I have thought about this. Some people will quickly enter the role, while others will need time to learn to discover their true goal, Zolke. Perhaps the reason why you lack clear goals in your long struggle is because Your role is beyond imagination."

Zorke smiled.

"I can't believe you are defending the wizard."

"Why can't you?"

Zorke shrugged.

"I think we are finally about to discover our goal, Lu Wei."

He said.

"So we put on a new look, changed the pattern and color of the armor, and I... I was asked to join a new road."

Lu Wei frowned in confusion.

"You told me."

"I need to prove something."

"why?"

"I need to prove that I am truly committed to that new goal."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Lu Wei asked, he felt a slight tension in the air.

Zolke didn't answer, Lu Wei noticed that the Wolverine Wizard's fingers kept tapping on the desktop.

Why is he so excited? Is it nervous?

"I learned something."

Zorke suddenly changed the subject.

"A little war skills, I think you will be interested."

Lu Wei picked up the cup and drank a drink.

"carry on,"

He smiled and said, Zolke played with his golden wine bottle.

"That was in the battle of Antoli."

"Antoli? Antoli has a fight?"

Zorke nodded.

"There is no report. Is it a counterinsurgency?"

"Recently, the complete report is still waiting for instructions from the Ministry of Military Affairs before it will be released."

Lu Wei raised his eyebrows.

"I don't like being kept in the dark, no matter how long, and the recent Antoli area..."

Zorke raised his hand.

"It's a recent event. It doesn't take long. It's over. Your chief will learn about it as soon as possible. The point is that the battle is very hard, and the powerful enemy we encountered has unearthed deadly power."

"what?"

"It's not a strategy, you have to know, it's not a tactic that is unexpected or undermined. What I am talking about is a kind of nature, a kind of power.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean..."

Lu Wei was a little uneasy, strictly speaking he was a little at a loss.