Orc Tyrant

Shuike woke up.

There is no sunlight, no bed, no singing from the kitchen.

Gray light, thick fog, and very cold.

There is still pain.

He collapsed on his back with a twist, his hands aching, his back and one side of his ass, he felt like a few iron screws had been screwed in his head.

He sits up, and his body hurts even more.

Shuike realizes that the most severe pain is not everywhere with falls, sprains and bruises.

It's a shock, the shock brought about by this disaster.

He knelt on the ground, retching violently, as if to vomit those memories.

He staggered to his feet, scarred, his clothes were stained with a layer of mud that began to dry and harden, and he tried to figure out the situation.

I couldn’t see anything. The thick blue-gray fog enveloped the whole world. There was a rumbling and dim flash of light on the clouds. It was far away--Ouer guessed it was probably to the south, and there was a ray of light, as if it were thick. A huge object on the other side of the fog is burning.

Some kind of object as large as a city.

He looked around, and the ground was covered with foul black silt, and twisted farm tools and broken fences were scattered everywhere. This was the mess left by the huge wave.

His land, his farmland became like this.

He staggered forward, his boots sinking into the silt. The thick mist was half thick smoke and half suspended dust. The ground smelled of minerals and riverbed mud, and his crops were gone.

He saw a row of standing fences, judging from the height of the silt sticking out of them, the flood left a mud layer about one meter deep behind him.

Everything was buried, worse than that **** typhoon.

He saw a hand, a male hand, poking out from the black mud, the pale hand was full of wrinkles, it looked like he was looking for air.

It's too late to do anything now.

Shuike walked to the fence and leaned on it. He realized that this was the gate to the west side of the field, and his location was completely different from what he had imagined.

He was half a kilometer away to the west. The flood must have rushed him over, like a piece of cut wood, a piece of waste. It was a miracle that he didn't hit a pillar and broke his arm or smashed his head. Did not drown.

After clarifying the situation, he turned and walked back along the same path. He knew where he was, so he also knew where his house was.

He passed by a farm cow, the animal also died, half of its body sank in the black mud.

Then he found the small road, at least it used to be a small road, now it is a ditch in the mud, knee-deep purple muddy water, he wades forward.

"Mr. Shuike?"

He stopped, a voice startled him.

A man sitting by the side of the road with his back leaning against the remaining fence, his whole body covered in mud.

"who is it?"

"It's me, Kerbis."

Kerbis, a worker, a temporary employee.

"Can you stand up?"

Shuike walked towards him.

"No way."

Kerbis replied, his tone full of pain, he was sitting against the fence in a very strange posture.

Shuike saw that the man's left arm and shoulder were entangled with barbed wire on the fence. The flood brought him into this situation.

"hold onto."

Shuike said, reaching out to his pocket, but his tools were long gone.

He walked to a planter that turned sideways, searched for a while in the nearby mud, and finally found the tool box that was originally in the trunk.

After that, he returned with a pair of pliers and rescued Kerbis. The man's body was shaved with blood dripping from the barbed wire.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

The rescued seemed very confused, as if he thought he was having a dream.

"We are going somewhere."

They spent twenty minutes walking through the mud and thick fog to Shuike's house-or the remnants of this house.

On the way, Kerbis kept asking questions, such as "What happened?" and "Why did this happen?"

Shuike didn't have any answers, or he didn't have the time and patience to explain them.

Five minutes away from the house, they met Diana, or Annie? Shuike can't remember such a similar name.

Like Kerbis, she is also a temporary worker who is responsible for drying flax bales. She is about seventeen years old and is the daughter of his neighbor.

She just stood in the thick fog, covered in muddy water, her eyes were blank, staring blankly at something impossible to see, because the fog made the visibility almost zero, maybe she was staring at something that comforted her , Such as yesterday's song, such as her fifth birthday.

"Are you okay, girl?"

Shuike walked towards her cautiously, for fear of frightening her.

She did not answer.

"Are you okay? Annie, come with us."

She didn't make eye contact, she didn't even nod her head, but as they moved on, she followed from a distance.

Shuike's house was in a mess. The flood swept through, taking away all the doors, windows and most of the furniture, and in exchange left half a meter of silt and debris.

He considered whether to find a photo of his wife. It used to be on the cabinet in the kitchen, but now that cabinet is nowhere to be seen, so he thinks there is little hope of finding a photo on it.

He asked Kerbis and Annie to wait and walked in by himself.

His room was upstairs, so it was in a slightly better situation than the rest of the house. He found the faded green canvas kit and filled it with a few useful things.

After that, he took off his farm boots and put on dry clothes. The most suitable thing right now was his old imperial army uniform, which was dull gray like the fog.

He also took a few things and made some trade-offs in his own property.

Shuike picked a coat for Kebis, took a blanket from the bed to keep Anne warm, and brought a medical kit, and he went down the stairs to meet them.

His rifle was still hung above the fireplace, he took it off, and then took out a wooden box from the small lattice next to the chimney, three bullets wrapped in greased paper, and put them all in his pocket.

"Mr. Shuike!"

Suddenly, when he heard Kirbys’s shout, he immediately rushed into the muddy yard and almost slipped on the stairs. The **** bullet couldn’t be loaded. He hadn’t held a gun for a long time and his skills were already quite good. rusty.

And he was scared, he had never been so scared in his life, although he had experienced many hell-like wars.

"what happened?"

He came to the messy yard, when Kerbis was hiding behind some overturned boxes.

"There is something over there!"

He pointed to the barn next to the house and said.

"Big things, the movement is not small!"

Shuike couldn't see anything. He looked back at where Annie was, only to find that she was standing next to the kitchen door, continuing to stare at the past, without responding to Kerbis's panic.

"Stay here."

Shuike called to Annie and walked towards the barn with his gun. He did hear something. Kerbis didn't lie. No matter what it was, it was really big.

Shuike knew that he needed a good shot, and if it was a big guy, he would have to put it down as soon as possible.

咚咚~!

The crashing sound got closer, and Shuike approached the barn door carefully and glanced in the crack of the door.

He saw Ford. The son of a sturdy farmer, a bit demented, his best friend is a mare, but now his good friend has fallen over in the mud and there is no sound. Ford is trying to get it to stand up again and again. Once, that's how the sound came out.

Shuike breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door of the barn.

"Ford, where's your father and mother."

"Uncle Shuai Ke?"

The demented child recognized his voice, put down his horse's hoof, turned around and drooled and looked at him.

"I'm all asleep, I can't scream, Uncle Shuai Ke, help me."

"follow me."

Shuike walked over and took his hand and walked out.

"Where are you going, Uncle Shuike?"

"A place where we can live."

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