Orc Tyrant

17 10th 6:57:07

Soldiers Ren and Kafka fled between the burning streets. Siried walked with them for a while, but some kind of damned monster, something they didn't have time to see, suddenly appeared out of the thick fog. Silid bit his head off, so now only the two of them are left.

Maybe they were able to survive only because the thing was busy eating Syrid, maybe because their legs were sharp enough, anyway, they didn't care how they survived.

Because there is **** blood everywhere.

Renn was basically numb, and today he opened his eyes wide and saw everything, all possible things, all fears, all horrors.

He witnessed the death of his colleagues, he witnessed the death of his friends, he witnessed the burning of the city and the fall of the sky, he saw an unimaginable number of corpses, he saw the living being torn to pieces, he saw the devil from the thick fog Show up.

However, what was more terrifying than the devil was that he saw people who should be friends, who should be friends, and rushed towards him with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

The foundation of the empire was overturned, and the basic creed of allegiance to the emperor has disappeared.

Ren knew that death would be painful, and war would be painful. It was also painful to part with his new wife and leave her on the battlefield.

But he never, never thought that being betrayed would be so painful.

They were betrayed.

The Benedict Empire, the emperor, the Kaimon Church, the entire garrison, and Rennes of the 61st company were all betrayed.

Renn was so angry that he wanted to kill someone and avenge this upside-down world.

He wanted to kill a **** trash, even though he knew he was hopeless and couldn't hold on to it for a second.

What the **** are they thinking? What are they going to do? What kind of dirty and poisonous trash got into their heads that made them feel that they should do this kind of thing?

Little Kafka is gradually falling behind. He is getting more and more tired. There is dense fog in all directions. It is difficult to tell the direction. They have guns in their hands, the latest style, but this is not the weapon they received when the army was assembled. They picked it up from the corpse when they were fleeing, and those damned traitors slaughtered the troops they belonged to.

"Hurry up, Kafka!"

Renn turned his head and muttered:

"Hurry up, man, we have to keep walking, we can escape."

Little Kafka nodded, but he was very tired, he was terribly frightened, Ren didn't dare to stop him or sleep, he might not wake up.

It was supposed to be the opposite. It was supposed to be the veteran Kafka urging the recruit Rehn. It should be the case, and it has been the case to this day.

Rennes occasionally thought of Irene, he felt that he should go find her and take her out of the city together.

He convinced himself that she was safe and was hiding in the cellar of his aunt's house, but that was before the friendly army turned against him, before the **** cult soldiers made a counterattack and started the killing, before all this was suddenly no longer an accident. prior to.

Before the demon emerged from the thick fog.

Ren knew that he had the responsibility to find his new wife according to common sense. He should find her, and her aunt if necessary, and then take them out before becoming a dead city. That's it.

He told little Kafka of his plan.

"It's fine if you want to come together. I won't blame you if you don't want to come."

Little Kafka said he was an idiot, but continued to walk with him.

Interestingly, Renn believed that it would not take long for them to find Irene, but Renn didn't talk to Kraft because it sounded weird.

He could feel her, somehow he could feel her nearby, she was almost calling him, she was not far away, waiting for him.

People say that this is the case for people who fall in love. Lovers in the world will eventually be able to overcome all obstacles and meet again through thousands of times.

He will find Irene, and she will find him too.

The thick fog was like a silk curtain, everything was blue-gray, the flames burning in the distance turned into hazy pulsating embers, the large black ruins exuded smoke and dust, and the nose was full of fuel, mud and filth.

Ren.

"what?"

Renn suddenly turned to face Kafka Jr.

"what? What?"

The other party was confused and didn't know what he wanted to express.

Ren, Ren, where are you?

"Did you hear that?"

Renn suddenly grabbed Kafka's shoulder and looked panicked.

"Man, do you hear that?"

He could hear her, it was Irene, she was not far away, she was nearby, she was calling him.

This is like a drama, the two lovers finally meet in the last scene.

"your wife?"

Ren stopped, he saw her, and she was standing under a porch across the street through a thick fog.

She was pale, as if made of mist, how did she find him?

He has never been so happy because of seeing anyone in his life. He can feel love, and love makes him feel excited.

He took a step towards the street full of bullet holes.

Little Kafka grabbed his arm, but didn't say a word, because he gaped in panic.

What he could see was nothing like Rennes's new wife.

17 10th 6:57:24

The enemy launched another attack on Wuqiu.

It is difficult to judge the number of opponents under this poor visibility, but Xerath estimates that there are at least 6,000 people.

The main component of this army is the rebellious imperial army. The so-called brotherhoods, in Xerath's eyes, are not so much soldiers, they are more like a group of ignorant thugs, matching the frantic thinking mode of the cultists.

He was convinced that today's various disasters originated from a certain kind of blind faith, and people often acted across boundaries because of this. This is why he has always opposed the religious tendencies that exist in the Three Witches.

He also thinks that people will eventually realize this and make corrections.

Obviously, this is not the case.

Many people have been resentful since the day the empire accepted wizards. They encountered a crisis of faith, stood at the crossroads of epistemology, and turned their backs on the Father who worshipped in the past.

Xerath couldn't help thinking, what is this for? What can you use to replace the concept of gods?

There are many problems that make him uneasy.

What kind of power or concept was able to subvert the empire's supremacy in the hearts of arcanists? Apart from vicious revenge, what else do they intend to do in Cusconar? If they occupy the city, what are their next plans?

How many enemies are there in that thick fog?

Even he, one of the three supreme judges of the Three Witches, World Burning Wolf Xerath Ryak, was tortured by these endless problems.

But he didn't have more time to think.

The enemy leader drove a large group of rebels rushing up, and the traitors in Tsing Yi chanted it, and Xerath could still hear the drums.

The arcanists stood still, using the traitors as cannon fodder to fill the trenches and gates.

The assembled wizards have poured fire and lightning on the enemy line for twenty minutes. They have caused considerable damage. The ground outside the trenches is densely covered with corpses, and the watchmen on the walls guide the most experienced wizards to bombard the most. The enemy group.

A wave of witchcraft fell into the enemy's front, raising flames and debris, and throwing broken bodies into the air.

But they still succeeded.