Orc Tyrant

"Ha, your reaction surprised me, Mr. Wizard. Obviously you don't know how **** the situation is here. No one briefed you on your way here?"

Yushikin patted his knees and brushed the dust away.

"No matter which big person you annoys throws you here, if he knows what he is doing, he must have made up his mind to kill you, kid, we are overwhelmed in number, the equipment is in poor condition, and the supply line is bad. To make you suspect that the logistics department is actually an illusion created after you were drunk, the only thing that brings hope is my belief in Kaimon and the strength of my people."

"As far as I know, I didn't offend anyone."

Ered lied.

"Maybe apart from you, I was transferred here because your regiment needs to supplement witchcraft consultants, and hearing these words from an imperial officer really bothers me. I rarely discuss the imperial system. Question, Colonel... In fact, I firmly believe in the power of mortals. Under good command and morale, there are no goals that the Imperial Legion cannot achieve."

Yushkin stood up, walked barefoot to the cupboard and took out two dirty cups, poured a little clear liquid into them, and then poured more water

"Is it all right? Soldiers call it a fountain of strength."

He introduced like this, placing a cup on the table next to Ered.

Ered raised the cup to his lips and said, "Respect the empire."

Then he swallowed the liquid on his back. The severely burned throat made him almost cough, but he still controlled himself, and he felt a little hot on his face.

"Respect the Empire and Kaimon."

Yushkin replied, raising his own cup in the air and slurping it down. He looked satisfied, as if he had been looking forward to it all day.

After a brief silence, Ered looked around the room again, regardless of lack of education, the colonel must be a pious man.

Kaimon’s holy emblem is painted on each wall, a mural of "Ascension of the Father" is placed in an alcove, several handwritten scriptures are stacked on his bunk, and one is hanging on the head of the bed. Old icon.

Yushkin caught the wizard's gaze at the small altar through the empty cup, and asked:

"Are you familiar with the Holy Father?"

Ered shook his head and said.

"I have read "The Biography of the Father" before, and there are many jihadist stories, but that was many years ago."

"No matter what, it's good for you."

"Yes, very good, I will remember it in my heart, Colonel, but I am not here to replace the priest..."

Ered's words were interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

The door was opened with the sound of air currents, and a cold knife-like wind poured into the room, and Ered quickly wrapped his clothes tightly.

The oil lamp on the ceiling swayed in the cold wind, causing all the shadows in the room to dance. An Axum man with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulders and cuffs walked in and quickly closed the door. The newcomer had to be under the ceiling. Bend down so as not to touch his leather cap, he was almost as tall as Ered.

Compared with most Aksums, he has a good body,

"Sorry to interrupt, sir."

The lieutenant said, he saluted neatly and took off his hat and scarf.

At last a decent officer has arrived.

Ered thought, compared to the lieutenant, Yuhijin is nothing short of shit. The former is tall and tough, with well-groomed lips and mustaches, and elegant manners. He is undoubtedly a military academy.

Yushkin did not get up, but made a gesture from the bunk and said:

"This is my deputy and communications clerk, Lieutenant Ogg Phillips, Ogg, this is Ered Carr consultant, he is from... Sorry, I forgot where did you come from?"

"I haven't said it yet."

"Hamboton?"

Lieutenant Phillips guessed with a smile.

"It's actually Oleron (the western province of the Empire)."

Ered replied, he corrected the other party's mistake and stood up, squeezing his waist and shook the lieutenant's hand.

"Forgive me for my eyesight, sir."

Phillips bowed softly.

"I've never been to Oleron before, anyway, welcome to the group."

"Is there anything, Ogg?"

Yushijin suddenly intervened, interrupting the friendly atmosphere between the two.

"An urgent order came from General Prokhov's office, sir... The general will arrive at exactly 19:00 and hold a meeting in the war room."

"War room?"

Yushkin frowned.

"Our division's war room?"

"Yes, sir, exactly 19 o'clock."

"Is there anything unusual, Colonel."

Ered did not know much about the Axum Legion. He only knew that the Legion was almost wiped out in the last Battle of Aswan. It was General Prokhov who rebuilt the Legion. He spent a lot of effort from The original appearance of the legion has been changed in terms of equipment and personnel. The former Aksum legion was a complete fortress garrison, but now it has become one of the few huge field legions in the empire.

Due to the previous heavy losses of the Lieyong regiment, the newly formed regiment could not be equipped with such an expensive organization. Instead, each regiment was supplemented with an additional witchcraft consultant, and a regiment had about 10-20 witchcraft. Advisors, they have to take on the role of providing support to soldiers in close combat, but the 1st Corps particularly resists this organization.

So Ered became a symbolic figure, his existence is only to achieve a unified standard in organization.

"It's really unusual."

Yuhikin didn't say much, so Lieutenant Phillips explained further:

"The general usually only stays in the general headquarters to send briefings. Considering the current tension, he should be more aware that he should not call the commander back from the front at this time. However, since he has chosen the war room of our division, he must Some reasons."

"Is the situation optimistic, gentlemen? Before you came here, the colonel had just described to me the poor supply lines and other problems."

"It doesn't seem to be very optimistic."

"Well, everything will be known during the meeting."

Lieutenant Phillips opened the door of the room and asked the officer and the new wizard to go out first. Before stepping into the roaring night breeze, Ared saluted the lieutenant, and then wrapped his coat tightly around his body and his chin. Also buried deep in the thick scarf.

The lieutenant walked out behind them and closed the door.

"Follow me, Consultant Ered."

Yushijin's cry overwhelmed the wind.

"We have to speed up and get to the stables so that we won't be late. Our regiment's resident is the furthest from the division headquarters."

Then this is his new colleague, Ered thought so.

This is the person who is tied to a rope with my destiny, and the three witches are on top. Do you have to send me such a rough and rude man with a bad temper?

The night breeze was bitterly cold at night, and they hurriedly headed north in the trenches. Ered almost folded his waist, hoping to get to the stables quickly.