Orc Tyrant

Two hours later, Naman and his team had already reached a hill and a half. Except for a routine confirmation contact, he did not have any other communication with Aquia, so when the other party rushed over in person, right It was a surprise for him.

"Naman, pay attention to the southeast direction of your current location. What can you see on the ridge?"

Naman picked up his binoculars and looked along the mountain from left to right. At first he saw nothing, but he knew that Aquia would not come to him when he was not sure if there was anything, so Naman glanced again. Again.

He stopped to adjust the focus, and finally in the direction that Aquia pointed out, he saw a black smoke rising from behind the hillside.

Although it was quickly dissipated by the high winds of the ridge, it did exist.

"It looks like hot fog or more likely exhaust gas. Is that what you see?"

"Yes, this direction seems to correspond to the position of the quarter horse."

"What did the Okers do?"

"I don't want to comment on this issue, brother, this is a solid evidence, we should retreat and report this matter."

"It might just be a burning building, set on fire during the Oukes' march. We can't determine anything yet, Aquia, it's only a few kilometers away."

"Is there any point in debating this, Naman?"

"No, brother, so let's go over and take a look."

Aquia sighed helplessly.

"Well, Naman, let's lead the way and follow us to the ridge."

"Confirm, we will set off right away."

The scouts swiftly crossed the uneven ground in scattered formations, their weapons were always ready for battle, and Naman glanced in the direction of the mysterious smoke from time to time to confirm its location.

After they had advanced a little more than a kilometer, he suddenly stopped the team.

The scattered smoke is a bit strange.

He used his binoculars to look at the floating smoke clouds again, and it looked darker and heavier.

But the wind direction does not seem to change, so the thicker smoke means one of two things. Either the source emission is stronger, or the source is getting closer...

Naman found Aquia with his sight. They were slowly climbing a steep **** on foot, about half a kilometer from the top of the mountain, and five to six hundred meters from Naman.

"Retreat, Aquia!"

When his voice was made, the team had disappeared behind a rock.

Naman took a deep breath and realized that the members of his team were watching him closely.

His heart beats fast, and blood and adrenaline flow faster in his body, making him the best preparation for battle. He has to spend some energy to stay calm and awake.

"Aquia! Those clouds are exhaust gas! There are quite a large number of Ork troops! They are moving in our direction across the ridge!"

Naman's voice echoed between the rocks, and Aquia poked his head out immediately when he heard it.

"Captain Naman!"

The call came from Kurdin, who was looking around with his rifle at a position on the eastern ridgeline of the team.

"Look at the enemy!"

"Leave your current position!"

Naman screamed while turning the telescope to the direction Kurding reported.

"The enemy is approaching from your north!"

A few dozen Ouke cavalry were walking up the ridge, Naman's attention was turned to the right by a sudden explosion, and a thick smoke and flame rose from the **** where Aquia was marching.

Gunshots immediately sounded on the hillside, and soon the sound of heavy weapons shooting and the sound of warheads hitting stones also joined in.

"They've been waiting there long ago, Aquia is over..."

Another explosion shook the ridge, and Naman turned his attention back to the Oukes who were climbing up the hill. There are now at least fifty, some of which are equipped with heavy equipment. They are riding brown-green beasts with well-developed limbs along the road. The ridge advances like stains scattered on it.

The rock on which the Aquina team is located has been blasted into rubble. The power of Ouke’s explosives is always so amazing, and Naman has no hope for their survival.

Maybe it was his own recklessness that killed them?

"The team listens to the order!"

Naman said, calm and determined.

"You immediately retreat northward in a straight line."

"What are you going to do, Captain?"

"I will continue to observe the enemy, and I will rejoin you later and act now!"

The captain of the Ranger never looked away from the binoculars. When he heard the players moving across the rocky ground, he adjusted his vision to the thick black smoke.

They looked thicker and clearer at this time. Those big guys had almost reached the ridgeline. He only needed to wait another minute or two to know Ok's military strength.

The green cavalry at the front was less than half a kilometer away from him now.

Naman spread his camouflage cloak around his shoulders, covered his hood, let the cloak cover his arms and then sat behind a rock, holding a binoculars in one hand and a gun in the other.

He reconfirmed the condition of the ridge, and saw three wild motorcycles rushing out, thick smoke from their dual exhaust vents, the largest of which was like a giant steel beast, covered with it. Fangs and spikes, just like its owner.

Behind the three motorcycles were two smaller motorcycles, all of them full of howling green skins, and there was more smoke behind them, which came from other vehicles out of sight.

The Oak cavalry was only four hundred meters away from him.

But he doesn't care about these, he cares about Ok's war machines.

Compared with the previous war, they seem to have improved again. This is a bad signal. The technical level of Okers is breaking through people's cognitive limit time and time again. How did they do it?

The Oukes were carefully scanning around along the ridge, with their guns in their hands, alert due to the resistance of the Aquia team.

The rumble of the engine was back on the southern ridge, coming from a lower-tone and larger motor, and he glanced to the right when Naman slid back from the observation position.

The biggest motorcycle was rumbled over the hills. Several large-caliber cannons were installed on its front. It was armed like a ferocious wild boar. A howling Okee sat on it, wearing Brightly colored clothes, equipped with a heavy-duty protective deck.

When Naman was about to put down the telescope and walk away, he suddenly noticed that the green skin on this one was obviously much larger than the others.

This is a huge beast, with a red jacket over the armor, and a long flag painted with the symbol of Oke hanging on the flagpole behind him.

An Oak boss.

With his other eye, Naman saw that the nearest green skin was only two hundred meters away, and it was time to leave.

Wearing a cloak of camouflage, Naman ran low and swiftly down the slope.

The motorcycle's position in the south was almost level with him, and the Oak cavalry was not far behind.

Ahead, a pile of huge rocks pierced through the thin sand. Naman found a concealment between the two erected huge rocks. Then he turned to face Ouke and found that they were attacking him at a certain speed. Come, even though he was sure he was not seen.

It's time to let them slow down.

He placed his cavalry lance on a boulder, aiming at the middle of the three nearest green skins.

Bang~!

With a headshot, shot from the right eye, directly knocking down the big guy.

The sudden attack caused the Oukes to fall into chaos. Many of them lay down and started shooting randomly at the surrounding bunkers, some yelled at vulgar language.

A few bosses began to yell at orders, and in one way or another, they forced their men to run around behind the bushes and stones, but there was no order and discipline at all.

"Stupid beast..."

Naman muttered to himself, and hung the gun on his shoulder at the same time.

Satisfactorily that the greenskins will be delayed enough time, Naman retreated from his hiding place and continued to run down the **** briskly.

When he reached the plain, he immediately began to run wild.