Orc Tyrant

Although the last shrimp ran away in a tin cart, Glak didn't care about it. He ran a little anyway, and there were a lot of shrimp swaying in the wild outside the city, and they would all become drag racing kids. Grak does not need to care about his prey.

He is very happy now, and very cool.

Leaning on the huge recliner, pot after pot sipped the wine hidden in the ground by the shrimps, Grak bit the bones in his hands vigorously.

The Bloodfang Guard and many leaders gathered around him, eating and drinking. This was originally the main hall of the Golden Palace and the main place for King Zun to meet outsiders, but now it has become a place for the Oukes to revel.

Expensive silk curtains were rudely torn down and stuffed into the fire as fuel. The gorgeous golden columns were covered with graffiti and oil stains, the valuable woven carpets were stained with blood stains, mud and huge footprints, all exquisite cultural relics, statues and ornaments. , Either directly destroyed or smashed, or transformed into a look that meets the taste of the Okers.

The original magnificent palace turned into a savage and filthy den in a short period of time.

And its previous owner was curled up in a huge metal three-legged earthen jar in the center of the lair-this was originally an artifact.

The raging pile of matches burned the metal crock black, almost overflowing with translucent grease, and exuding bursts of disgusting smell and black smoke.

Glak glanced at the crock pot, feeling a little regretful.

Originally, he just wanted to make fun of the fatty shrimp rice. The kids all said they wanted to try the taste of shrimp oil. According to the experience of squeezing Scrooge oil, he threw the guy in here.

But he didn't expect that he would be silent after yelling for a while, then he went to see and died.

You should know that after Fatty Scuger has squeezed the oil, he can survive immediately as long as he is taken out to let it cool. The dried shrimp will die by squeezing a little oil. It is simply against him!

But the oil boys he squeezed liked it, saying it tasted better than Skugger oil. Grak hadn’t tried it. He didn’t like greasy and greasy things. In comparison, he prefers burnt and woody food. It's like the blackened bone stick in his hand, although he also forgot where it came from.

Before that, Glak had circled the city, unexpectedly he felt that the place was not bad, spacious enough, and well-resourced.

He plans to use this as his new stronghold, gather the scattered boys again, and then follow the railroad tracks all the way north to find new shrimp nests.

Guk didn't give him a clear goal, but Glak suddenly had his own goal. He wanted to see how many shrimp nests could be found along the railroad track, and when he found one, he would tear one down, until the end.

"Boss!"

A kid suddenly ran in, and Glak recognized him, a perverted kid.

The guy trot all the way through the messy hall, and the coming Grak murmured in a very low voice.

As Grak listened, his smile faded away, but what replaced him was not the anger he most often put on his face, but another rare expression-indifference.

"Got it."

Glak waved his hand, and the pervert boy immediately retreated.

But he ran into the target he had just reported in the middle of the road, and the other party picked him up and threw him down the long ladder.

The bosses were attracted by the call and cast their eyes to the door. Glak sneered and continued to lie down on the chair and drink leisurely.

Click!

The neat footsteps of his boots stopped suddenly. Beruf, who was surrounded by two teams of boys in military uniforms, dressed in gorgeous red military coats and a black military cap on his head, strode in, his back as tall as a spear. , The posture does not look like an Ouke at all, but very similar to the imperial officer.

He walked to the very center of the hall, glanced at the boiling metal can, and then turned his gaze back to Grak.

"This is not in the plan."

"Ha, let your plan go to hell! Idiot."

The first words of Grak made Beruf's head violent, and his fists were immediately clenched.

"We discussed it before. I and Shabal forced the shrimp to come here. You go to the side of the mountain and block the shrimp's road!"

The plan that Beruf said was a strategy he and the other two warlords expected to develop before the pontoon bridge was erected.

He is one of the few Oukes who can understand human maps. As early as the first Aswan battle, he obtained a map from the Aswan fortress. In order to plan this attack, he studied it for a long time.

On the way to the hinterland of mankind, he believes that the biggest obstacles are the Kagera River and the Biltéville Mountains.

The former is the largest and longest river in the empire. It originated from Lake Mombo on the mountain and runs through the two provinces of Aksum and Gramatia, and continues to flow into the deserted sea. The latter is blocked in Kagai. A barren mountain area between La River and Tieluo Bay.

They don't have a good way to cross the river, so the Karagae River is the first priority to avoid, but in this case the Biltéville mountain area becomes their only way.

Oak can think of this, there is no reason for human beings to think of it.

Beruf can expect that humans will guard that mountainous area heavily, this is not a good bone to chew.

So his plan is to attract the main force of mankind, lead them to the southern wasteland, and force them to defend this fragile city.

The core point of this plan is to cut off the human retreat in the early stage, and then create the illusion of offensive, using these more than 100,000 humans as bait to attract the defenders in the mountains.

When the human forces leave from the mountains, Grak’s army will take advantage of his mobility and quickly penetrate from the east, advance along the coast, directly occupy the mountains, block the main force of the human forces in the south, and open the way to The door to the hinterland of the human world.

There is no need to mobilize all the defenders, even if it is only a part, with the number of blood axe legions, it is easy to take down.

But now everything is ruined. Before both he and Shabal had time to react, Glak ate the bait clean and awakened the rest of the human beings. What they have to face now is a guard against death. Of the Bir Tevere Mountains.

Beruf had no doubt that they could take that place, but his tactics, his tactics, were all ruined by this **** brash man, which made him most angry.

"Is there, I don't remember."

Glak slowly drank the wine in the skull, then crushed it to pieces, and got up from the chair.

He walked down the stairs step by step, and when he passed his weapon, he grasped it smoothly.

Beruf stood upright in a proud posture, Ren Jun's coat drooping from his armored shoulders like flowing water.

Grak was bigger and stronger, and his ready-to-go appearance was about to explode. The blood stain on his helmet made him look cruelly like a butcher who just walked out of the slaughterhouse, or some kind of accomplishment. The predatory behemoth of memories.

"Don't come to this set, your threat is meaningless."

Beruf could feel the opponent's stare, but he didn't care at all.

Glak responded with a grinning sneer.

"Oh, but it has."

The ripper swayed gently in his hand, staring at the prey like a prey snake.

"You are jealous of me, gunfire guy."

"You? I'd rather go find a fart and paint it red and watch it dance."

Grak burst into a burst of fury in the roar, and suddenly rushed to Beruf with a tightly clenched fist directly into the center of the opponent's breastplate.

Beruf rolled backwards and knocked open the metal can. The black body rolled out, and the foul grease also overflowed.

Grak chased him up and prepared to fight again, but the opponent had already got up and threw two sharp blades out like whips, facing him.

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