Orc Tyrant

"What a disappointment, I should have expected it."

Beruf shook his head and sighed. His little brothers pulled out huge guns from their waists.

Grak's guards have also assembled around their boss, neither side has done anything, but they are all ready.

"You always say I am barbaric!"

Grak spit, holding the tomahawk in both hands.

"Now you will understand what it means."

They cautiously began to turn in circles.

Grak's anger was obvious, gushing from his body like heat from a flame, his breath hissing from his throat.

Beruf is relatively more remote, but now he is also full of smoke, because he is humiliated by his dignity in front of his little brother, and this is not the battle he is best at-this is a crude dispute provoked by a primitive student, and This reckless man is not much better than the jump jump he raised.

"Waaaagh!"

Grak leaned back into the fight again, this time slashing at his colleague with a roaring chain axe.

Beruf met with dual-wielding knives, pushing the blow back in a burst of sparks.

After a while, they started pure wrestling, each pushing the weapons in their hands so that the metal bite each other in a scream. The turning [ripper] confronted [punishment] and [oppression], neither side had the upper hand.

Seeing the start of the real battle, the blood axe warriors roared and cheered, slammed their swords, and clamored for the boss's support.

The special warfare boys were motionless at first, but they finally responded after seeing the unfolding of the situation. Under the leadership of the boss, they quickly yelled back, competing with the butchers for a louder voice.

"You always learn from the bad appearance of dried shrimps."

Grak urged more power into his locked arms.

"What's in your head? Could it be that you were broken when you were still in the field?"

Beruf pushed back without backing up.

"I can't hear what you want to express."

Beruf then broke the deadlock and stepped back.

Grak chased after him, and the two sides slapped each other hard, and their weapons crossed with clanging muscle strength enough to rupture the bones. Even if they heard the voices of the younger brothers, they did not show it.

The power of the swift strike is driven by the intensifying violence, and the speed and precision are once again strengthened by the hatred of each other that has been brewing up to this day but openly erupting.

Grak is stronger in comparison, using his weight and momentum to vigorously swing the Ripper, but Beruf's agility is even better, breaking Grak's balance with tricky blocks and jabs.

They chopped and hauled each other, rotated, feinted, cut open military coats and furs, and smashed ornaments from the armor.

The shocks of offense and defense echoed throughout the palace,

The call of encouragement became stronger and stronger. Every brick swelled from the hall. All the Ouke fighters present were considered to have experienced many battles. They had long been accustomed to fighting, but no one had seen their boss go all out.

Finally, with heavy breathing, they separated from the deep scars on the armor.

Glak laughed, even though the voice had a harsh, bloodthirsty tone.

"Can't take it anymore, gunfire guy!"

"This is just a boring game for me."

"Me too."

Beruf sneered at this.

"You treat everything as a game, that's why the boss sent me here-your kid is a mob, a bunch of idiots who will fight on their own if you don't tie their heads."

"If only he could learn more from you."

Glak responded taunting, and at the same time lifted his chin and pointed at the charred corpse on the ground.

Grak stepped forward again, his chainsaw axe spinning.

"But he's not here, right? Only you, me, and this axe."

"What an ugly sword thing."

Beruf stared at it warily.

"Just like its owner."

Grak rushed forward and swung the axe at Beruf's leg, but the opponent violently blocked it under the push of both hands.

In the next second, Glak turned the blade upwards in an attempt to overwhelm each other, so the two sides once again fell into a stalemate on the palace promenade, and were stunned by the cheering of the entourage of both sides.

Beruf didn’t intend to get entangled anymore. He dragged the sharp blade across the jagged edge of the battle axe and pushed it back at the last moment. Grak’s swing angle was too high, and the Ripper was twisted away from him in a crackling sound. Mastery.

He went to catch it back, but Beruf had already knocked it off, causing it to roll and hit it far away, so that the boys on the route were forced to step aside.

Perhaps Beruf thought this was the end, so he didn't hit the next blow that could penetrate Grak's chest, but the other party didn't think so.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Grak roared and slammed his whole body into Beruf as a weapon.

The two slanted straight into the nearest pillar—the pure stone pillar was one meter in diameter.

Beruf was blasted into it with a bang, so that the fragments were scattered all around, and Grak held him one angry old punch after another, and flew the military cap fixed on the opponent's head.

The dizzy and staggering Beruf fought back with a weapon awkwardly, but his move was so weak that he missed a hit. Grak grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up, and threw his body across the corridor in a furious roar. .

Beruf landed heavily on his back and slid another distance on the stone floor.

Ruth started chasing, still unarmed, and when he passed the weapon he had dropped, he reached out and caught it.

As Beruf stood up, the two once again formed a ball, axe to knife, one Oke weapon to the other Oke weapon.

The blow came faster and more violent, and finally saw blood again after tearing apart the damaged armor.

Grease-thick blood sprinkled spots on the stone floor, marking their footprints running through the entire corridor and entering the front hall. The Oukes who watched were already shocked by this persistent violence and could only follow them.

The two warlords hit a series of heavy doors all the way, leaving behind the kid chasing them, without even paying attention to the surrounding environment.

Beyond the door is the open sky, a viewing platform built for King Zun on the top of the palace.

As they rushed into the open ground, the sky above welcomed them with a whisper of thunder.

They separated again, panting heavily, their shoulders lowered.

"I am simply wasting time!"

Beruf's breathing was as rough as the bellows of a furnace, and Grak across from him was not much better.

"I have so much time."

A rare cunning suddenly appeared in Glak's eyes.

"Gunfire guy, don't think I don't know your little secret, what do you want to do with the shrimps you caught? What do you want to do with the two or five guys every day? The boss has not explained these things. "

"I have no secrets!"

Beruf gritted his teeth and began to act again, rushing across the platform like a storm and slashing his double-edged swords at the battle axe.