Orc Tyrant

They fought and fought again, without compromise, without giving in. Beruf's skin was dripping with a mixture of sweat and blood under the armor, and his arm became heavier with each swing of the knife.

Glak was not doing well either. The injury to his right leg made him limp, and his angry heart was unsustainable because of the accumulated pain on his body.

The confrontation between the two sides has become wilder, more vicious, with an aura of self-defeating and self-defeating.

Bang!

Grak slammed a heavy punch, brushed Beruf's head with one finger, and hit the wall behind.

The masonry structure separated and collapsed under this blow, and the partition wall broke apart with the impact.

Beruf's detective grabbed his enemy and smashed it in a circle into the wall.

After a while, the two locked up smashed into the ruined wall together, causing the entire area to slide on the edge.

With another burst of thunder, rain finally came, soaking the hot atmosphere and jumping from every dry surface.

The two warlords were still fighting hard, removing more guardrails, and throwing away the fallen fragments. They ignored the danger and indulged in fighting, fighting like fighters in the arena. They were no longer for the so-called reason, but were each purely pure. , Fighting driven by pure violence.

Beruf tried to push the opponent back to make him fall off the platform. He grabbed the bone shoulder guard and tore it off the armor.

The ornaments fell apart, broke off from the rope, and jumped on the stonework.

Grak gave up the attempt to stabilize his body, crouched forward, stretched his arms and swooped forward, grabbed Beruf's abdomen and threw both of them off the edge of the broken platform.

They were still fighting each other for a second while staying on the edge, the sword and the axe rushed towards each other again, and the steel and steel gnawed.

Beruf tried to maintain his posture, but Grak would never let him succeed.

With the last time their arms crossed, the weight of the two finally crushed the foothold under their feet, causing them to fall apart in a burst of gravel rain.

They fell and galloped along the edge of the palace towards the ground with the rain and dew.

The two warlords smashed open the outer wall of the Hanging Garden, and then smashed it down another 20 meters, leaving a long thin wound on the gilded wall.

The double-edged blade disappeared, and so did the battle axe, all flying outwards straight to the ground in the impact.

After a toothless rubbing sound, both warlords landed in a palace protruding below.

The weight of the two directly smashed the stone vault, and it didn't really stop until it hit another column below.

Surrounded by a mess, Ouke stood up swayingly, without weapons, but still did not recover the reason lost due to anger.

They rushed towards each other, banging their arms against each other, making a series of punches back and forth.

The warm rain fell all over them, causing the blood-filled river to flow over the scarred armor.

Glak hit Beruf's temple with a brutal punch with all his strength, knocking the opponent's head to one side.

Beruf immediately staggered back to avoid the next offensive, and then responded with a slam from him. They approached again, tearing each other, sliding in the rain and sewage, the power of each impact was still beyond imagination. Blessed by their super muscles, blessed by their connected and irreparable anger.

"Damn redskins are jumping around!"

In the next moment, Beruf finally seized the chance to win and smashed Grak’s damaged helmet with a punch. It seemed that the Lord of the Blood Axe was so angry that he rushed to catch Jiang Bei regardless of his injury. Rufu lost the entire room.

But the other party quickly roared back and rushed back, hammering Grak's weakened counterattack, preparing to send his fist into the newly opened rift.

His fist missed the target, lost his balance again, and his whole body rolled into the sky after hitting the floor.

At the same time, the sky above his head shot out flashes of thunder and lightning. The lightning of the clouds seemed to come from before his eyes. Beruf dizzyly tried to stand up and breathe hard. He looked like a muddy body in the rain. Fart.

For a moment, Glak seemed to see a chance to win.

But he could only lie down, with painful heat everywhere on his body, many bones had broken, his armor was badly damaged, and his battle axe was gone.

Of course Beruf didn't look better. His military coat had only a few blood-stained rags, and his shoulders shrugged.

"Hahahaha..."

Glak heard the laughter that seemed to come from a distance, and after a while he realized that it came from himself, his chest began to shake, and joy appeared in his stomach.

"what are you laughing at?"

Beruf hobbled towards him, his fists still clenched.

Grak propped up his knees to stabilize his body, letting his laughter cross his ribs in pain.

"What a fun, you finally look like an Oak."

Beruf shook and stood still before him.

At this time, the sky had cleared, and the rainstorm lasted only a moment, as if it had never appeared before, but the air was full of moist feeling after being washed, and even the smell of blood was washed away a lot.

"You should follow the plan! This is war, not your weapon fight!"

"Ha, for Ok, it's no different. If you can do the same as before, you will find that shrimp is not a problem at all."

"Do you think you have a deeper understanding of war than mine?"

Beruf squinted his puffy eyes, and the light in them was full of danger and warning.

"How can I know if I don't try."

Glak replied with the same look.

Then Beruf turned and walked outside the palace without saying a word. Glak did not chase him, and the little brothers finally found their bosses.

"Boss! It's amazing, it made the gunshot nose bruised and swollen!"

"Head! We want to fight the gunfire guy too!"

The boys were noisy and noisy, but Grak kept staring at Beruf's staggering figure. He could perceive the anger accumulated in the other party, and the matter might not be so easy to solve.

"Go, find the gunman's knife and send it back to him."

A few minutes after this battle, the pain finally started to find Grak, but under the influence of Pain Kid and alcohol, the pain quickly subsided, and Grak's Ripper was also recovered.

The carnival began again in the messy palace, and this process will continue for several days until Grak decides to leave.

But all accidents always come so suddenly.

Boom boom boom boom~~!

The sudden rumbling of the cannon made Grak jump up from his chair, and the surrounding leaders quickly grabbed their weapons.

"what's the situation!"

"Which kid is shooting again!"

Although the boss was nervous, he didn't panic. They all thought it was a mechanic who had gone wrong again. This was a very common thing.

But Glak heard a different message. It was the sound of a heavy-caliber gun. His legion didn't have such a thing.

"Old, boss!!!"

A smoky kid stumbled into the palace.

"The guns and gunners fired! They fired at us!!!"

Glak had a premonition in his heart, so he didn't show any surprise. He raised his head and passed through the gate to cast his sight into the distance. Pillars of smoke composed of flames and dust were rising from all corners of the city, accompanied by huge ones. The roar and trembling of feet.

"Boys! He wants to fight! We fight with him! Go!"

The leaders agreed, the follower Grak walked out of the palace, and the blood axe legion began to gather, preparing to launch a counterattack against another legion outside the city.

"This is... what is it?"

Shabal looked at the city covered by smoke and flames, and the Beruf Legion that was waiting in battle. His jaw almost fell to the ground in surprise, and the bones he was gnawing on in his mouth also slipped out.