Orc Tyrant

"Those two idiots!!"

The huge metal vessel was instantly squeezed into a mass of scrap iron, and if there was substantial anger splashing out of him in the form of an electric arc, the entire palace was silent for a while.

He learned the news that the two legions had begun mixed operations through the neurosis for the first time, which made him almost fainted. Although he knew that Glak and Beruf did not match each other, he thought about his command. Below, the two warlords can at least have the most basic control.

But he was wrong, very wrong.

Oak’s natural violent gene cannot be completely suppressed by authority and verbal commands. If Oak is obedient, it can only be relied on violence.

Guk had already severely reprimanded the two warlords through the nerve boy to stop the fight, but obviously this didn't work at all, and the red-eyed boy couldn't open his mouth with just his mouth.

On the other hand, Shabal, who was not involved in mixed exercises, could only stop moving because of caution. Guk did not force him to go deep alone. After all, under the current circumstances, let a legion recklessly hit the human line of defense. Not a smart choice.

However, if you wait for the two legions to finish fighting, then humans will have plenty of time to react, and the subsequent offense will become more difficult, which Guk can expect.

He really wants to fly over and strangle those two **** right now, but he really can’t walk away, because spring is coming soon, and a new round of conquest will begin immediately. If he leaves, then maybe it will happen here. It has become a battlefield for mixed sports, and this frontline is more densely packed, and it would never work without him.

After weighing it over and over again, Guk can only put the line of the Benedict Empire first to see how it will develop in the future.

In the early spring, the chill had not subsided, and Guk stepped out of the royal court that was heated by the fire. Liya sat on his left shoulder, wearing a heavy fur coat.

Pushing open the door, all you can see is the white snow, as well as the hops and farts rolling in the snowdrift. The Silent Hill at this time is much quieter than before, and most of Gein's boys are rushing to the Howling Mountains. Go, this place was devastated by them, and it also made them lose their interest and reason to stay here.

Only the workshops and small factories built by the craftsmen are still lively, and the ore from the abandoned mines is constantly being transported to the workshops. Although the yellow and bright stones are of no use, there are iron and copper in the attached ore veins. Useful metal.

Such a workshop does not have the productivity and technology of the abandoned city, but it is more than enough to make basic machetes, axes and pistols. At least for now, Silent Hill is still a relatively stable rear.

In this case, there is no need for him to stay here.

"It's time."

He looked at the towering mountains in the distance, white steam spewed from his nose and mouth, Liya was next to him, as if he wanted to take in enough warmth from him.

The current temperature is not so high that the Harpy can fly at will, but Guk will not give them too much time, because his forward has already begun to act, and the huge war machine is recovering...

"Wow!"

Gogu of the Waaagh Thunder Fighter drove his heavy motorcycle across the wilderness, and the roar of the engine was just like the roar in his chest.

The horizon changed color under a gray cloud in the distance, and the tumbling dark masses were looking down on the world's most fertile plain. Today's land is full of melting snowdrifts, and only sludge remains in the former farmland.

The awe-inspiring wind blew across Gogu’s big face like a knife, and the airflow that could tear ordinary people’s faces made him extremely excited. The pleasure of walking with the wind is what he has been deep and longing for, the only thing he has ever wanted. Unfortunately, it is not fast enough.

"Boss! I heard that a guy installed two rockets behind the motorcycle."

The fart with the goggles in the weapon position suddenly poked his head.

"rocket…"

Gogu also heard about it, and knew better that it was the guy Gorig who did it.

"...That's expensive, I remember."

The mechanics’ things are never cheap. Gogu has exhausted everything for this motorcycle. Although Gorig is the same as him, in the previous attack on Silent Hill, the guy grabbed a lot of good things along the way. , And Gogu was setting fire to his heart. When he recovered, the good things were either burned or robbed by other boys.

In this battle, apart from getting a good ride, he basically didn't get anything, so he made a few scraps of iron and changed some fuel, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to drive the car.

"Boss! I heard that the tobacco leaves on the tooth market are very expensive recently, why don't we go to get a handful of dried shrimps!"

The fart Jing's opinion fascinated Ge Gu. He was indeed planning to remodel his mount recently, but he had been troubled by the fact that he didn't have much money.

The "tobacco leaf" that this guy said is actually the characteristic cash crop of the New California Republic-green hemp, also known as "Skywalker."

After the plant is dried and ignited, the smoke produced can produce a strong stimulus to the lungs, and can relieve pain and assist sleep. It is an excellent quality tobacco crop, but this plant is very harsh on the growth environment. In the western part of the New California Republic, it can only grow in a basin called Lesai. Therefore, in addition to being expensive, the number is also very limited. In general, only officers can have a small amount of rationing.

The Oukes dug out this kind of tobacco from the remains of the fortress, and after trying it, they found that it fits their taste very well, so the reputation of this kind of thing spread among the boys.

They don't know where this kind of thing grows, but they know that dried shrimp has this kind of thing.

"Boss! There is a situation!"

On the lookout whistle supported by iron rods in the back seat of the motorcycle, the shrill screams of the fart screamed.

Suddenly twenty or thirty cavalrymen appeared at a canyon pass in front of them, wearing leather hats of different colors, wearing dirty and rusty breastplates, and checkered shawls fluttering in the wind. They were very coordinated with their hip mounts. The posture of the two becomes one.

These are veteran riders, and they are here to go.

Maybe it was because he burned a shrimp house not long ago, the farmers inside, and a whole warehouse of grain.

Gogu thought so in his heart.

But no matter what, it's always good to have enemies appear.

They had mounted rifles and black revolvers in their hands. Such weapons were perfect for hunting.

"Waaaagh!"

Gogu drew the machete, and the cavalry quickly changed their formation, surrounding him like an open mouth.

Bang bang bang!

But in the first round, the guns controlled by the farts took the lead to shoot down the two riders from the saddles. Their bodies were torn apart by the large-caliber bullets, and there was no time to scream.

Then, Gogu stepped on a pedal forcefully to make his mount leap forward.