Orc Tyrant

It starts in the dark and ends in the light-this song has been with me throughout my lost and ambiguous childhood years.

I opened my eyes and fell into blindness. The moment the flames of war exploded in front of me, I leaped towards the ridge of the cave, dotted flashes tumbling in my field of vision, burning blazingly, mixed with the scars and white fragments boiling together.

I turned around in the air, my eyes and my mind being stirred by blinding lightning and thunderclouds, the light burned like fire in my skull, I hit something hard and started sliding down it, my arms pounding in the air .

A hand grabbed my arm, I felt tight muscles and smooth metal, I started to struggle, but the light still burned in my perception, the arm pulled me up and threw me down Throw it on hard metal.

My breathing became more difficult, but I still kicked and tried to crawl away, one arm wrapped around my throat and tightened.

"do not move."

The voice hissed in my ears.

I stopped, I didn't recognize the voice.

"I can't see."

I replied, the breath in my throat was messy and broken.

"Why don't you open your eyes?"

I didn't answer. In fact, I don't know whether to answer or not. Sometimes stupidity doesn't need a reason.

"Should I leave you behind when I find you, and throw you at those hungry guys as bait."

These words should be true, and he would indeed do it, but since he hadn't done it before, there won't be any next.

"Where are they?"

I asked, trembling as the pain drained from my body.

"It's near."

He replied in a low voice, as if the water stopped.

"Now it doesn't know where we are."

"how many?"

"One, only one."

"what is it?"

He said nothing during a long heartbeat.

"I don't know, but it will die before we die."

I finally opened my eyes, even though it was still stinging because of the dryness, the tears had already flowed out, as long as I abandoned the town I defended and left my neighbors with whom I lived for more than ten years to escape. Drained.

I am undoubtedly a coward. The sheriff’s badge was thrown into the dust, and I could no longer bear its heavy responsibility.

This is John Reid, the sheriff of Jefferson Township.

"My name is John Reid, and I am the Sheriff of Jefferson Township."

The dusty, ragged man said his name and identity hesitantly, while the other shadow figure nodded.

"I've heard of you, Black Knight."

The other party did not respond, but threw a small metal kettle at John.

John felt like he twisted the lid and moistened his sore throat with a cold, slightly sweet liquid.

He has been trapped in the Ouke striker army for several days. Qiao Si's horse cannot carry two people for a long journey. He decisively chooses to dismount by himself and leave his life to the other side.

Now he is already in the occupied area of ​​Ouke, only relying on years of accumulated experience and skills, carefully avoiding every wave of cavalry, but he is very irrational to choose to mix with a group of refugees.

When the Ouke cavalry attacked again, he was almost driven to ruin.

"Are we waiting?"

He raised his head and asked, the scars caused by the explosion flash still flowed in his sight, and hunger and anger replaced fear.

"Yes it is."

The other party took a deep breath.

"Then we hunted it down and hit the heart."

While the mysterious black knight was talking, an impenetrable beam of light caught his sharp tooth tips.

"We hit the heart."

John repeated again.

Then they remained motionless and the blood flow slowed down.

As they waited, a piece of darkness was flowing above, the low sound of the cave gradually became clear, the invisible air flowed into the cave, and the sweat from the tip of John's chin dripped on the rusty iron plate with a faint ticking sound.

Both became a part of the darkness and disappeared. This is not mystery or some otherworldly power. It is just a simple thing: stillness.

When you are still, the darkness will take you away, turning you into a part of it, your body will be broken down into broken outlines, your face will become the folded fabric on the curtain, and your fingers will be Turned into fallen leaves in the forest.

It was the mysterious black knight who mastered this technique, and his cloak produced a certain concealing static position.

Time stretched out, only to be clear for the slow heartbeat.

Finally, the black knight said.

"It's gone, keep up."

John didn't answer. Instead, he climbed on the ridge to stretch his body and jumped into the dark arms that he was waiting for.

The black knight landed on a rock and ran up, his hands and feet fell on the slippery wet surface without making a sound, so he swayed repeatedly, landed, and continued to run.

John followed him, like two ghosts, dancing quietly and lightly on the dull ground.

The hunter has now become our prey. It moves very fast. Even if he can't see it, John can feel the brute force shaking the ground when it moves.

He didn't think about why it came toward him while swaying and running to track it. His only thought was that it was not my race, it tried to kill us, and it deserves to die.

This is not due to anger, it is just a fact.

Then, the prey stopped.

The black knight slammed out of the darkness, and the noise from his jumping was almost invisible, almost.

With a roar in the chest, the head of the prey turned around, and its eyes lit up like two red lights.

The black knight attacked it as it turned its head. The light was scattered by the claws in his hand. He slammed four sharp claws into the neck of the prey. It was very huge, shaped by solid flesh and hard metal. Human form.

"Waaaaagh!"

The prey roared, and John jumped up, holding the sharp blade tightly in his hand.

It will still try to grab the black knight on its shoulders, and it will struggle and grab his waist.

John jumped on its shoulders, and relied on all his weight and strength to pierce the rusty blade down into its neck. The prey immediately arched its body, and John's hands were soaked in the gushing viscous warm blood.

While it was staggering, John jumped off its shoulder.

The black knight escaped from its hesitant grasp, its prey shuddering, its scarlet eyes glowing like two windows closed with pure blood.

The black knight did not run away. He still held up the claw of his right hand that was combined with the gun, raised it high and pierced one of the red eyes of the prey.

It raised its hand, but in the next second, the flames tore through the dark space that was dyed red.

The whole world retreated suddenly, the roaring flames covered the last breath of the prey, and then there was silence, and the sound of liquid slowly beating against the metal.

John couldn't move, he didn't want to move, his skin was wet, his mouth and nose were filled with gunfire smoke.

The person in front of him dropped his weapon and turned to John. He slowly raised a hand and patted a broken eye from his shoulder.

Then he spoke, his voice almost a whisper.

"time to go."

Tomorrow... Routine plus more?