Orc Tyrant

Moberti has been staring at the water surface in a daze. Its clear surface is as silver-plated, although half of his face is covered by a velvet mask. The face staring at him in the water is strong and handsome like a stone sculpture. face.

The blinded eyes speak of wisdom, and the tan and smooth skin hints at the ethnic group he belongs to-the Apak, the earliest human settlers in the New California Republic.

Moberti was dressed in a shining robe, and when he knelt down and bowed his head, it was like a crimson liquid pooling beside him.

His attire was stitched with runes and full of mystery, and he was in the center of his private sanctuary.

The claustrophobic sense organs created by a large number of mysterious instruments in the oval enclosed space are greatly enhanced by the low ceiling. Stacked scroll boxes and numerous bookshelves are filled with ancient masterpieces that have been carefully read. Crystal glass cabinets of mysterious drugs scramble for space.

Many mottled prisms, a metal glove studded with diamonds, a pair of sterling silver masks shaped like a skull, a gold, gemstones used to represent the celestial bodies are placed in a convex model On the high platform, the gilt-decorated walls are covered by ancient drawings framed by metal frames, bathed in the blue light emitted by the strangely shaped lamps.

The floor made of a kind of red marble covers the entire room, engraved with countless lines that are intertwined or arranged in concentric circles. The axe composed of black jade and agate is etched in the stone with nothing interspersed in the middle. Regular arc.

Moberti is the connection of these patterns, located at the key position where all the intertwined circles converge.

Ling Ling Ling~~

Suddenly, the sounder at the entrance of the sanctuary hissed, heralding the arrival of a guest.

"Come in, Carla."

Moberty said that when the door of the sanctuary opened automatically, the attendant dragged in with the hiss of the metal door's friction.

"How do you know it's me, master?"

Cara asked, his voice full of the feeling of years and vicissitudes.

"Who else would it be, old man? I don't need foresight to guess that you are coming."

Moberti leaned toward the water basin, dipped his hands in the water, and gently splashed it on his face.

When he straightened up, he took off his cloak, the bald scalp reflecting the light.

"And I don't need complicated divination to infer that you brought very important news."

Moberty added, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"Of course, Master."

Kara bowed deeply. The servant was blind, with an eye implant. Some kind of witchcraft was implanted in his eye cavity so that he could not "see" but could detect the heat, and To provide limited spatial cognition, he also uses a silver cane as a supplement to his somewhat abnormal vision problems.

"Master, we have docked in Port Van Gillie."

Moberty nodded, as if he had just found out.

"Let the servants prepare the items and we will leave the ship."

"As you wish."

Carla said, bowing again, but when he was about to withdraw from the sanctuary, he paused.

"My master, please don't think that I am unreasonable, but why do we stop at Van Gili on our journey to Tyre?"

"The trajectory of fate is amazing, Carla."

Moberty replied, looking down at the basin again.

"Yes Master."

Even after serving for more than two decades, Carla still cannot fully understand the cryptic words of his master.

When the attendant left, Moberty stood up and put away the robes piled beside him. In the folds of his sleeves, he made a wooden plank, not exceeding the length of his forearm, filled with magic spells. .

He got a peculiar insight through the labyrinth-like design of the room, and then left the middle to reveal a one-eyed circle, which represents knowledge and eternity, the wisdom from the golden age of mankind.

Moberti came to a rhombus-shaped ornate container, and put the board in it religiously. This container was like the gilded sarcophagus once used to bury the rulers of the ancient empire. The board was fixed, Mobo The container is closed and sealed by lifting, and the vacuum hissing sound when the air pressure is released is heard from the sealed place.

Moberti absently stroked a scarab-shaped earring and said, whispering to himself.

"Why is he looking for me at this time..."

"This is really a difficult time."

The mayor of Arkham murmured to himself, leaning on the sofa behind him.

In the unadorned, plain gray cement hall, three men in black dresses waited for Harden and his guild wizards.

The three of them were sitting around a table, attracted by the sound of footsteps coming from the gate.

"With so little information, I can only guess very little."

Another old wizard who came to the party with Harden has been talking about it. Harden has already introduced the participants to everyone. Of course everyone knows the Gabrin wizard, but the other two people, a young man and a He didn't know a middle-aged man with a haggard face.

As for the reason for the meeting, it is not surprisingly related to the large-scale invasion of Oak, but it was Harden who initiated the meeting. This made Antiti feel a bit ironic, because the city council is still arguing about the evacuation.

"Gentlemen."

Harden began to speak, sitting next to his fellow wizards.

"I am grateful for your coming today."

"It's easy to say."

An officer with completely tanned skin said that he was the commander of the Fifth Infantry Division and the highest commander of the entire Arkham defense zone.

It sounds ridiculous, but now the top military commander of Arkham City is indeed just a brigadier general, and all the militias are currently under his command system, but this force is already very difficult just to defend the Gordon Fortress.

As for the defense of the city, no one reported any hope.

"But I want you to clarify the situation for us."

The soldier's voice was deep and powerful. He did not put on an aggressive posture, but the urgency in his words was very obvious.

The president of the Wizarding Guild informed the attendees of the information he had. According to the news from afar, Lena was likely to have suffered. He even confided to them that the enemy had slaughtered the city, but he did not mention this information. The origin.

"The purpose of those beasts is clear."

The patriarch of Arkham, Idrizi, was speaking. When he spoke, a thick vein across his forehead throbbed, his words and actions full of gunpowder, and the nervous twitching under his right eye. , So that he has a look of insanity.

When it comes to Lena's destruction, no one is more angry than him.

"no doubt."

Harden said that despite the obvious hostility in Idrich's body, he deliberately kept the gaze of the dreaded mad believer opposite.

"So what should we do now?"

Ann asked, always maintaining a calm tone.

Harden opened his arms across the table, spreading his hands as if regaining his composure, and a map of the city slowly opened in front of him.

"I think Arkham is far from the end of this war, and I also believe that the king of Occo's desires will not stop there. This is just the beginning, but it is also the most violent attack. It is not wise to head-on. , We need to retreat temporarily and wait for the opportunity."

With that, he took a newspaper from his arms and put it on the table.

Everyone craned their necks and looked at the newspaper, which had a very conspicuous headline.

"The green monster appears in Lena! 》