Orc Tyrant

"Maud, it's easier than imagined."

Behind the battlefield, watching the Occan wave that was being gradually retreated, Porter, a member of the trust council, let out his own laugh. Although the sound was similar to a broken player, it was difficult to distinguish the timbre.

"Ok's weaknesses are as obvious as their strengths. When there is no brain, they are nothing."

Maude folded his arms and stood on a high ground looking out at the **** battlefield in the distance. Hundreds of the sons of dawn lined up behind him.

"When the biological weapons flood into the outer urban area, we will go directly to the underground of Los Santos, right?"

"According to the previous map, I judge that the STC should be in this area."

Maude opened his hand, and a three-dimensional image rose from his palm, and a red bright spot flickered at the bottom of the image.

"It's pretty deep."

"So we have to be fast. Although Oak is chaotic, they have an absolute quantitative advantage. We just caught them off guard temporarily, leaving us not much time.

"Understand, then I will..."

Suddenly, Porter stopped his words, his two faces showed stagnant expressions at the same time, and his four arms pointed in one direction.

"That, that is..."

Maude also noticed that the funny-looking idol started to move slowly!

The nerve boys uttered neat "Oh!" excitedly when the colossus was trembling and alive. The war machine in the bucket belly rumbling when the engine started, black smoke boiled in the chimney, and dirt and smoke were caught when its arms moved. Quake down.

It began to turn its head, screaming at first, and gradually calmed down as the bearing absorbed the oil and grease pumped into its device.

Roaring with divine anger, the colossus raised a giant foot and stepped forward.

"what!"

The nerve boy began to shout.

"It's Brother Mao, Brother Mao is alive!"

They chanted and began to wave all kinds of weird objects, such as buckets and sticks, and garbage debris on their heads.

Mao Gejingang's footsteps descended heavily and landed on a tray with a high pile of paint. The jar was crushed, allowing the lucky blue liquid to flow in all directions.

It has not been painted yet, and its armor plate is still monotonous, steel gray.

Not yet, but it will definitely never be blue. After doing these things, the idea guy will paint it yellow. There is a big red sun in front of it, that is the correct color.

The sun is inside, the sun is outside, smart!

As the speed increased, the roaring Mao Gejingang swayed across the street, ramming the shack into the dust while advancing, turning the mechanic boy's workshop into ruins.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !

The loudspeaker amplified Dianzi's roar to a deafening level. He let Mao Ge Jingang advance toward the battlefield. A thick earth wall with a turret hindered him, and he did not hesitate to turn it into mud under Mao Mao's feet.

"guys!"

The idea guy yelled to all Okee through the loudspeaker:

"Kill them! Kill them!"

The Nervous Boy's cigarette holder fired at his will with a giant cannon, a shell exploded as it plunged into the mud, the mud flower sprayed into the sky, and the broken bodies of the monsters.

"Fuck them! Waaaagh!!"

The Ouke around Brother Mao was all shocked and inspired, especially the nervous boys, who were excited by the noise of the battle to rush out of the abandoned city, and began to fight with those monsters.

The chaotic boys have also found the goal they want to follow. The boss is not as strong as a steel that is more than ten meters high, and they suddenly throw away their previous fear and frustration.

They gathered, they yelled, and they charged, following in the footsteps of Brother Mao King Kong.

The boys from near and far gathered together, and Brother Mao was among them, and Agrim roared and roared mechanically through his loudspeaker.

The biological weapons of the Trust Council continued to flood, using laser and plasma fire to boil the Oukes in their own skins, and the volleys of flesh-and-blood messengers equipped with large-caliber bullets caused huge casualties to waves of charging boys.

But no matter how much they kill, there will always be more "Waaagh!" coming to them, and the Oukes want to fight.

Dianzi burst into death with the laser eyes of the colossus, causing many monsters to be ignited by the crackling energy.

He found a group of dried shrimps and his boss, and immediately shouted at the group of fart spirits to adjust the position of his arms.

"Let Xiami see why you don't mess with Ok!"

Dian Zi Lao moved Mao Ge Jingang to the right to give his deputy a better shooting range.

The deputy was whistling indiscriminately during operation, and a low, penetrating buzzing sound joined the war song, and the magnetic force of lifting and throwing things rose to a high pitch when it rushed out of the fusion reactor of King Kong.

He aimed at Xiami's car and shook the lever horizontally. With this sweep, he pushed a group of four claws forward, infusing them with gravity.

An anti-gravity ray grabbed a floating tank and pulled it from the ground like a mushroom.

Dianzi's deputy shook the lever up and down, yanked his paw forward, and threw the thing across the battlefield before the last magnetic pulse disappeared.

The tank flew to a group of sons of dawn in a beautiful arc. They only had time to look up before they were flattened, and the laughter of Dianzi was so loud that they howled.

Brother Mao King Kong walked through the battlefield like a walking god, stepped on many stubborn enemies on the ground, a laser shot on its barrel-shaped belly can only create scratches, and the ensuing counterattack will make it become Pieces of enemies evaporate, and the idea guy has prepared a lot of gun positions and weapons for it, and these things are now in handy.

The cigarette holder was endlessly nagging, and what was turning over and over was a period of nonsense and artillery. He swayed back and forth on the shooter's chair of the cannon. Although he was crazy, he caused a lot of damage to the enemy.

The sweaty farts behind him pushed the new shells up the conveyor belt to the gun position, and they worked hard, because the more the cigarette holder talked, the faster he played, and even the heat of the barrel burned through the shell.

On the lower deck, the maintenance technicians moved quickly. Some drilled under the pipelines and cables, adjusted this, screwed that, and some used their fists and correction sledgehammers to knock other things to ensure the reactor was running.

Through the thick glass opening, he repeatedly looked towards the core of the reactor, where the little sun was burning angrily. It arched the crackling jagged currents and provided them to the anger of Fat Mao.

The farts work everywhere, adjust and mess around. The heavy goggles and gloves protect their weak farts. This is the most noisy part of King Kong. Every step of it shakes the room.

The device screamed, the reactor made a continuous, hissing roar, and the little sun roared louder with each shell that hit the shell.

After a while, the idea guy yelled down through the pipe.

"The third-level plasma overflow drain seems to be overloaded!"

He used the technical language that they sometimes use, but none of them can understand correctly.

The maintenance technician looked at the machine suspiciously, and a part of it glowed red. He didn't think they should be in this way, which might not be good.

"Ok,"

He responded to the idea guy like this.

"Don't use me!"

The angry voice of Da Jiba gushed out through the horn.

"Fix it! A few pairs of nails should be able to do it."

The maintenance technician could only drill through the crowded reactor room and let a smasher lift the nail. He smashed the nail twice with his No. 4 hammer while ignoring the smell of weeping and roasting dwarfs.

He stood up again when the metal lost its color.

"It's done."

He yelled:

"Head, done!"

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