Orc Tyrant

"What?"

Guk's eyes widened, and he couldn't understand Liya.

The harpy servant helplessly put down the thin piece of paper in his hand and explained patiently:

"It's a book of war. The New California Republic has officially declared war on you and your kingdom."

"Have their brains been gnawed? Send a team of people to die just for this torn paper? Declare war? Do you still need to announce the battle?"

Guk couldn't help but recalled the human wearing weird clothes. He said he was a messenger and should be treated politely.

Correspondingly, Guk gave him an Oak-style "polite"-now his body should still be hung from the spire of a certain church.

"For humans, it's like this."

Liya sighed secretly and put away the **** war book. She felt that this thing was necessary even as a file.

"Although they also like to fight without declaration."

"Ha, how do you say this in human terms? False?"

"It's hypocrisy."

Liya corrected Gu Ke's words, and only she could do this in this place. Gu Ke was always very tolerant of her personal secretary.

"There is another messenger waiting for you, my lord."

There was a clear disgust in her tone, and Liya seldom concealed her position and senses around Guk, because she knew that the other party didn't care at all.

"It's that kind of blood worship, right."

"Yes, those scumbags."

"Ha, but you still let them come to see me."

Guk made a rare ridicule, and Liya's face suddenly flushed.

"Because they may bring benefits and may have use value."

"Then let them in, I see what they have to say."

When Guk's order was given, things began to progress rapidly. Mangul took the blood worship messenger out of the long corridor, ascended the towering stairs, and passed through the hall full of servants and farts.

Although the blood worshiper Sihuan elder kept his head down, he could hear someone singing in an inhuman language and the rude laughter echoing in the corridor.

The whole hall was filled with a fierce, original aura, and there was also a little frantic energy, and all the objects were brightly decorated with colors-green, white, and red.

The messenger couldn’t measure how long he had walked before reaching the royal court of Guk. He finally stopped in front of two creamy white intarsia doors, with a burly guard in barbaric armor on each side. He took a peek at Naoke. The heavy silhouette of the armored armor, a large number of modifications are embellished by graffiti.

Unlike the oaks outside, these guards wear their unique helmets, with huge silver horns towering on the sides of their heads, and a bunch of red mane on top of their heads.

When the head of the guard approached them, the guard slammed his chest to salute, and then held the two heavy bronze handles on the door.

"Are you ready?"

Mangul asked.

For a moment, the messenger seemed to feel the thumping sound of his heart beating wildly, and he could see the light gradually flowing out from the crack in the door.

"Yet, not yet."

As soon as he answered, the door was opened.

For a moment, he couldn't see anything.

His sight was stunned by the sundial-like light, and the way they danced in front of him made him feel as if he was in the water.

His mind could feel the majestic waves rushing toward his face, the sun-like energy disappearing in the burning, the thunder in the shackles resounded in a trance like the surging core of the furnace.

At this moment, he couldn't be sure whether he was feeling its true face, whether his shallow gaze passed through some elaborate veils to reach its deep truth, or whether it was just excessive tension that messed up his senses.

But he only knew one thing-to stand firm and open his eyes wide.

"Blood worshippers, what is your name?"

When it began to speak, it was as loud as thunder, in the eyes of the messenger, the psychedelic of the entire hall faded into reality, as if ancient words gradually appeared in the bath of chemical agents.

This huge hall is flooded with sunlight filtered by the magnificent towering windows. It was originally where the city council was located, but it is now occupied by barbaric beasts, piled with their unique trophies and decorations.

And the towering throne...

For a moment, he lowered his head awkwardly.

"Return to the invincible Maharaja Guk, my lord Liszt."

He replied humbly, and at the same time he was disgusted with his own squeaky voice in such a savage environment.

"Closer, there is a place for you."

The messenger stepped forward and took the opportunity to look at the surrounding environment.

The frame of the wall was originally made of dark-colored mahogany wood, which was polished to be smooth and round, but now it is covered by a broken battle flag.

A slender carpet was spread under his feet, and wild stitches were woven on the arid plain and the rider leaning over the saddle with a spear, but now there are many dirty footprints.

He glanced at a bookshelf, but instead of old books lined with leather covers, they were pale skulls.

Other weapons were hung on the wall—tomahawks, machetes, machine guns, and many pieces of armor.

The sour smell of soil and metal rose to greet him, accompanied by the smell of leather, charcoal and polished grease.

When he stood still, he heard the gentle ticking sound of an ancient clock from the stone mantel, and the distant faint hum of Okshaman.

At this time, he dared to look up at it.

Its face is very unique gray-white, it is a huge face, noble and with ferocious wisdom, and pride.

Its scalp has nothing else but the green braid made up of silver rings on the top of its skull. A hooked nose is in the center of the tough face, and its eyes are recessed under the craggy eyebrows, and the light flashes like red. Copper-colored pearls, huge mouth and chin form a three-dimensional rectangle.

Its sitting posture is very casual. It stretches out the sturdy body four times the size of an ordinary person on its throne. One hand with mechanical claws rests on the armrest of the skull, and the other hand is placed carelessly on the chair. edge.

The image that appeared in front of the messenger's eyes seemed to be a beast lying lazily in the mottled shade of trees, accumulating massive amounts of energy for the moment of hunting.

He could hardly move, his heart was beating.

"So."

Guk spoke, his slow tone with a sense of oppression as a beast approaching.

"What do you want to talk to me about."

He looked straight at it with twinkling eyes ready to answer, but just then he realized a sudden horrible fact.

He couldn't remember it at all.

"Dear Maharaja Guk."

When he spoke, he prayed that his voice did not tremble.

"We hope to resolve all misunderstandings with you before and release our goodwill."

This time even Liya turned her head and stared at him.

"It was all misunderstanding before, because of irrational emotions and blind obedience."

He desperately met Guk's gaze as he continued.

"Our Pope has fully felt and understood your power. We know that it is unwise to engage with such a power. Your conquest and killing are also an inspiration for us to overthrow this stale world. "

Guk's face was motionless like a mask.

Although his expression did not change, the messenger could feel his disappointment.

He felt that he was ridiculously funny. It was a warrior in the complete sense, a machine created to destroy it. It didn't want to discuss the **** about religion and philosophy.

"You think, human."

Guk spoke slowly, as deep as thunder.

"Are you the first person to brag about these bad things to me? If you think so, then you will have a very tragic result."