Orc Tyrant

His tone, casually and rudely expressing no interest, was completely overwhelming.

The messenger of the blood worship didn't know if he intended to do so, but it made no difference.

But he was sure that the other party could kill with one sentence.

"No, noble prince."

The messenger mustered up the courage and determined to focus his attention on the task.

"I am not preaching to you, but simply expounding a fact."

"fact?"

Guk closed his eyelids lazily.

"Then what do you want to add."

"It's an honor to be able to talk to you face to face, Maharaja Guk."

The messenger bent down again, his flattery made Liya a bit disgusting, but I have to say that he did grasp the point of dealing with Guk.

For this violent king, the weak low profile is more pleasing to the eye than the heroic spirit.

"I hope to be able to reach a cooperation, or a covenant with you. We are very familiar with human society. We have sufficient information to guide your sharp blade to cut the throat of the unbelievers more smoothly."

Guk nodded, but did not speak. The messenger seemed to be inspired, and his voice suddenly increased by several decibels.

"We can reach a lot of mutually beneficial cooperation and mutually beneficial transactions. Under the watchful eyes of the dark power, you will also get an eternal reward..."

When he said the "dark power", he knew he had screwed up.

Guk stared straight at him, half at a loss and half angry. He changed his posture on the seat, and even these small movements were enough to make the messenger feel that his efforts were in vain.

No one knows what the state of Guke’s heart is now. He hates sitting still, he hates talking, he hates being trapped by his throne, he wants to start an expedition, get lost in the war, and show himself in the eternal war. Extraordinary power.

More importantly, he has never forgotten the outline of the starry sky.

And all this, he does not intend to share with anyone, including those so-called "dark power."

And those hallucinations that only exist in the brain, not all!

Even if the boys are talking about something illusory, but he still rejects any spiritual master, only he can dominate himself!

"are you human?"

Guk asked suddenly, the question came without a head, but the messenger answered him anyway.

"I am, my lord."

"I think so."

Guk grabbed a human skull casually, looked at it, and smiled:

"You pretend to be something else, but your thinking is not free from human beings. They think in the same way as you."

He moved the body on the seat forward and crushed the skull with mechanical claws.

"This is what you want."

There was danger in Guk's voice.

"You want to see us follow the direction given by you and leave a long trail behind you so that you can please those that don’t exist. Your thinking is like this, because your world is made up of lies and fantasies. Rubbish-and such a world needs a rope."

The messenger was expressionless, but he knew that Gu Ke was right, that was what he wanted.

"But this is not what we want. We carry weapons and Skugs with us. We move with the war. We don't chain ourselves up, and we never do that."

His deep eyes were facing the messenger when he spoke, but his voice was not raised. He didn't seem to be indignant at the messenger's remarks.

The messenger finally understood why all the temptations could not move them. Oak was not difficult to organize because of his carelessness. For them, it was a rule, a way of war.

Maybe he should just accept failure in silence, but he doesn't want to admit defeat.

"Maharaja Guk, you may not approve of our doctrine, but from a realistic perspective, we will bring you unimaginable benefits."

"such as."

"A fleet."

"Oh."

Guk straightened his waist, his face finally got some extra expression.

"Be more detailed."

"I don’t know if you have heard about the changes in Cusconar. Before the incident, I actually had the news. Although the emperor’s eagle dogs have been chasing us, there will always be people who want to be honored. People."

The messenger's unpredictable smile.

"An imperial rear admiral plunged into the arms of darkness and power. He constantly replaced the despicable unbelievers with loyal believers, and finally took away a whole formation when the trust council came in chaos."

"Point, what exactly are you trying to say."

"This fleet is currently meaningless to my teacher, but you must be in need of it, Maharaja Guk."

"So?"

"My lord hopes that we can use two battleships, four cruisers, five destroyers and several other ships to exchange the 150,000 prisoners with you!"

After he finished speaking, Guke motioned Liya to approach him with his eyes, and then asked in a low voice:

"How many gasps are there now?"

"Less than 130,000."

"So much less!?"

Liya rolled her eyes. She didn’t know if Gu Ke really didn’t understand or pretended to be. All day high-intensity work was enough. In terms of food, O Ke completely ignored it. It was a stocking attitude and what to find. What, but people are not green skins after all.

The old and the weak are dying in batches, and most of the young and strong are on the verge of death. Every day, thousands of people try to escape, and there are even riots, but without exception, these actions will only cause more deaths.

To survive so much, the harpy is already working hard to maintain it, and they even took out part of their rations.

"Ahem, uh..."

Guk coughed a few times, and then said to the messenger:

"Too much! One hundred thousand!"

"This is a fleet, are you bargaining too hard? One hundred and fourteen thousand, and the rest count as gifts I taught you!"

"Trouble, 130,000 yuan, one price!"

The messenger thought for a while, the pope offered a price of 80,000 yuan, and now it is considered a great achievement to win this, and no matter how greedy it is, I am afraid that the gain will not be worth the loss.

"Okay! I figured out the rest by myself!"

He pretended to look painful, but Liya could see through the smile hidden in the corner of his mouth.

"Wait, then..."

"Yes, just do it!"

Guk interrupted Liya.

"I can see it, it's useless to keep them, it's better to be as good as an ass."

Speaking of this, Liya could only silently retreat to Guk's shoulder.

"When and where."

"I will get back to you later, and allow me and the Pope to report this."

"Go ahead."

As Guk waved his hand, the doors opened all at once, and the messenger bent over and slowly withdrew from the door.

At this time, the people struggling to survive in the various factories and mines of Arkham still don’t know that a more terrifying **** is waiting for them...