Orc Tyrant

The day of the transaction came as scheduled. In the port area cleared by Yakya, 130,000 Arkham refugees were confined together, waiting for an unknown terrible fate.

But unfortunately, the sea was filled with fog on this day, which made Guk doubt whether the transaction could go smoothly, but the messenger was very sure that the transaction would go smoothly.

At noon, the thick fog remained, and just when Guk's patience was about to run out, a giant ship smashed through the thick fog and appeared on the coastline.

Behind it was another battleship of similar size, followed by smaller cruisers and destroyers. They lined up and found the location of the port area in the dense fog.

Ooh~~!

The siren sounded, and the captured harbor staff began to tow the warships to the berth, and Gu Ke boarded the ship for the first time.

"It's all made of iron?"

Guk stomped on the deck under the foot. Although it was covered with planks, he could feel the solid metal underneath.

"Yes it is."

The messenger waved his arms proudly beside him and said loudly:

"The Sea Monster-class battleship, the Ridgeback Turtle, has a main waterline length of 115.8 meters, a total length of 125 meters, a width of 23 meters, an average draft of 8.4 meters, a maximum draft of 9.1 meters, a displacement of 14,000 tons, and a full-load displacement of 15,200 tons, under normal ventilation. The power is 9000 indicated horsepower, the maximum speed is 17.27 knots, the maximum speed is 17.27 knots, the coal storage capacity is 1,100 tons, the maximum load capacity is 1,490 tons, and the endurance is 2780 nautical miles/14 knots. ."

With so many data he said, Guk didn't understand one of them, and he was concerned about another issue.

"Such a big iron bump, why doesn't it sink?"

"Uh... buoyancy, that is, um... You can understand the hollow inside, Maharajah."

"The hollow iron bumps can float, I understand..."

Gu Ke nodded suddenly with a sudden realization.

"You are Guk."

A rude voice interrupted the conversation, and the messenger immediately bent down when he heard it, while Gu Ke turned his head to look.

The pale complexion, the Chosen Lord Molière, in a red armor, walked slowly from the command tower, with a huge scythe resting on his shoulders, and the ailing captain followed him closely.

For the first time, Guk smelled a strong smell of blood and rancidity from the opponent.

The other party came to him and stood still, although his height was one-third worse, he still maintained a certain arrogant attitude.

He took the war sickle off his shoulders and slammed the blade on the ground against Guk, as if it were a threat.

"I heard that you can fight."

"Want to try it."

Guk laughed, showing his mouth full of fangs.

Molière also smiled, the same fangs.

Then he sniffed and swept his gaze down, his eyes were immediately glued to the long knife on Guk's waist, his eyes filled with undisguised greed and desire.

"This is what you got from the gluttonous prince..."

Guk is also looking at this interesting guy. To be honest, it has been a long time since he dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this human being was like a corpse rather than a living person. His skin was tight but not alive. The luster that any life should have, and his blood vessels are also blue-black.

Suddenly, Molière stretched out his hand to Guk's waist.

"what!"

The next moment, another more powerful hand strangled his wrist, and in the short time before he had come to wave his scythe, he suddenly lifted him up and fell back to the ground fiercely.

Bang!

It was like a cannonball hitting the deck. Amid the huge impact, debris from the wooden planks splashed around like shrapnel, and the foredeck was shot out of a big crater abruptly.

The messenger and all the blood worshipers present were shocked. Even some sailors had already put their weapons in their hands. As a result, the guards responded by pulling out their guns and battle axes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Don't, don't be impulsive! Lord Molière, you..."

"I'm fine! Put away your guns!"

Molière, who got up from the pit, rebuked and all the sailors immediately put away their guns.

He shook his dizzy head and glanced at his left hand, only to find that it was hanging limply on his wrist, obviously all the bones inside had been broken.

Molière sneered, pressed his left wrist with his right hand and twisted it, and immediately returned to its original state.

"You can fight quite well."

Picking up his war scythe, Molière glanced at Guk one last time, and the demon killer on his waist turned and leaned against the turret.

"I will hand it over to you later, and I will be responsible for shipping the ship."

Hearing Molière's words, the messenger wiped the sweat from his forehead, secretly glad that things had not been a big deal.

To the surprise of Liya who was accompanying him, Gu Ke didn't even mean to pursue it any more. He just glanced at his torn belt with amusement, and then began to wander around on the boat.

"What kind of gun is this?"

Guk patted the main turret on the front deck, and the messenger immediately walked up.

"Maharaja Guk, this is a 342-millimetre rifled gun. It can fire armor-piercing and high-explosive rounds. It has 80 rounds of ammunition. The theoretical rate of fire is 1 round in 2 minutes."

Two dark cannons are connected in parallel on an open turret, without the protection of armor plates.

Guk walked all the way to the stern and found that there were also two main guns arranged here. At the same time, there were also 10 small-caliber secondary guns on the starboard and starboard. In general, the firepower did not satisfy him at all.

"How can such a big ship fire so many guns? Are you all hidden!"

"No, no! Maharaja Guk, really no, this...this is so designed, because the center of gravity must be taken into consideration and the seaworthiness..."

Hearing that this guy started talking nonsense again, Guk waved his hand to shut his mouth.

"Go, go, I know, I will do it myself later, and I have brought all the people, so you can figure out how to take it away."

"of course."

Back on the front deck, the captain walked up to the messenger.

"My lord, I didn't mean it was just borrowed to... why did it become a gift?"

Hearing what he said, the messenger sneered and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Everything is arranged by our lord, you only need to follow the orders."

"can……"

Before he said it, a big hand strangled his neck from behind, and then there was a crisp sound, and his head tilted softly to the side.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, the passenger ship is coming right away."

Throwing the captain's body into the sea, Molière picked his chin in the distance, and the messenger glanced at it and found that steamships were slowly approaching in the fading fog.

"Hurry up and make arrangements. The Navy of New California has already come here."

After hearing the words from the other party's heart, the messenger's heart was also tense. He didn't expect that the New California side would react so quickly, thinking that this mist was also the handwriting of a certain Seventh Ring elder to cover this transaction.

"understand."

As the messenger hurriedly left, Guk also called Mogdrogen over.

"Contact the waste city and let Jinya roll over."