Orc Tyrant

A creature climbed up the vent of its lair, every step of its ascent was a difficult victory, and every breath of it was like a barking beast.

This sound was swallowed by the fighting of the scavengers deep below and the sound of splashing water, turning it into another echo of this violent song of eternal reincarnation.

This upward journey is very long, but this creature doesn’t care. Time doesn’t make sense in this cave anyway. There is only darkness here, only the collision of sharp teeth and claws, and only the body of water soaking in the carrion of the loser. The suffocating smell.

This creature is the winner. It defeated its opponents and maintained its status as a hunter from beginning to end rather than becoming a prey.

Now it stood up again, paved the way to the upper level with the corpses of its enemies.

It has been patiently preparing for this climb for a long time, but this patience has nothing to do with the experience of being forced to endure the passage of time.

There is no concept of time here, only fangs, claws, rotten flesh, broken bones and struggle.

Patience is the top priority of survival. It fights, it kills, and it does hard labor in the endless night until it feels the time is ripe to start this journey.

Its breath is so painful and so rapid that even if it is discovered now, it cannot pose any threat.

Fortunately, no one noticed it, and in the shuddering darkness, it moved upwards little by little.

It has done this in the past. It has tried countless times to calculate the time, and each time it is forced to slide back to the bottom, it will advance a little bit more than the last time, but this time it will be different.

This time, the creature will reach the upper level and bring the cry and death below.

The darkness in front of me gradually turned into a hazy.

At the top, a circle of dim light spots gradually became wider and brighter, and the breathing of this creature became thunderous due to overstretched physical strength and uncontrollable rage.

Finally, it was able to barely see the things around it. It yanked and jumped quickly, clumsy and powerful, and climbed to the edge of the cave.

It stopped there, waiting, holding its breath, and even though the urge to suppress it with all its strength was so strong that it made its body tremble involuntarily, there was no sound.

It listened to the actions of nearby enemies, and tracked their footsteps patrolling around and their laughter when they insulted each other.

The next moment, when the time came, the creature leaped out, roaring and piercing its claws deep into the guard's body, enjoying its fear.

"How many more hung up?"

When Jinya heard the bad news again, the little patience in his eyes immediately disappeared.

Not far away, the little lycanthrope mumbled a bunch of nonsense as usual before he died.

He raised his dusty fingers, pointed at his enemies, and uttered some foul language about their non-existent family and elders, as well as some particularly vicious curses surrounding their non-existent offspring.

But every Ouke couldn't understand the enemy's insult, but there was something in the curse of the lycanthrope that made Jin Fang's face particularly ugly.

The guy lay on his back on a slope, and the impact of the bullet knocked him down in the dry red soil. The blood on his animal skin quickly condensed in the afternoon sun, and the dirty fur gradually became stiff.

His legs were unnaturally limp, obviously his spine was not a complete one anymore.

Jin Ya walked up to the dry river bed to examine him, the red horizon and the blue-black sky intersect in the distance, and the setting sun stained the edges of the rocks with a bright orange red.

"Enough said."

Oak on the **** surrounded their boss, staring at the dying enemy on the ground, with weapons in his hand on standby at any time, and the evening breeze blew a string of skulls behind them to dance.

"Where is your nearest den."

The lycanthrope with the sand on his face raised his head and muttered something, blood piling up on his lips.

"How many?"

Jin Ya could understand a little bit of the beast-like language, and he was aware of sounds similar to numbers.

"How many people do you have in this place?"

"you……"

The animalized man opened his mouth and said, and Jin Fang immediately moved his face closer.

"what?"

"You **** stuff..."

Behind Jinya, his first officer immediately raised the gun, but Jinya stepped on and broke one of the opponent's arms.

"last chance."

Jinfang said to that beastly man irritably.

"How many people are there, answer me, you will die very quickly, if you don't answer, I will let the fish bite your bones a little while you are still breathing."

"How much do you have?"

The lycanthrope asked hoarsely, his accent very heavy.

"Ha ha ha... You came from hell, but you can't do anything."

"Can't do anything? You are lying here now."

"Yes, your arrival only proves that evil is everywhere in the mortal world."

The lycanthrope stared at him, his eyes gradually losing their luster, as dim as the sky in the morning, blood pouring out of his mouth, like water in the eyes of a spring.

"he died."

The first officer said so and kicked the opponent's body with his foot.

"The observation is so detailed."

Jinya straightened up as he spoke, and he looked back at the boys behind him. Behind them, a beast-like village was burning, spraying smoke and dust into the blue sky.

At the same time he could hear gunshots coming from the other side of the river intermittently.

"Clarify things clearly, why do some kids hang up inexplicably lately."

Jin Fang said that he rode his own Skug, and the chief mate on the side quickly reported the news that he had just received.

Along the way, looking west from the edge of the river, you can barely see a flat hill. The bread-shaped hill is ten kilometers away, with an intricate wall of red pottery on the top, from here to that. In between, is full of broken flat land divided by river networks and ancient low-lying basins.

Under the dim light of the setting sun, the pitch-black shadows piled up in the depression, and the heart of the golden tooth was also occupied by the same dark thoughts.

His conquest of the rainforest is quite effective. While the territory continues to expand, through large-scale recruitment and acquisition, he already has his own elite power and a large number of cannon fodder boys.

Every day, he was plundering the land of the beasts, destroying their crude farmland, burning their dilapidated homes, and moving forward toward the goal of becoming a warlord.

But the hard bones still appeared, and the place called Wushan by the boys became his old enemy.

For a month, its defenders have turned him away with the use of dangerous terrain, cunning tactics, ruthless determination, and good luck to explode.

Recently, some special deaths have begun to appear in the jungle. Something is hunting the boys. Although the casualties can be ignored, this is a bad signal. This is the first time he has encountered an unrecognizable enemy. It came in a hurry, leaving a few corpses and then disappearing in a hurry.

He had seen the scene, and it was definitely not a sneak attack by a stinky guy. The torn body proved that the attacker was a strong beast, a thing with no less power than Ouke.

Something weird and dangerous.