Orc Tyrant

Guk and his pet are on the watchtower on the highest level of Blackstone Fort, looking down at the outline of the huge metal creation shrouded in darkness.

For a long time in the past, this was his home.

Time flies, his army is getting stronger and stronger with every war, and Guk is becoming more and more like a ruler, no longer the boss of the boys, and no longer a simple and direct tool.

However, from the perspective of Ouke outside of him, Guk's sense of existence seems to be gradually disappearing.

Since witnessing this behemoth in the abandoned city, a certain disease has slowly burned in his blood, eroding him day by day, and he has become easily distracted, isolated, and listless.

Although the vitality in his eyes never disappeared, they also became depressed and bitter.

He has already begun to stay away from the other Ouke, the group of fighters gathered by him at the beginning, although he still leads them.

His confusion and distraction have not yet affected his leadership prestige, but the more he hesitates because of confusion, the more disturbed some of the Occan existences are.

For example, since last week, he has stopped sleeping.

Although sleep seems insignificant for an Ouke, they only need a few hours of restorative rest a week to survive, and they can also stay awake for a very long period of time, although this will have a certain impact on their physiological functions. pressure.

However, Guk claimed that he no longer needed sleep and rest at all. Between marches, he would almost always wander alone outside the camp, looking at the half-dark void among the stars as a substitute for sleep.

Sometimes Liya could almost feel what was tearing his mind.

What is it, or is it a creature? An existence, silent but not silent, is hiding in the deep darkness.

Is it calling him, or threatening him, cursing him?

She can't tell.

She couldn't even judge that this was real, or just a certain infinite refraction of his temperament.

Spy on the soul of an Ouke is by no means a pleasant experience. He is a king, a fortress, lonely and unbreakable, but his soul dances with thousands of other voices that squeeze its existence.

Is one of them stronger than the others? Is that what he heard?

He always refused to talk to others, and Liya couldn't penetrate his aura to see the truth.

She was curious, did he hear these existences on the conscious level?

But she must admit that his indifferent perseverance always makes her feel cold.

The only thing she could judge was that Hanan, the mirror image of the soul, was howling trying to get his attention, but he completely ignored it.

The pressure of such an existence must be far beyond the reach of reason.

"Master, do you need some wine?"

However, perhaps he sensed it, or was accustomed to guessing her thoughts, a smile appeared on his face rarely, although this smile looked terrifying to other creatures.

"You take so much care of me, it makes me seem to be broken into pieces, don't worry about it."

Finally he mentioned this, Liya would never let this opportunity slip away.

"Master, you seem to have...being troubled beyond the limit, why don't you let me help you?"

"Help me?"

The smile in his eyes disappeared.

"You go where you need it and do what you need to do. You are my microphone, not my ass."

"Everyone in the kingdom can see that you are a little troublesome, but only I can see how deep your troubles are. Master, you are troubled by something, something that I can almost hear and see. It seems to be hidden in the wind... it is growing, and its burden on you is increasing."

Liya was so close, and her attitude was so determined. Guke suddenly realized that the other party didn't intend to ignore the matter as before, if he didn't appear so confused and exhausted when he returned this time.

"This existence..."

He spoke slowly, suddenly looking hungry.

"The sound you feel, have you traced its source?"

"I tried."

Liya nodded and admitted.

"I tried thousands of times, but there was nothing...no source."

"Liya."

His voice came from his throat, as low as a roar, full of threats. This was the first time he called the other person by name instead of using other titles.

"You crossed the line."

Liya deeply understands that Guk is an extremely good fighter, and he has everything a successful war leader needs.

However, he is not flawless, and he must always be cautious when dealing with him, because his anger is always burning in his body, ready to erupt at any time, and his stamina seems to have been almost exhausted this night.

"I didn't cross the line, master."

She replied like this, clinging to Guk's ears with her hands, lowering her head, and pressing her forehead against the opponent's forehead.

"It's my duty to tell you the truth, Master, I know that other Oaks don't dare to do this, but I would rather be torn apart by you than to see you keep going like this...what is bothering you? , My master? What is eating away your mind and soul?"

Guk closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I remember that you are not so reckless, Liya. It is not your nature. You need to force yourself to commit the crime. This is not instinct in your blood. Why are you so insistent on this matter?"

At this moment, she thought she had convinced him. Although he warned not to pursue this too deeply, she believed that the wisdom and sincerity in her words could finally pierce his secret armor.

"I believe in my perception."

Guk opened his eyes sharply, and Liya saw another trace of irritation in his eyes.

"Your unclear concern comes from ignorance of your own feelings! If you know something, you will never continue to ask."

"Then tell me, Master, tell me what is in your dream? I once saw you beat yourself in the face in your sleep. I once heard you repeating two names. What is it? Who is it? Calling to you?"

When she met his eyes, she knew that she had indeed crossed the line.

His lips twisted into a line, and he stroked the two blade fingers of the giant claw, making a harsh noise of metal scraping.

Through the spiritual connection, another female demon felt her nervousness. This time Guk only brought Liya, but kept her and her kind together.

"Are you messing with him?"

"To shut up!"

Liya immediately interrupted the other party's connection.

"Your speech is full of arrogance, arrogance in your bones-I feel like you know a lot better than others, and know well! You think that you are the only one who has mastered wisdom and is proud of yourself."

"It's not like this."

The harpy explained immediately:

"I just hope you can believe me, believe in Mogdrogen, we are your advisers, your subjects, and what we say before you is true."

"Ha, bow to those two faces?"

He turned around and pointed at the behemoth in the dark with cold anger.

"Tell me, do you also bow down to God every day, do you think you can't do anything without it?"

She was speechless, because denying anything from him was humiliating each other.

"Mogdrogen told me more than once that I should believe in them, because without them there would be no us, how ridiculous and absurd, when I crawled out of the ground, the first thing I encountered was not them, and It’s an **** who died early! I smashed it out with a fist today! I never prayed, nor did I pray, their voices were just noise to me."

His voice is rough and tough.

"If you want to speak, Liya, speak with wisdom, strength and trust, even if your speech is ridiculous, at least you can accept it...but don't speak just because of fear."

He shook his head, as if something disgusting was approaching, but this simple action made Liya feel more ashamed than his accusations.

"But Master, you now..."

"I will have a good talk with Mogdrogen, don't talk about this issue now."

The end of a month happens to be the end of this volume