Orc Tyrant

Mountbatten rushed to an Ouke, who was busy dismembering a soldier.

After lighting up the bullets in the pistol, he slammed the green-skinned jaw with the unsheathed command sword and knocked the opponent back a step, and then stuffed the ignited grenade into the opponent's arms at a close range.

In the sound of the explosion, the shrapnel pierced the green skin and his armor sharply, and its entire upper body ejected a blazing fireball, then crashed down.

Mountbatten took a breath, but didn't have more time to rest.

After persisting for a long time, the defense line was inevitably broken. His command post was already the last stronghold of mankind. The rest of the people gathered here, and the rest of the troops had lost contact.

Without extra time to think, he continued to fire while pulling out the sword with his backhand, rotating the unsheathed long sword half a circle, and holding it steadily.

He immediately started a duel with the second Ouke. He swung his sword against the green-skinned machete, the murder weapon that had just been massacred flying away the flesh and blood of the last victim.

However, the heavy machete with crackling energy instantly smashed Mountbatten's sword and threw him onto the sandbag nearby.

"Sir!"

Seeing Mountbatten in danger, his friend Bronze Hutt dropped his gun and threw two **** of flame at the Ok.

The fireball exploded on the side of Ok's helmet, knocking the big man to the ground, but it did not die.

That Ok quickly got up, his scorched face full of anger.

But Bronze was ready for his witchcraft, two groups of extremely cold energy rushed out of his hands, and the Ouke was hit in his throat and chest respectively.

The two impacts made it stagger back, and the shattered armor rose from him like two clusters of ice crystal particles, and blood poured out from the facial features.

Soon, the Ouke sat slumped on the ground with blood blisters on his face, but he tried to raise his weapon again.

Mountbatten rushed over. He put away the pistol, held the unfamiliar sword that he had just picked up in both hands, and used two ferocious slashes to smash the injured Ouke-a forehand hit across the visor, and a backhand hit slashed. Pass the neck and go straight through the spine.

The Ouke's huge head rolled to the ground, and his headless torso fell over.

"Waaaaaagh!"

Mountbatten had just turned around when he encountered the third enemy.

A huge monster swooped at him, and Mountbatten noticed that the Ork's shoulder armor was covered with a horrible pattern, and the other parts of the armor were engraved with countless unknown graffiti, as if it were some kind of madness emblem.

In a panic, he tried to block the chain saw and battle axe with his sword in his hand.

Sparks flew, and the two-handed chain saw axe, which was as huge as a monster, gnawed at the blade of the sword and knocked it over in an instant.

Mountbatten immediately bent over to dodge the two attacks that followed, then drew the dagger from his boots and pierced it straight into the opponent's belly.

It felt like it was stuck on a hard rock. The dagger only pierced in a small amount. Mountbatten tried to pull the dagger out, but it stuck.

As a result, his opponent became violent. He swung his sword at Mountbatten, and the general had to avoid the chainsaw that moaned towards his face. He was forced to let go of his weapon and leave it there. In Oak's body.

The Ouke warrior pounced at him, bent on breaking the duel. It held the huge chainsaw tomahawk in both hands and swept left and right, intending to chop off this already defenseless human.

A soldier came to cover Mountbatten, but was instantly split in half in a swirling blood mist.

While the opponent's chain saw was still biting the warrior, Mountbatten untied his belt, leaped towards the enemy, threw himself behind the opponent with his bare hands, and strangled the opponent's neck with his belt.

Of course he didn't want to strangle an Ouke, which is unrealistic.

Oak roared, and with a force on his shoulder he lifted Mountbatten away, and the opponent let him be pushed away.

Because he had ignited the grenade hanging on the belt. .

The Oak smelled the smell of gunpowder close at hand. He lowered his head, but saw that he had put on a "necklace" unknowingly, but instead of jewels, three or four grenades were hanging.

boom!

The shock wave of the explosion even overturned Mountbatten a few meters away, but at least he was not dead, but his head was dripping with blood.

Mountbatten shook off his damaged hat and stood up again. He picked up a pistol and fired at Bronze, who was releasing the flames. Several Okers were running rampage among the soldiers.

He could hear the deputy commander Kells shouting out tactical instructions to organize the defense and try to repel the enemy. They are still holding on, but the line will eventually collapse.

Hundreds of Oukes have stepped through bunkers and trenches, and some even surged up the steep **** of the rear trenches. The number of defenders on the position could not take into account all directions. Simply put, they were already surrounded.

After a few minutes of fierce fighting, Fask brought a group of remaining soldiers to support. Mountbatten thought they were all dead, but he didn't expect to be able to kill them back.

But this cannot change the situation.

The firepower pouring into the position at this moment is extremely huge, and the rain of bullets has caused a large number of casualties. Even the gravel splashed by the bullets on the bunker is deadly.

"I received a signal!"

Bronze Hutt shouted to Mountbatten over the roar of the battlefield.

"New signal!"

"What is it!"

"Ok has captured Cardillon!"

Mountbatten was dumbfounded, or in fact he already had some hunches, because Oak’s offensive was obviously completely different from a few days ago, too chaotic, too unstructured, like an unorganized thug-even though they used to be like this. , But there are always some trajectories that can be pondered

trace.

At that time, Mountbatten had already wondered whether the commander of Ouke, or the leader of the warlord who should be called, had already left here and crossed the gap in their defense.

At this time, this hunch is really fulfilled, then the meaning of their insistence here completely disappears.

"How did the evacuation result!"

The first thing Mountbatten thought of was the people Cardillon was evacuating. He hoped that at least their death battle would be fruitful.

"The personnel have basically been evacuated!"

After receiving this news, Mountbatten secretly relieved that these tens of thousands of people finally did not die in vain.

"what should I do now?"

After dispelling the approaching Oak with a gust of wind, Bronze Hutt came to Mountbatten. His tough face was covered with sweat and looked a little weak. Using witchcraft for a long time was dangerous for wizards. exhausted.

"Do you want to break through?"

Mountbatten considered for a moment, then shook his head.

"We can't leave, old friend, you go, I know you must have your own way."

Since Cardillon has fallen, the road to withdraw has been completely cut off, and the end of the only second division has long been doomed.

"But I received an order."

Bronze’s face was a little gloomy. He pressed his right hand on Mountbatten’s shoulder, and a triangular pendant slowly floated into the air on his chest.

"what?"

Mountbatten felt something was wrong, his vision was distorting, or the surrounding air was distorting, sound and images were moving away from him, and the world became hollow as if it had fallen into an abyss.

He held the opponent's hand against his shoulder with his backhand, but found that he couldn't help it.

"You must live, we...need a hero."

When he finished speaking the last few words, Mountbatten's five senses were completely paralyzed, and he stared at each other stiffly, his skin seemed to be touched by countless small cold hands.

At the last glance before disappearing, what remained on the retina was another friend, deputy commander Kells, being cut off by an Ouke.

Everything has gone away from him, and will come back again in the next moment.

When he took a closer look, he found that he was in a room full of incense, and Bronze, with his eyes closed, was lying on the ground, breathing faintly.

"Back! He is back!"

Then, the strong sense of weakness drained all his strength, and he fell on the blanket like Bronze, and the wizard in white immediately walked up and put him on a stretcher in a few seconds.

In a daze, Mountbatten seemed to hear the screams lingering in his ears again.

Then he sobbed uncontrollably...

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