Orc Tyrant

Namath stared at the earth at dawn.

Where the sun should rise, the ominous clouds hung in the sky, and the sky solidified into dark brown and amber clouds, drifting slowly against the wind.

The cloud was brighter than the sky, with a yellow-white color like the sand dunes in the depths of the desert being exposed to the noon sun. Namath could smell a certain smell in the wind, a smell like burnt resin.

What changes does he think he should find, some kind of sign that can fulfill his premonition, but how to distinguish these clues?

"Boss?"

Namath woke up from his thoughts and looked to his left. The deputy was walking over with the big gun on his body.

"What's the news?"

Namath asked his deputy, who shook his head.

"The two war gangs have already come from the east, and they plan to give the stinker a cruel look."

"I saw it, are the boys ready."

"Oh, of course, boss."

Namath looked over along the undulating stream. The boys had gathered and faced the pale trace of the sun in the dust cloud.

The weapons in their hands are shining in the sickly daylight, and the flag of the war gang is hanging like a dying sail. A group of scattered boys are walking towards them along the lemon-colored slope. The leader is a big guy, look. The banner on his back should be a war leader.

But Namat didn't know the war gang, nor the boss.

He turned his gaze back to the battlefield, and the other thing that surprised him was that the gear boy actually took out all his precious things. A total of three Mao Brothers soldiers appeared on the field.

The dust whizzing by was so heavy that their distant figures disappeared from sight several times, and Namat could hear the occasional metal screams of their large and heavy frame.

With unstoppable steps, they crossed the quietly waiting iron fist battle gang front, looking down on the heavy artillery and weapon platforms, and then marched side by side with the garbage carts of the steel face battle gang towards the army of lycanthropes.

Boom~!

Soon, one of them fired first.

Namath distorted his face and put down the telescope. The pulsating light emitted by Maoge's arm and weapon was dazzling, leaving a bright afterimage on his retina.

"It really shows off..."

He whispered, trying not to let the boys around him hear.

Large and shining energy beams spouted from their muzzles, followed by huge meteor-like light balls, and black heavy artillery shells.

Those two-legged machines appeared to be smoking from head to toe, but it was just the dust falling from their bodies, and the intensive tremor produced by the recoil of the weapons shocked the heavy sand and dust that had accumulated on their huge steel-covered bodies. Go down.

Namath could hear the screams and roars of their laser weapons, and the short thunder of the artillery. Those sounds were rolling in inconsistent with the flash of explosion.

He had witnessed the participation of General Mao in the war. The sight always made him awed. He was surprised by their amazing shooting speed and the colorful beams that gush out from their arms and shoulders like a torrent.

In front of their slow pace, the earth began to wave and twist, giving birth to clumps of forest-like scattered yellow sand, as well as flying mud and tumbling fireballs.

The tremors and flashes of destruction spread out in front of them like a carpet, sending dark smoke and vaporized sand into the pale clouds that came with the beasts, and Namat could feel the strong attack caused by them. The ruthless shock shook his internal organs.

The earth trembled.

The boys around him began to cheer and shout, Namath could feel their desire, this kind of scene was enough to arouse the blood of the most cowardly Ok.

He couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he would risk losing his prestige, which would be fatal to a boss.

Namath wondered how many screaming beasts were gone in the first second, second or third second.

He couldn't see clearly even in the telescope, he could only see the tumbling smoke and dust, the frantic impact without stopping, and the sudden burst of chain fireballs spreading and overlapping everywhere, burning everything.

In an instant, he caught a glimpse of a dark body that might be a giant crocodile rising from the flurry of explosions, and then crashing down like a sinking sea ship.

The smell of gum has disappeared, replaced by the pungent smell of ultra-high temperature gas, tank fuel, molten sand and burnt flesh.

The huge machinery continued to advance, stepping through the scorched earth left by their devastating firepower, like a few people walking in a low-hanging mist.

Their bombardment did not stop. Behind them, the armored units of the Steel Faced Gang began to advance, and Namath heard the distant roar of the main gun fire.

In a short time, General Mao came to the edge of the cloud group and stepped into the pale cloud.

Since the dawn, the ominous mask has finally begun to roll and shrink, as if the three huge war machines were a gust of breeze from the desert, slowly blowing away the dirty clouds.

"ready to go."

Namat led his deputy and walked to the depression where the support vehicle was parked. The boys looked at him anxiously.

But he still felt a deep anxiety, as if he was heading towards something, but now it was too late to consider these, he had to make a choice, there was no way out.

"Let's go west."

Namath pressed the map on a large rock and announced it to the surrounding bosses.

"West."

Everyone agreed that there was Oshan's direction, and it would be a huge and brilliant victory to conquer there.

But the deputy shook his head.

"Boss, I think, go down this ground, walk from here, dry riverbed, if you get too far to the north, we might have to be swept back."

"Oh, come on!"

Many bosses suddenly roared.

"Everything is over long ago, except for the work of collecting corpses."

"Is it?"

The deputy pointed upwards.

"Do you see the sky?"

"Fuck the sky!"

Namath spit on the ground, the boss's fierce energy replaced the previous calmness again.

"I mean, we can walk a shorter distance directly to the stinky guy's den. That's what I mean."

The deputy still insisted on his own ideas.

"Well, let's go!"

Namath told his old buddy.

"Wake them up and tell them where we are going."

The deputy ran over, shouting instructions, and the other bosses awoke and began to deliver orders.

The boys stood up obediently, holding their weapons.

"Move up!"

Namath yelled at them:

"Well, farts, it's time to go!"

At this time, the battle is gradually reaching the top of the fierce battle. General Mao and the armored forces bombard the enemy with full fire. This is the material of the campfire story, and it is something that can make the boys look super great in the tavern and the arena.

The scene of the war turning the whole land into purgatory was extremely shocking. They slowly stepped into the cloud and fog, and the garbage carts of the steel-faced war gang followed their huge footsteps.

Kushbach couldn't imagine how many tons of ammunition were sent into the enemy's front. If a lycanthrope survived, he would be surprised.

They crushed the enemy, they annihilated the enemy, and they overwhelmingly defeated the efforts of the beasts to fight back.

In his gaze, the grand performance has faded out of sight.

The support force composed of the warlord Mao and the heavy cart disappeared into the clouds and fog. Kushbach could still hear them firing, see the flashes, and feel the distant muffled sound of blasting.

The storm, the cloud that completely broke through the fortification front in the early morning, was rolling and dissipating. Kushbach imagined that the molten ground covered with beastized human corpses and reptile fragments was printed with monster-like smoking footprints.

"Action, action!"

The noise not far away suddenly broke his reverie.

"Stand up, you idiots! Go! Go west!"

The formation of the Iron Fist Gang quickly surged, and Kushbach was also ready to join in, and he was eager for revenge.

At this moment, he raised his head and suddenly realized how dim the sky became...

The second is 15 o'clock!