Orc Tyrant

"Help me up..."

After all the hustle and bustle calmed down, a figure crawled out of the loose mound squirmingly.

Adal helped him stand up, leaning on a rock, and the dense hail gradually began to pound and sting their cheeks.

Ahead, a group of gloomy peaks made up of huge dark clouds straight into the sky, blackened like the faces of the hanged dead, and are quickly involved in this land that has been repeatedly devastated by war.

The storm was raging, with hail flying all over the sky. Such a heavy storm thundercloud was very rare in early summer. No matter how you look at it, this is terrible news.

At that swift speed, they couldn't run far before the storm topped.

"Where are we?"

Casson asked, panting, squinting at the corpses scattered on both sides.

"We are probably in the middle of luck back home."

Adar hasn't remembered what happened just now, he only remembers a deity-like steel behemoth, a deafening roar, and a strong flash.

Then, there was no more. He fainted. When he woke up, only the corpse was left beside him, and there was a chief who almost became a corpse.

"Hurry up, it's not safe here."

They stood up from the ground, simply packed up some useful things, and then proceeded towards the original goal. As for the heavy weapons required to be carried, they could only choose to abandon them.

They walked for ten minutes, and Kasson followed the route in his memory, avoiding any suspicious movement. At this time, the enemy discovered it. It must be a dead end. Only luck and alertness can survive.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, Adal pointed to the front and asked.

They were quickly approaching a village on the west side of Fort St. Spear, which was almost a checkpoint, with only a few houses on the dry hills.

This was originally a supply point transfer point, but now it is empty.

A row of spears was nailed to the ground in front of the village. There were six or seven spears in total, like the pillars of a fence.

And, at the end of each spear handle is a **** human head.

Those heads were facing their direction, and the eyelids were fixed in a round state.

They are all lycanthropes, they were probably sentries or captives here before, and they were used here after being beheaded by Ok, similar to a kind of warning.

"A bunch of green skin and shreds!"

Casson took a sip and cursed in a low voice.

Adal was looking forward to this damned journey to end quickly. He was exhausted and could no longer cope with any emergencies. .

"Keep your distance, I can see you."

The two of them slowly approached the village, and Kazon remembered that there was a hidden entrance that could lead directly to the many shelters under the Holy Spear Fort. Of course, it was extremely difficult to find.

It was very quiet along the way, and even gave them the illusion that they were safe, but they did not dare to relax, staring at each other and moving slowly, it is difficult to say what is safe on the battlefield...

"what!"

Suddenly, Cassson screamed, and an arrow hit him.

More arrows came one after another, nailing them to the ground with a rattling sound, and some of them shot through the air due to lack of strength.

Adal immediately dragged Casson into the dirty puddle on the side, and his arrow-throwing officer almost snapped the tip of his tongue in order to suppress the howling.

Two arrows were nailed to Adal's backpack. He noticed that these were all fish scale arrows-cut and polished from the rigid scales of a monitor lizard, with barbeds like comb teeth leaning backwards.

The arrow stuck into Kasson's body is such an arrow, never try to pull it out.

And this kind of arrow is their own.

"Kill them!"

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, it was the beasts shouting, and it was accompanied by a heavy footstep.

But he did not jump out recklessly, but guarded the comatose officer, observing what was happening ahead.

Three sturdy figures ran out of a certain house, the green muscles were draped with thick armor, and the long fangs on the protruding jaw were like wild weeds. According to the memory of the old people The narrative, they should be the legendary Ok-the cursed green demon.

Behind the three Oukes, there is a large group of lycanthropes holding weapons. There are probably hundreds of them. They chased while shooting arrows or shooting guns. The arrow rain that hit them before was obviously injured by mistake.

They appeared in the village out of thin air. It is very likely that these three Oukes accidentally found the tunnel entrance of the lycanthrope, and then walked in recklessly, but now they were chased out instead.

When the number of enemies is very different, they also know that they should retreat.

But now, it's obviously a bit late.

They were forced under a broken high wall, surrounded by beastized people, and they could only roar and roar non-stop in order to retreat the approaching enemies. ‘’

"kill!"

But the lycanthropes did not intend to give up the exploits they had obtained, and under the command of the commander, they immediately launched a charge.

waaaagh!

Now that there is no retreat, the three Oukes can only move forward.

They raised their axes high and slashed at the faces of the first row of enemies, and then waved their weapons from the bottom up to resist the second row of enemies.

After a brief retreat, the animaloids rushed forward again, like the furious waves of the turbulent sea.

However, there is still a big gap between the strength of the enemy and ours. Adal Qingyan witnessed the shoulder of a compatriot who was much stronger than him was cut off, and the jaw of the other was broken into pieces.

Ok, the oldest, slapped the iron warhammer on the face of the next Orc warrior who rushed to find the flaw, and smashed the opponent's nose into his head.

A spear tried to break through its flaws like a poisonous snake, but was blocked by another battle axe, and the big man Ouke opened his mouth while the spearman's door opened wide.

The next wave of offensive came one after another, but was immediately crushed by the Oukes.

However, every time they were forced to step back a few steps, shouts came from nearby houses, and more warriors came to join the battle.

"Do they have enough manpower?"

Adar muttered to himself as he watched the **** battle. He was breathing heavily, his entire face was bloodless from pain and exhaustion, and he felt that he could not survive a second of such a cruel battle.

Thinking about it this way, farming is more suitable for you.

"Not enough..."

Suddenly, a weak voice came from his ears, and Adal turned his head and saw that his chief was awake.

"...I haven't seen these signs on Oak."

"Captain, how are you?"

"Can't die, press it for me!"

Following the other party's instructions, after pressing the leg artery, Kasson pulled out the dagger and scratched the middle part of himself. He knew the effect of this kind of arrow very well, and only in this way could he keep the leg and his life.

He bit on the dirty rag, cut through the flesh and blood while avoiding the blood vessels, then slowly wrapped the arrow with the cloth and pulled it out little by little.

"what!"

A few seconds, as long as a century, when he pulled it out, blood immediately gushed out like a fountain, he quickly blocked it with a cloth, and then took out a can of thick black liquid from his rucksack and applied it to the wound. .

While Kasson was dealing with the wound, Adal turned his attention to the battle.

A large group of soldiers have gathered here, many of whom are warriors, veterans of war, and rare evil beast elites.

Those rugged warriors have strong arms because they wield long knives, and they are stunned because of their extraordinary blood.

Now they have packed the entire village-this is a real army, already the largest crowd that Adal has ever seen in his life.

All these fighters need to do is just to kill three enemies, three Oukes.

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