Orc Tyrant

The three Oukes only have tomahawks and machetes in their hands. They are trapped in the small corners of the village, with nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, behind them are the only cover, and the howling wind is approaching quickly with biting malice. .

However, the beasts, who have an absolute advantage in numbers, have begun to shrink back.

They were timid, and there was no determination in their steps. When they swarmed up, their eyes were full of fear, and their spears were full of hesitation.

Each wave of offensive pushes Oak back to the wall, and in the end they will no longer be able to stand firm and resist the charge.

However, after six charges, the three Oukes have knocked down dozens of enemies to the mud.

Finally, Adal saw the priest of the beast god.

He had just emerged from a room and was being carried by several evil orc warriors.

The lanky **** stood upright on their overlapping palms, waving the bone staff toward the sky above his head.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dim yellow and cold storm light gleamed on the priest's countless jewelry and silver neck rings. His long and messy hair with feathers flew behind his head, like a spirit banner at a funeral.

He was screaming loudly, howling a vicious curse at the thunderous wind, calling for the gods of the sky, the ghosts of the lower realm and all the **** demons to come and wipe out this group of calamities.

Adal felt a prickling on the surface of his skin, which was definitely not the effect of hail.

"For the Beast God!"

The appearance of the priest and his screaming encouraged the lycanthropodists. They swarmed up again, and Ouke knew that this would be the most difficult offensive to resist, and they roared provocatively.

The fierce impact immediately pushed the three Oukes back.

An Ok's left hand was hooked by two battle axes, and the third battle axe smashed the edge of the arm guard, squeezing out thick blood.

Injured Ok backhand buried his axe in the head of a beastized man, then shook off the heavy corpse and waved his weapon again.

The chisel on the opposite side of the axe smashed the visor of a battle helmet and the eye sockets under it.

There was another Ouke who became the focus of fire. Bullets and bows kept shooting at him, while he was holding the tomahawk and ramming around, but there was no strength or skill in his arms.

Then a brave lycanthrope raised his shield to block the way forward, and Ok's battle axe pierced the shield cleanly and sank into the depth of his forearm.

The axe blade that drove straight in was suddenly stuck firmly by the tight wood. Ouke tried to pull out the weapon, but the shield bearer retreated sharply and released his hand.

Naoke's figure staggered a few times, and at the same time two hooked spears hooked his left and right ankles from below, and fell him to the ground.

The rest of the beasts immediately surrounded him and cut off the opponent's lifeline-four or five sharp blades repeatedly penetrated his body, focusing on places that were not protected by armor.

The Ouke immediately disappeared under the chaotic footsteps, and the offensive of the lycanthrope continued to sweep in.

Ok, with his left hand injured, was already on his knees. There were wounds all over his body, and a puddle of blood accumulated under his feet.

The biggest one is still standing, holding the handle of the axe tightly with both hands, dripping blood on the knuckles.

Suddenly, he saw a large group of enemies suddenly receding like a wave, spreading to the sides, the beast-like priests appeared from it, and the evil beasts still held him in the air with their gathered palms.

He pointed the bone at Ok, and for a moment, it seemed that there were only two of them in the hail ravaged village.

The priest spoke.

He chanted magic secret words aloud, intending to weave a spell to wipe out the enemy.

Around him, all the beasts covered their eyes or ears, and the warriors holding the priests wept and wept because they couldn't withdraw their hands to resist his words.

Oak didn't understand the meaning of those words, and didn't want to figure it out, he held the axe in his hand tighter.

He just wanted to bury the axe blade in the face covered with iron rings.

"Hurry up..."

Adal glanced behind him, and his chief had just spoken. He was leaning against a slippery rock, pressing his bruised and twisted legs under him.

He raised his head and stared at Adal, shaking constantly.

Heat was being lost from the masses of mist erupting from his mouth, and the hail hit them all over, solidifying into white clumps in Kazon's messy hair.

"what?"

"hurry up……"

Casson just wanted to stand up, but immediately got down again, and at the same time pressed Adal's head in the mud.

"Do not talk."

Adal noticed that the priest began to chatter at his soldiers, trying to urge them to charge again to end the matter.

However, they all held back, and the priest became more restless. He has been staring at Adal and Kazon with that horrified gaze, and the other beasts are the same.

Later, Adal realized that no one was actually staring at him or his chief.

All eyes are actually focused behind him.

They watched from the distance the fierce storm that quickly approached in a loud roar and dyed the entire sky black.

Adal also turned to witness the pace of the storm, letting the wind and hail hit his face.

It was an imposing black cloud that rolled over like blood dripping into the water. The sand and hail formed a huge wave under its impetus, like a desert sand dust covering the sky.

Large pieces of crushed ice were swept into the air by the violent whirlwind, like petals flying around. The edge and belly of the storm thundercloud spewed out jagged spear-like dazzling lightning, lashing at the apocalyptic earth.

However, there is something else in the storm.

It left the tumbling cloud behind, and rushed towards them from the hazy flying dust.

That is a monster.

It was a giant beast, a shadow in a nightmare.

It rushed across the burning earth, striding faster than the storm.

The priest’s magic summons a demon to punish the world, but the demon does not seem to be on their side...

waaaaaaaaaaaagh! ! !

"Block him!"

The priest screamed loudly, his warriors were at a loss, but his sharp voice surprised everyone, and he hurriedly bent bows and arrows or raised guns to aim.

The first wave of arrows whizzed towards the approaching demon, and Adal immediately lowered his head.

Soldiers armed with rifles were also shooting freely, sending bullets into the fog, as if trying to nail the storm thundercloud to the sky.

The devil also launched an attack.

It strode forward, and Adal could hear the ground groaning and cracking under every heavy step.

A series of pale skulls and a broken flag fluttered behind it, and its skin was as red as ink. It was different from the red of the evil orcs, but a dark red after the blood dried up and withered.

When it stepped on a high **** less than 100 meters away from Adal, it immediately opened its arms and steadily stepped on a huge rock to jump up.

He leaped directly over the heads of Adal and Casson.

Adal lowered his head again, and he saw the demon holding a giant axe tightly in his right hand, so huge that it almost filled his sight.

At this time, he realized how huge this demon was.

"The beast **** is on top, this is... an Ouk warlord!"