Orc Tyrant

"It's hot! Wow!!"

"Help! Elder, I'm on fire!!"

They frantically waved their arms covered with flames, their hair and beard were lit, their coats turned into fuel, and the chain armor and iron rings were burned into their flesh and blood.

The beasts on fire immersed their heads and rushed to the nearby puddles, but at this time the liquid could no longer extinguish the burning flames, so they collapsed one by one, lying on the sizzling puddles and burned alive.

In the end, they all turned into scorched and burnt corpses in flames, like sculptures burned in the winter, like slightly human-shaped firewood, blazing in the hail of the sky, driven by the fierce storm. The blow became more intense and dazzling.

"Waaaagh!"

The demon suddenly appeared from the flames, and its whole body was scorched to black, as if it were carved from a piece of coal.

The heavy fur and the broken battle flag he was draped with was leaping with blue flames, and a pair of moonstone-like sharp eyes flashed in the smoke-covered face.

He roared again, similar to the roar of a predatory beast, but not only his eyes but also his sharp teeth gleamed in the dark appearance-long fangs that human lips could not contain.

The demon stopped and buried the giant axe blade firmly in the ground, letting the axe handle point directly at the sky.

Two flame arrows hit him, he tore off the one hanging on his shoulder armor, and let the flames lick his fingers.

Afterwards, he picked up something from his side, some heavy metal object fixed to his back...

"Don't make a noise!"

Adal opened his mouth slightly in surprise, but was immediately blocked by Kazon's bloodstained hands.

The demon took out a long box with a handle. Adal didn't understand what it was for. He only knew that it was a demon's weapon. The demon used it to point at everyone in front of him.

The next second, the box made a roar like thousands of thunders overlapping, and the loud noise was suddenly triggered, deafening, unprecedented, and made Adal twitch in consternation.

A large group of firelight flashed rapidly at the front end of the peculiar box in the devil's hand, echoing the intermittent roar of thunder.

The nearest wooden house was trembling and turned into nothing, the walls were completely dissociated into wood chips and rivets, the beams and pillars of the house burst, the door disappeared, and the soldiers hiding behind the house became scarlet. Bloodstained.

Several other houses quickly followed suit. The devil used that roaring flame box to aim at each wooden house, and the invisible hand of annihilation destroyed those buildings in turn.

A thick cloud composed of wood and atomized blood rose from the killing field and drifted away with the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the pitch jars that had not been thrown exploded.

Phoo~~~~!

The flames of purgatory blazed to the sky, even in the piercing cold wind, Adal still felt the scorching heat wave.

The destroyed house suddenly caught fire, as if cremation was held for many great heroes.

Smoke and sparks spread wildly like swarms of fireflies, and the gale engulfed the thick black smoke rising up into the sky, smearing it almost horizontally in the sky, like a thick tumbling fog.

Soon, the demon's box stopped roaring.

He dropped his hand and stared at the priest isolated on the roof.

The completely failed lycanthrope crouched and suddenly appeared a little smaller. Several surviving lycanthropes crawled across the house under his feet and fled hurriedly to the far end.

The demon raised the box again and pointed at the priest.

"@#&%*%!"

It said something that Adal couldn't understand, and then the weapon fired and banged once.

The priest's head and shoulders disappeared into a pink blood mist, and the stump flew out from the roof, as if someone was pulling his body violently from behind.

The devil walked towards the two surviving Oukes. The high temperature of the burning asphalt had melted the hail on the ground, creating a tumbling purgatory, and greedily swallowed the debris into it under the cover of rising steam.

Suddenly, when the demon was halfway there, he crouched down and grabbed a corpse from the ground, then pulled with both hands, letting the blood splash on his face.

The smoke that covered his face and forehead was washed away, turning his blackened face red. Then he got up and walked to the two Oukes.

Adal heard them communicating in rude Occitan, but he couldn't understand, but after a few words, the big demon slapped the two little green men.

The murderer, who was extremely fierce before, behaved as docile as a sheep at this time, just lowering his head and letting the red monster roar.

Suddenly, Adal saw one of the two surviving Oukes, raised his finger to the puddle they were in, and immediately all the hairs on his body stood up.

"They found it!"

In extreme fear, Adal wanted to turn around and ran, but Casson immediately pushed him back into the mud.

"Don't move if you don't want to die! Get down! Hold your breath!"

The experienced Casson knew that running was definitely a dead end at this time, so he chose the safest way-pretending to be dead.

Adal tried to suppress his breathing, and then he heard it, heavy footsteps approaching a little bit, and his heart began to beat fiercely involuntarily.

One point, one point, after the footsteps are heavy breathing, and the smell of blood that is so strong that it is suffocating.

Although facing down, Adal knew that the other party was already on top of their heads, maybe he was looking down at them, maybe he had raised his axe.

He thought of the battle axe again, so huge, enough to divide himself in two...

At the moment when his body was about to tremble, he bit his tongue abruptly and restrained his emotions with pain.

When a stream of heat hit the back of Adal's neck, he was almost crying, and there were signs of uncontrollable lower body.

At the moment when he was about to collapse, the footsteps sounded again and gradually moved away.

But after a long time, he didn't dare to raise his head, until Casson pushed his shoulder, and he lifted up his muddy face.

"Are you scared to pee?"

Casson looked at him with disgust, and Adal turned his head and saw that he had accumulated a puddle of pale yellow liquid behind him, still emitting a sorrow.

"I thought I was going to die."

"We are lucky this time, let's go quickly, and we can live a little longer below."

The two crawled out of the puddle, Ok was gone, leaving only the burning village and the corpses in one place.

After groping in the ruins for a while, Kasson finally found the undamaged entrance, and took Adar into it.

Only then did Adal let go of his hanging heart, and he was finally safe...temporarily.

But when he thought of facing such a monster in the future, he realized that his life was still so fragile and cheap. This time he survived, what about next time?