Orc Tyrant

"Waaaagh!"

Viken slammed the side of a bunker with his right paw, and the cement block instantly shattered, and the pistons in his arms and legs pushed his weight forward, pushing one side of the bunker directly up.

Dried dust and rubble whirled in the air, and in despair, the lycanthrope soldiers inside tried to fight back meaninglessly.

Viken stepped on a piece of meat and blood plasma from his other teaching bunker. At the same time, the iron claws gripped a screaming guy tightly and activated the drill at each fingertip.

The other party's screams turned into terrible wailing, minced meat and bones flying out, warm blood splattering like the juice of smashed fruit.

A group of lycanthropes rushed over. They only had simple spears in their hands. In Viken’s view, there was no fart to beat, but when he saw what was tied to each other’s body, he immediately understood that these poor bugs wanted What did you do.

He activated the flamethrowers on both sides of the torso, the oil pipes emitted high heat, and the nozzles turned from white to red.

Phoo~~~~!

Afterwards, the crimson liquid flame gushed out of Viken's body like a splash of blood.

The first guy who was hit evaporated instantly, like hot water mist, and the things on his body also detonated, engulfing other beasts around him who blew in.

Violent explosions sounded one after another, and the machine gun that collapsed to the ground spun like a head with a twisted neck, and flew directly into the air over ten meters.

Viken backed away a few steps, the flames rushing over him, thick smoke spreading over his body.

The dim underground bunker also became like daylight.

His sensors hissed and his vision dimmed. When the light turned into a bright beam, he stopped and turned and looked up.

The metal body stands high on his right side, its shape is obscured by fog and fire, and under the back carrying the weapon, the angular head is slowly swaying.

The rotten tooth did not die, or it did not die.

"Boss..."

There were turbulent electromagnetic crackles in his low voice, and it was obvious that there were some malfunctions in the sound system.

However, this did not prevent Viken from teaching him a lesson. He stepped forward, scratched the opponent's head with an iron claw, and sullenly roared:

"Next time I will run away without my order! I'll screw off my head!"

"Uh……"

The rotten tooth's return allowed Viken to finally launch a real offensive. They moved forward at a uniform pace. In the iron coffin, Viken felt his remnant trembling.

After encountering the enemy's resistance, they opened fire, and the bunker once again became like daylight.

Many kids are curious about these unfamiliar metal blocks. This curiosity has even overwhelmed the desire for battle. They followed these scrap iron blocks without rushing or running, like a parade surrounded by floats and noisy. Noisy, twitter.

The still tongue of fire licked the broken corpse, and the figures of the boys and the mecha either stepped forward, fell down, or burned, and the dust rolled up by their iron feet froze the moment before they disappeared.

The overlapping explosive fireworks appeared blurred.

As the flares shot high into the air exploded, the particles that emitted dazzling light emptied the final darkness, and the thick smoke mixed with the few remaining traces of blood.

A cannonball or grenade detonated in the wreckage beside him.

The shrapnel hit Viken’s body and limbs, but he couldn’t feel anything—the sound of sharp fragments hitting the steel skin, the scratches that left bright scars on the body, and the There is no heat from the burning shell.

His world is a viewing field of data flowing, and his feeling is the cold feedback from complex instruments.

With every step taken, the pistons in the limbs respond accordingly.

The communication device continued to hear voices, and he saw a member of his own battle group bypassing a pile of wreckage, turning his arms, and then slamming the cannonball into the distance.

Although they can't be seen, the teeth and rotten face are nearby.

When the second wave of enemies rushed into the wreckage of the first wave, red marks began to appear in his vision.

He started to run.

The piston contracted and then hit, and a huge lizard rushed out of the bright fog, and the beastly man had spared no effort to defend this important underground bunker.

But in Viking's vision, it is only a relatively large goal.

As soon as the recognition result formed in his mind, two rockets shot from his shoulder.

The lizard felt the danger and slammed its body, trying to climb and avoid it on the rock wall on the right, but the rocket was faster, one missed, but the other hit its neck. A ball of flame lifted the triangular head from his body.

Viken continued to run towards the embrace of the war, still feeling hungry and thirsty.

boom!

A shock wave of a huge explosion swept across the passage, knocking Ok, who was still shooting, to the ground.

Hundreds of evil orcs forbidden troops appeared at the end of the passage, marching neatly while continuing to open fire on the Ork group that was trying to defeat them.

"It's reinforcements from Command Post No. 3."

The shaman who was trapped in the bunker nodded in the direction of the reinforcements, and at the same time a green skin was in a strange place under his evil power.

"Master Crowbone, we are here to meet your retreat."

The shaman and the remaining soldiers quickly ran to the retreating troops. He is now eager to return to the command post and gather his troops as soon as possible. Their efforts in the gap have failed. The enemy rushed into the bunker. There are many passages. It can directly lead to the main peak of Wushan Mountain, which is intolerable.

"Master Crowbone, General Yaping decided to implement the grave plan."

It was the leader of the Forbidden Army who was talking, holding a large-caliber shotgun, shooting while covering the other people's retreat.

"The report of Command Post No. 5 stated that Ouke's main force has already penetrated the royal court. If we want to blow it up, we must implement it now."

The shaman trembled a little when he heard these words, he tried to ignore all this.

The tomb plan is the last resort. Simply put, it is to blow up most of the underground bunker passages and bury the defenders and the enemy together. This is the final choice, which means that they have failed and can only pull as much as possible. Green leather padded back.

But does this really make sense?

The shaman knows very well that this kind of creature's attitude towards life and death is very trifling, and one act of dying together cannot intimidate each other.

But for the Orcs, when all the elites are destroyed here, what will the end of the entire race be?

He didn't dare to think about it, but blindly followed the footsteps of the Forbidden Army retreating.

Maybe.

In his trance, he couldn't help but have some kind of illusion.

If, if the Holy Wall hadn't fallen so easily, the entire race would not be driven into desperation.

Is it true that their folly has offended the gods?

The shaman shook his head, feeling that even his breathing had become very painful. Excessive squandering of power had caused a serious price. His nose and mouth began to seep out of black pus and blood, and his skin quickly dried up.

After running hard for a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.

There was a sound of horror in his ears. He couldn't hear who was talking, but among the screams, there were more other sounds.

A voice that pierced the depths of his soul.

Join the herd.

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