Orc Tyrant

Bal Jijin held a blood-stained machete tightly to his chest, and the roar of thunder in all directions resonated with his beating heart.

He is a low-level guard with a glorious yellow helmet. He was sent to this place to be stationed soon. His small group has just been established. Currently, there are not enough 100 strong high-level guards. There are not many capable guys in this place.

A sudden invasion interrupted his plan a few days ago, and Bar Zijin had to lead his only sixty-six little brothers to defend the fortress. Before they had time to replace their weapons, most of them could only use some pathetic way. Arm yourself, such as spliced ​​iron pieces and old tools.

He looked around the messy passage, wondering how long he could support by their small amount, maybe what he could do was turn into the hard-to-recognize scorched flesh under the wall.

The temperature in the passage is very high, and those **** invaders are roasting the entire fortress. Bar Zhijin raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and exhaled a deep breath between his teeth. This situation is really crazy. The lower level of the fortress is basically occupied. Those fire-loving **** will burn everything in front of him. The idea of ​​repelling them is ridiculous enough in itself.

Bal Zhijin’s sturdiness is rare in Bloodfang. The tall and muscular body allows him to save his life in battle, but for those high-temperature and flammable black water, a boss will be burned to death. The difference between dying an **** is not that big.

His little brothers all looked at Bal Zhijin nervously, hoping to gain some courage.

A roar came from the depths of the passage, accompanied by heavy footsteps echoing, this is an unknown sign, the enemy has arrived.

"Give them something to look at!"

Baer raised his weapon to encourage the boys.

A cluster of light flashed around the corner, and Bar Zhijin knew that this was a sign of an attack. He quickly commanded two boys holding big shields to squeeze in front of the team. Originally, he was disdainful of using this cowardly tool, but now he can’t Don't rely on it to save your life.

Phoo~~~~~!

The orange-red flame tumbling and whistling, squeezing the little air left, rolled over the sides and the top of the head, like a hot tongue, sucking all the moisture.

The two boys in the front held high shields to block the further invasion of flames. Their skins were roasted yellow by the flames that penetrated them, but they clung their teeth and insisted.

The temperature suddenly increased, and all the boys felt the blood boil.

The flames will not last long. When the darkness re-covered the passage, Bal Zhijin quickly rushed out from between the two shield-holding boys, stepped on the hot floor, and launched a swift offensive.

At the corner outcropping, a tall Oak was hurriedly holding a short knife trying to resist. He carried a huge wooden structure leather backpack on his back, and there was a fart concealed on it, pushing and pulling the lever forcefully. The rucksack was filled with black liquid, and a hose stretched out to connect to the kid's left hand.

Barr was just like thunder, and he didn't give the opponent time to react at all. The tough hose blocked the guy's actions at this time, making him unable to raise his other hand.

"welcome!"

The serrated machete cut the guy's neck at once. The pain caused him to wave his hands frantically. Baral pressed his head, and while withdrawing the weapon, he brought a large piece of flesh and blood.

Immediately after a stab, Bal Jijin stabbed the blade into his backpack, scared the **** screaming above him.

After a brief silence, the ruptured skin burst into flames, wrapping the boy and the fart into a huge fireball. The screaming roar shook Bal Zijin's eardrums, and the sudden high temperature forced him back away.

"Wow!"

After the fire, a hostile kid suddenly rushed to him, and the barbed wooden stick violently hit his left shoulder, directly scrapping the simple shoulder armor.

"Go away!"

Barr, who had lost consciousness with his entire left arm, returned with a brutal head hammer from the opponent. At that moment, he felt as if one of his fangs had been broken, and his entire face was squashed under the fiery pain, but he could also feel the movement of the guy's skull.

Some ridiculous thoughts flashed through his mind for this profit.

Before the kid fell down, Bal Zijin's knife slashed at him frantically, one after another, until his fragmented body had nowhere to slash.

But he didn't have time to breathe, and more enemies were pouring out of the tunnel.

The boys behind swarmed up, crowding with the enemies in the narrow space. The battle has been stalemate around the corner, and the white-handed boy with the quality advantage stuck the enemy with backward equipment in the passage, waiting for reinforcements.

"A Kong, there can be trash under your hand."

Looking at the raging fortress, the tall Ouke with black patterns made a disdainful voice, and squinted at the guy who was tattooed like him, but riding Skugger.

"Go in but can't win."

His yelling not only caused the dissatisfaction around him, but also the two old Ookes who were looking in front could not listen.

"Papacoka, can't you close that stinky mouth."

One of them turned his head and stroked the Scrooge hairstyle on his head, with a very unkind tone.

"Apu, what kind of stuff are you? If I hadn't beaten those red-skinned ghosts back, you might have lost your head."

"I can get rid of your ass!"

"Don't accept it!"

The chests of the two Ouke bosses touched each other, and the exchange of sight seemed to be able to wipe out fire in the air, and the surrounding boys also drew their swords at each other, and the atmosphere became tense for a while.

"enough!"

The last silent boss Ouke spoke up, and he turned around and pulled the two big guys apart.

"It's not over yet! Waiting for Guk to chop your heads!"

"Bashar, don't pretend, I know your kid hasn't moved much, so let's go together!"

"Yeah, where's your kid!"

The Ouke boss who pulled them away obviously didn't expect that they would get involved with him, and he was stunned for a while before talking about it.

"Didn't you say that, in case Guk comes, I will stop it."

"I can get rid of your ass!"

Both guys slobbered at him at the same time.

The four of them were originally from the same big tribe-the Black Fire tribe.

They also once had an ambitious boss. That boss once conquered dozens of tribes and almost covered the entire southern wilderness. The four of them also followed the boss Waaagh very happy.

Until one day, their powerful, cruel, and cunning boss died, unexplainedly dead in his own treasury, without even trauma, the boys found nothing, except for some strange feathers.

As soon as the boss died, the entire tribe began to split, and many guys who thought they were ambitious started to stand up, and a big mixed exercise began.

Naturally, the four of them were unwilling to do so, and formed the four tribes of Kuanghuo, Scorpion Tail, Fang, and Cleft Blade, and formed a rare alliance of offense and defense.

Until a long time later, the four of them stood out from all competitors by virtue of their fragile alliances, inherited most of the heritage of the Black Fire Tribe, and became the four largest tribes in the southern part of the Wasteland.

This raid was also the result of their negotiation, and the reason was very simple-fear.

Expansion in vain has threatened their status, such a boss will never be satisfied with everything that exists, only to grab more. In order not to be knocked down, they chose to take the initiative to give Gu Ke a color and let him know that he was not easy to deal with.

"You two idiots! Do you know what a backhand is! Waiting to be stabbed in the **** halfway through!"

The guy who was sprayed immediately jumped up and roared loudly, as did the other two, and the scene suddenly became more chaotic.

"Stop arguing! The vain boy is here again!"

The first guy who was sprayed issued a warning, and the other three quickly put down their dispute and stood up to look at them.

"so much!"

In the distance, two green torrents were rushing here, one of which was still flying the familiar **** battle axe flag. They thought they had already repelled the red guys.

From this look, it is obviously just a pioneer.

"A Kong, let your kid quickly take over the land, and I will block them!"

"Papacoka, I will go with you!"

The two bosses who had been quarreling fiercely just now immediately formed a coalition force, and the mighty team quickly divided two groups to meet the two reinforcements from nothing. For this raid, the four of them prepared piles of boys. Although the specific number cannot be counted, it is definitely the most.

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The other boss personally led the team to the fortress that had been fighting for a long time. The only lively command camp left with the boss and his boys.

"Gu Ke, will you come."

Bashar looked into the distance, his expression a little nervous and a little frightened.

On the battlefield, the **** melee has begun, and Apu and Papacoka are playing very hard. Although they have black oil and burnt boys, this thing is not as reliable as steel after all.

The southern part of the wasteland is barren than other places. There is even very little wood buried deep in the sand. Many boys can only use bone weapons. They often have to pay a great price to face the strong enemies of Jiajian. This is the cruel reality, they are fighting steel with flesh and blood

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This is already the seventh day of the raid, or to the point where it is no longer a raid, they are all fighting directly with nothing.

Odds? Bashar has his own ideas.

Woooo~~~~~~~~

He stood until his legs were sore, and Bashar was about to give up. When he led the boys to retreat, the distant sky sounded a dull horn.

He immediately climbed up the highest sand dune, his eyes widened.

"coming……"

In the setting sun, the blood-colored banner stood against the wind, and the behemoth with silver helmet and silver armor pounced on its prey with boundless killing intent. Bashar's body trembled inadvertently and turned around.

"Boys!"

He let out a roar of excitement.

"change!"

The tribal flag that was originally flying was suddenly torn off, and a white-handed flag was slowly raised. Bashar, who was later called the second or fifth guy by the boys, officially opened his own scene!