Orc Tyrant

Although Gu Ke was very angry, he was not completely dizzy. He didn't go directly to Bloodfang Fort. Instead, he first went to Blackstone Fort and ordered the guards and the brat. After pulling the cannon, he rushed here.

The reason why he dared to do this was because of the camps in the wilderness. As soon as Bloodfang was attacked, the nearby camps began to warn, and a large number of boys quickly assembled and rushed to the battlefield under the leadership of the boss.

Although these forces are not enough to repel the incoming enemy, they can hold the opponent and create time for themselves to gather forces.

Now, he came full of anger.

"Set up the cannon!"

As soon as Guk's banner appeared, the morale of all the white-handed tribe boys skyrocketed, but he was not in a hurry to get off the court, but let the mechanics fix a few cannons.

He looked at the battlefield and noticed the surging lines of fire. This tribe has a kind of fire-breathing kid, but they are not relying on special abilities, but the simple flamethrower behind him.

The dark red beast spit out a pungent flow of heat, and its huge prismatic head bite out of thin air, swaying from side to side, as if deciding which direction to attack first, but this is not determined by it, but by the person standing on it. The master decides, by the whip.

"Fight there! Hit hard!"

Guk pointed at several fire-breathing boys piled together, and the mechanics immediately took action, fixed the cannon mount on the wheel, and stuffed the gunpowder and shells into the barrel.

Boom~~!

The continuous roar shook the helper's fart spirit dizzy, and Gu Ke craned his neck to examine the results of the shelling...

"Kill! Fuck you! Give me a hammer!!"

Papacoka slammed a sledgehammer and smashed a kid's head together with his ridiculous yellow horned helmet. There was a bloodstain on his bare chest that extended to his waist, which was the result of the death blow of the guy opposite.

These guys have much better weapons and armor than his boys, and they are constantly in number. In the melee, they are completely at a disadvantage and can only rely on burning boys to support them, but their black oil will be used up. Wait until that time. If he couldn't fight back these crazy white-handed boys, then he could only run away.

He didn't intend to fight to the end with nothing here. To put it bluntly, if Bashar hadn't insisted on it, he was actually unwilling to drip in this muddy water. After all, Guk hadn't bothered him.

More white-handed boys rushed up, Papacoka fought and retreated, and the boys around him also retreated, but many of them were chopped down, chopped over, and turned into a corpse before taking a few steps back.

"Burn the boy! Hurry up!"

After retreating for a certain distance, a few big tall men carrying flamethrowers came forward, and the farts behind them crazily infused the skin with pressure.

Orange-yellow tongues of fire gush out from the hose in their left hand, licking the battlefield greedily, and many boys who can't dodge are immediately lit into a ball of fire, howling and rolling frantically, but they can't extinguish the flames on their bodies. An offensive was immediately stopped.

"Follow me!!"

After the flames died down, Papacoka led the boy who regrouped and launched a counterattack. According to his previous experience, he could at least drive the opponent away from the front line.

He opened his legs and strode forward, but suddenly a cloud of smoke exploded around him, and the inexplicable impact knocked him to the ground.

"What the hell!?"

He shook his dizzy head and raised his head, only to see the terrible scene.

On the right side of his original location, a big pit that can hold three or four boys is smoking. Nearby are the broken bodies of two boys. One of them is not completely dead, but his waist is covered by an invisible giant. The force is torn apart, and the internal organs, blood and hot sand merge together like a cruel painting.

But that's not all. What's more terrifying is that behind him, a ball of flames is rising, and a certain fire-breathing boy suddenly exploded, and he took the two next to him, and turned into coke in the blink of an eye.

"What is it!!!"

Papakoka was inexplicably frightened. He didn't know what was attacking him. The roar in the distance did not attract his attention. He only knew that something was tearing his team apart.

An iron ball, when the roar sounded again, he finally saw it, it was a huge iron ball, rolling through the dense formation with terrifying force, capable of destroying everything that was blocked.

"Guk..."

Looking at the banner in astonishment, the first thought that flashed through Papacoka's mind was.

"...Where is Shabal??"

The White Helmet Guards launched an unstoppable impact amidst the sound of artillery fire. Although most of them had been in Blackstone, no one could order them, so they were not able to participate in the war until Guk appeared.

In fact, they are already hungry.

Just like a burning knife cut into the thick fat, the diamond-shaped formation of the white helmet guards embedded in the battle line that Papacoka was trying to maintain without resistance. The cold steel weapon was raised and lowered mercilessly, and the iron boots stepped over a corpse, looking for the next victim. They slaughtered the enemy as efficiently as indifferent machines, and honed their proficient killing skills at this time became a nightmare for all boys.

Surviving from the shelling, the fire-breathing boys tried to teach these arrogant big tall men, but a gust of spear and throwing axe beat them up and down.

Guk specially organized a group of boys to "take care" them. The distance they breathed fire was actually very close, and any long-range attack could knock them back.

"King! King!"

The white-handed boys screamed frantically, just because the silver giant Ouke appeared on the battlefield.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Papakoca almost wanted to kill Shabal in his heart. The **** said he was going to block Guk, but he put the opponent in front of him. This was like killing himself.

He backed away embarrassed, staring at the ground in front of him, as if he wanted to leave here quickly and return to his lair, but a tall figure blocked his way.

"Shabal! You bastard!"

The **** guy actually appeared in front of him, Papacoka raised his hand and was about to punch him, but the other party sent a dagger into his throat faster.

"I have to say..."

Shabal's smiling face didn't last long. Papacoka roared, pressing his left arm against his neck, pressing his whole body weight and pushing forward, the two huddled together, and the surrounding kid looked at a loss.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining Shabal's face with a weird color, and the dagger plunged deep into the opponent's throat. He turned the handle of the knife vigorously, feeling something cut off.

Papacoka raised the sledgehammer with his trembling right hand, and the blood filled the ground where the two of them were on. Even though he was hit hard, he as the boss of Oak still fought endlessly.

Shabal turned sideways, feeling the heavy object agitate the air, and the sledgehammer passed by and hit the ground. With a flick of his hand, he drew out the dagger, drew the double-edged sword from his waist with the other hand, and pierced it with force, accompanied by the blood of Datan piercing Papacoka's head.

The big mouth with protruding fangs spit out blood foam in the dying gurgling sound, and finally fell silent.

The surrounding boys quickly recovered from their consternation. Only then did they realize that their boss was killed, and rushed towards Shabal with a roar, but a large group of boys with fresh white hand patterns rushed from behind them. Come up and beat them all at once.

Shabal's despicable rebellion caused a wave of killings behind the friendly forces.

"what's the situation?"

Guk stood behind the solid neck of the giant beast, with his left hand pulling the rein made of a thick iron rope to restrain the restless big guy below. He saw the chaos in the distance, but he was puzzled.

"No matter what, kill me!"

With a flick of the rein in his hand, Gu Ke's body shook violently, and the dark red beast, like a chariot out of control, bounced and slammed into the pile of kids, biting and slapped frantically, venting himself towards the enemy Anger that was whipped and restrained.

The situation on the battlefield collapsed instantly. Facing the situation where the boss was dead and flanked back and forth, the boys lost all fighting spirit and began to flee in all directions.

Panic spread rapidly, and a chain reaction occurred on the other side of the battlefield.

"Damn damn!"

Apu ran away lifelessly, completely losing his usual boss appearance. His right arm was cut off, and the torn wound was sprayed with precious blood, chasing a red monster behind him.

The bare black and green skin seemed to be covered with ugly mildew, and the open mouth was turned outwards, revealing yellow teeth, wild howls rolled out from inside, and a **** battle axe hung on it. Strands of skin and flesh.

Grak was eager for revenge. The long battle gave him extraordinary resilience. Even the high-level burns of the whole body were quickly okay. Only the pain of flesh and blood healing was unavoidable, and this became the driving force for his killing.

In the process of venting his pain and anger, he turned into a slaughterhouse within ten meters of his body. Apu almost died there. He vowed to stay far away if he could go back alive.

boom!

A muffled noise interrupted Apu's pace, and the few boys were torn apart by the sudden force, and the broken corpses made him dizzy.

Feeling a huge creature coming behind him, Apu instinctively bent over to avoid it, but from the outside of his eyes he caught a glimpse of a mottled battle axe rising from the bottom up, the rust mixed with the stench of dirt. The smell can be smelled far away.

"What kind of routine is this?"

This was his last thought before being divided into two.

At this point, the battle is basically over. When the guys in the fort find that something is wrong, they have been completely blocked. Even if the last part is captured at this time, they are destined to only become trapped beasts in the cage.

Their boss decided to surrender, lowering his head to show his loyalty to Guk.

At this time, the defenders in the fortress were only left with less than a thousand boys and bosses. In order to reward their tenacity and courage, Guke awarded a battle flag to the last surviving boy with a yellow helmet and allowed him to establish his own The Legion-Bloodfang.

That night, the entire fort was carnival, and the opponents who had fought each other swig each other, and few kids would remember who killed who.

This one is very enjoyable, that's enough.