Orc Tyrant

The atmosphere in the fortress has been very weird recently. Everyone has fallen into a kind of blind tension. It may be due to the increase of the alert level by General Yusuf, but Pegudor is more willing to believe that it is because of the rangers. Terrible signal.

They refused to carry out any suicidal investigation missions. The matter had already reached the brink of mutiny, and Yusuf agreed to their request.

In the last large-scale investigation, they verified a problem that Yusuf had been worrying about-the Ouk tribe seemed to have been unified and was gathering here.

The weather is still sunny, but invisible clouds are covering the entire line of defense.

Peggedo wiped the dust from his robes and walked out of the meditation room. The incense was briefly wrapped around him, and was quickly wiped away by the breeze. The surrounding soldiers nodded to him.

While he replied, he walked to another meditation room, and Pegudor was going to visit the second Raven Sect wizard besides him in the entire fortress-Kaman.

Kaman is one of the volunteers sent by the Three Witches, and he can be regarded as an acquaintance of him. Although they have their own mentors, they all practice in the dense language forest. In a sense, it is a relationship of scholars. The shaman still maintains the ancient way of education. The instructor leads his disciples to practice in secret places. There are nine such places in the entire empire.

Pegedo stood outside the door of the meditation room, feeling the rising tide of Hanan through the thick wooden door.

Any wizard is extremely fragile and dangerous when meditating, and should not be disturbed for any reason. This is the first lesson that Peggardo has taught as an apprentice in the past.

Taking out his pocket watch and taking a look, Peggedo estimated the time. They started at the same time, and it stands to reason that they would end at the same time. Their daily meditation is not for a specific purpose, but only for tempering their spiritual entity. Long-term immersion in Hanan will not only fail to achieve the effect, but will also be dangerous.

Waiting quietly, Peggedo did not show a trace of impatience. He was still intertwined with the scene a few days ago in his mind. What is the interpretation of the omen in Hanan? Do those mountains refer to the nearby rooftop mountains?

As if throwing a stone into a calm lake, Peggedo felt a hint of disharmonious ripples, which quickly turned into turbulent waves.

Something happened to Kaman!

Without hesitation, he gathered his strength and pushed the door open.

"Kaman!?"

In the small space, there is milky white incense. They are so strong, like a viscous liquid. With the surging of the airflow, they roll out different scenes, and there seem to be countless strange faces with wicked smiles hidden in the depths.

Kaman sat on an expensive blanket, his eyes closed, his face pale as if he were dead, covered with fine beads of sweat, and an ominous breath emerged on him.

"Damn it!"

Peggedo knew that he must be in trouble in Hanan, he walked quickly to the opponent, held Kaman's forehead with his right hand, closed his eyes, and sank his spirit into the vast ocean.

The air became strangely quiet, the incense became thinner and thinner, and even Pegedo's forehead began to seep sweat.

"Damn!"

"Well!"

Suddenly, two voices of different tones sounded, both full of pain, and Kaman and Peguto suddenly separated and fell to the floor.

"Ahem..."

The young Raven school wizard gasped in pain, accompanied by a dry cough. When he opened his eyes and saw everything around him, he immediately looked like a flat ball and collapsed feebly.

Peguedor endured the soreness of his whole body, struggled to get up from the ground, came to Kaman's side, and pulled off his upper collar.

"Hiss~~~"

Taking a breath, he saw scars of horror, irregular black spots extending from the neck to the armpits, which reminded him of that terrible big mouth again. If Hanan is all these things, he would rather live his life. Witchcraft is no longer used.

This time it was really an escape from the dead, and even Pegedo felt that Hanan was a little abnormal recently.

But the main cause of the matter was the young wizard lying on the ground, his recklessness almost ruined himself, just like the self before.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peguto."

Kaman's voice is very weak, and his eyes are full of guilt, regret, and regret.

"Let Ms. Ekaterina treat you."

Peggedo had no intention of reproaching him, in fact, there were his reasons for this.

A few days ago, I asked Kaman to study the prophecies he saw. At that time, he was immersed in joy and did not notice the curiosity and envy hidden in the eyes of young people. It seems that Kaman does not just want to be a simple Researcher, he also hopes to get his own predictions.

"The Hanan tide has become turbulent recently, and we have to be more cautious."

A soft voice sounded, and the two turned their eyes to the door. A slim figure was bathed in sunlight, so holy.

"I……"

The young wizard struggled to get up, but the pain of a torn tendon made him fall down immediately.

"Kaman, what are you doing? In such a nervous situation, you are still causing trouble for everyone."

Ekaterina was not alone, and other wizards also came. Catliel still exerted his poisonous tongue characteristics, and his mockery flushed Kaman's face like a whip.

"Close your stinky mouth, or I will throw you out."

Another taller wolf sect wizard held Cattleil's shoulders. He was the senior of this fellow and his mentor, and he was fully qualified to teach him.

"Originally..."

Under many angry gazes, Catlier could only shrink back obediently.

The Deer Wizard examined the wound, and his expression was also very surprised. This is not something that ordinary hunters can cause. She looked at Pegged to the side, but the other party shook her head, and she immediately showed an understanding smile.

All this was seen by the wizards present.

The matter soon ended. Kaman, who had received the treatment, was taken back to his room for training, and other wizards dispersed. Although Ekaterina invited Pegged to have afternoon tea, he had just experienced the edge of life and death. There was no such interest for the time being, and he politely refused the other party.

In non-war time wizards are still relatively free. Compared to soldiers, they don't need to participate in any training. Peggedo originally would go to read books after meditation, but today he made an exception, and he wandered aimlessly in the fortress.

Sometimes thinking about nothing is a kind of rest in itself.

On the playground, the officers were teaching the soldiers the skills of close combat with Ouke, and the high-level officials even printed a bunch of so-called "Ouke Operation Manual".

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, to be honest, just by looking at this thing, Peggedo might think that Oak is just a bunch of scumbags with empty fat, no brains, and a weak personality like a maiden, but in fact... it’s just him. Come, if you really follow the instructions above and go to fight with Ouke's bayonet, there is a high probability that either your head will be twisted or your arms will be removed.

But what can he blame? Do you want to tell the soldiers that what they have to face is a group of monsters that will not die after a dozen shots, and can smash them with their fingers?

Peguedo strolled along the inner wall, and came near the simple camp that had just been built. Many young people with blank faces were being reprimanded by the officers, and the whip sounded from time to time.

Their General Youssef seemed to have finally solved the problem and pulled all the reserve militia brigades in Aksum to the fortress, but what can these people who just put down their hoes and pickaxes do? Do they know what they are facing?

Peguedor is not a hypocritical person, he knows that war is like this, throwing everything into the mixer, crushing the enemy while also crushing himself.

How many pairs of watching eyes will eventually be filled with tears?

The sky was stained blood by the setting sun, and Peggedo wandered like a ghost on the empty inner wall. At present, most of the defenders of the fortress are concentrated on the outer line. Yusuf built three delayed defense lines within one kilometer of the fortress. Formed with trenches, he didn't want to be rushed directly under the wall by Oak, although there were no signs of a large-scale attack, and even the daily sneaking disappeared completely.

Walking all the way to a position close to the station, Peguedo stopped. He saw a group of tall warriors wearing wolverine masks walking out of the station.

The empire’s rare pure melee organization-the Fierce Warrior regiment, composed of a large number of Badger wizards, used to shine in the early phalanx era of gunpowder weapons, but with the rapid increase in long-range firepower, such an "expensive" organization Also appearing less and less in the Imperial Army. Because the Badger sect wizards often serve as low-level officers, the Lieyong Regiment is often referred to as the Officer Regiment.

Seemingly aware of the observer, the badger wizard who led the team raised his head.

The eyes of the two met and they separated quickly. Then the Badger wizards hurried away. There were about three hundred of them. Peggedo didn't know where Yusuf found so many strong wolverines.

With such sufficient defensive power, it seems that it should be safe, Peggedo thought so, and ended a day of little gain.

As soon as he got up the next day, his door was knocked.

"what's happenin?"

Pushing open the door, I found that outside the door was Ekaterina with a look of panic. She looked like a frightened bird, all trembling.

"what happened?"

"Kaman is dead!"

"what!?"

Walking quickly to Kaman's bedroom, the door was already surrounded by wizards and high-ranking officers. Yusuf's face was pale, his mouth kept mumbling, and a faint smell of blood wafted out of the room.

Peguedo pushed away from the crowd, and as soon as he squeezed in, he was immediately stunned.

This is a scene that only appears in a nightmare. The whole room seems to be swept by a strong wind. A cold body is lying on the side of the bed. There is a weird smile on his face. The original position of his eyes is replaced by two The deep blood hole replaced it. On the gray-white wall, red and black lines frantically wrote the same sentence, repeated thousands of times.

The beast is coming.