Orc Tyrant

Arid danced through the battlefield, and while he was fighting with barbaric fun, the physical pleasure caused by the sight and sound of the killing rushed and spasmed in his body.

His armor was dented and cracked in a dozen places, but these injuries only stimulated him to play the crazy dance of killing more brutal. As early as preparing for the battle, he had repainted every part of the armor with colorful colors. Surface, to stimulate one's recently renewed vision.

He also strengthened his weapon in a similar way, and the terrifying and disgusting shape of the deformed long sword accompanies each of his fatal blows, which can ignite his senses.

"Look at me and realize the darkness of life!"

The chief fan of the Blurred Blade, Yalid, screamed during the battle. He was frantic because of the killing. He had abandoned his helmet long ago, just to better feel the chaos of the battle—the roar of the guns, the tip of the knife After the buzzing of the flesh, the explosion and the sharp trajectory of the cannonball across the sky.

He is eager to be able to participate in this unparalleled battle with his master, but the Shadow Prince has made sufficient plans for this battle.

Suddenly, an arrogant frowning movement changed the expression of Arid's ecstasy, and he spun with a precise beheading blow at an Ork warrior wearing black armor.

plan!

In these plans, how can there be time to enjoy the reward of victory? The power and desire awakened in his body through the ritual of flesh and blood are born for this, and rejecting them is rejecting one's nature.

The crazy warrior raised his hand to pick up the enemy's helmet that had just been cut off by him, and pulled out his head from it, and spent a moment savoring the stench of blood and the charred flesh burned by his sword.

"You dirty green skins!"

He cried with a serious mockery:

"But now you are dead!"

He spit on that hideous face, then laughed and threw it high into the air, but was torn apart by the almost continuous jet in mid-air.

The howling of crazy laughter and the low and low sound of humming swept over, he fell to the ground, and then a deadly star dart rainstorm roared over his head, the volume was unbearably high, but Arid was there. He screamed happily when the noise rushed past him.

He jumped up, and in time saw a group of giant Oukes with bright armor slowly approaching him. When he saw that the leader was the burly Grak, the primitive joy made him grin, the warlord’s armor The logo made him stand out like a beacon in the dark.

In the next second, the hissing collision noise plowed a huge ditch on the ground beside him, and then exploded upward from the black sand like a volcanic eruption. Behind him, Silas saw the twisted body of Yalid. Image, and he himself feels the joy of the bones in the fierce battle wind.

This Eve Blade decorated his armor with jagged iron spikes, and peeled off the skin of the deceased to decorate the armor pieces covered with blood.

Like Arid, he was also changed by the flesh-and-blood ceremony. His exaggerated chin kept his mouth locked in an open state and screamed continuously.

There were only two deep cracks left in the place where the ears were once, and the eyelids of both eyes were cut open, leaving them in an open state, never closing.

He still took the saber he once had, added barbed handles and grips, and gave the metal long sword the magical power like a tongue, turning it into a terrible weapon.

Together with their companions, they released a wave of discordant scales, which caused a dozen Ouke to twitch. Arid expressed his gratitude with a scream, then jumped forward, and the sword pointed directly at Grak's throat.

"What the **** is it!!!"

The horror that Glak witnessed almost cost him his life.

Even the most disgusting nightmare in his imagination could not compare to the blurring blades in front of him, even though the enemies who had fought before were already unwilling traitors, at least they could still use their thinking to understand.

And these were things he couldn't understand at all, a group of twisted freaks who publicly displayed their depravity.

A damaged monster, wearing armor covered with blood-stained human skin, screamed and fiddled with a weird weapon. Its shoulders emitted deadly sonic energy and star dart fragments that could shred the strongest warriors. , Turned into broken armor and liquefied flesh and blood exploded.

"Whatever you are! Cut it!!!"

Just as Glak raised his ripper to block a sword that slashed towards his head, he found that the twisted face of the opponent was split in two, like a cut mirror.

This warrior was like a dancing snake, laughing and howling, spinning around Grak like a madman, slashing and attacking frantically.

Compared to a twisted long sword, the Ripper is a terrifying heavy weapon, capable of slashing through all armor easily. Grak adjusts the direction as fast as he can, blocking every record of that sword He slashed frantically and tried to get the opponent with a single blow, but even if he was as fast as him, he did not dare to expect to be able to rival the opponent's speed like a snake.

"Damn!!!"

His furious warlord reached out his hand and grabbed the fallen sword of his opponent between his fingers, and a violent explosion erupted between the two.

He twisted his wrist and broke the blade of Yalid directly, leaving only the length of a forearm above the guard.

But Glak also grumbled because of the pain, feeling the skin on his fist and the molten metal of the handguard sticking together. He saw this Guge's shrimp lying on his back, the armor on his chest in the remaining temperature of the explosion. Bubbling, his screaming face was a mess, and the burnt flesh and exposed bones made it look terrifying.

Although a hand burn brought a little bit, Glak grinned under the helmet, and he stepped forward with heavy steps, preparing to give a vengeful blow to the hateful enemy.

When he lifted his foot and stepped on Yalid's chest, he spouted a puff of blood, and the strength of the warlord of Ouke was enough to crush him easily.

In a short second, his movements were suspended because of disgust, but all that Yalid needed was nothing more.

The broken sword was swung upwards, and the body of the broken sword was reactivated with the energy of light, and slammed into the root of Grak's left leg.

A pain erupted in Glak's body, and Yalid cut the remnants of the weapon upwards, and the pieces of molten armor dripped onto the black sand in the blood spray sprayed by the warlord.

Blurring Blade got up, his weapon also sawed into the breastplate from bottom to top.

Grak tried to move, but his armor was locked in place, the shadows obscured his joints, and Yalid stared straight at him.

His face was particularly horrified by the flames of the battlefield, the skin on the surface of the muscle tissue was completely gone, the white bones protruding from the cheeks on both sides, even in the thunder of the battle, and his lips were burned. Arid's next words sounded terribly clear to Grak.

"thank you."

Arid opened his leaky mouth and gurgled and said:

"It's amazing."

In the next second, a fist the size of a warlord's sandbag hit his face hard, and a pale eyeball attached to soft tissue flew up.

"Speaking of you jumping and criticizing!!!"

The intense Waaaagh energy accompanies the electric arc, smashing the shackles on Grak's body. He drew out the broken sword from his body and clasped the Ripper with both hands, like a comet directly hitting Yalid in the air.

"pain……"

What remained in the mind of the former secret guard who had sacrificed everything was the painful echo, and then he lost consciousness.