Orc Tyrant

The battlefield outside the Black Fire Fortress has become a slaughterhouse of unparalleled scale, and the betrayal warriors who have been distorted by hatred are engaged in a fierce battle unmatched by their former compatriots.

Powerful God’s machinery walked on this ground, and death followed. Warriors and traitors flowed in blood. The craftsmen released their fantastic creations in each other’s queues in a twisted manner, creating **** destruction. .

Across the Ugar Basin, thousands of lives died in seconds, and the inevitable promise of death was like a dark curtain shrouded in every warrior's head.

The army of the traitors held on, but their front was bent under the raging attack of the loyalists, and only a little manipulation by fate could make it fall apart.

"Go ahead! Don't stop!!!"

The fists that Guk swings around are like a pair of silver steel balls, and wherever they go, they are full of broken bones and armor.

He has thrown away his gun because the ammunition has been exhausted, but this does not prevent him from becoming a deadly killing machine.

No sword can hurt him, and no bullet can penetrate his armor. His actions are clean and neat, and every action can kill the enemy, smashing the wedge-shaped battle formation of the guards deeply into the front of the traitor.

The warhammer hung behind his waist was like a weight carrying endless weight, but he would not pull it out, until he was able to face the abominable rebellion, he would show its terrible use before Xue Hen.

He is eager to go past his fighters and blaze a trail among the traitors to search for Gulsuth, but the battle is still anxious. He still can’t let go of his command to make a grudge between them with that damned pseudo-king. It's over.

The flames and noise of war surrounded him, the wreckage of tanks and collapsed fortifications were filled with smoke, bullets, rockets and lasers were intertwined in the air, and the sound of explosions was endless.

Screams and blood flooded his senses, and thousands of Ouke fought together on the chaotic battlefield.

Even in his fury, Guk still saw that a terrible farce was being staged.

After this battle, many things will change. Even if they win the final victory, some unbreakable things will be broken, and there may be effective imitators in the future.

From this day on, the boys must truly fear themselves, and they must also feel that it is right to do so.

Between the killings, Guk thought so.

Suddenly, he heard cheers and shouts coming from behind, although their meanings were able to penetrate his killing frenzy after a while.

He smashed the head of a rebel with his iron fist, and turned around to see the delightful scene, a torrent of water was sweeping from the weak east side of the battlefield.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

When he recognized the familiar flag, he shouted proudly.

Scrap Viken led his war gang members to the battlefield. Due to mechanical failure and transportation, they missed most of the battles, but they finally caught up in the final battle.

Although only less than double digits of Ouke Fearless appeared on the ground, the power of the loyal was more than doubled in the blink of a finger.

More importantly, the place where they appeared was the weakest area of ​​the rebel defense, where the defenders were completely unprepared to face the impact of a group of steel behemoths.

The form suddenly reversed.

Woooo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

War drums and horns screamed hurriedly, and after witnessing such a terrifying military display, a wave of clearly visible fear spread across the traitor’s front.

Guk’s experienced eyes could see that the traitor army had lost the appetite to continue killing. In panic, their troops began to retreat from their positions in batches. Even the Golden Armored Army was also retreating. They were overwhelming in this. Facing the power, I was timid.

He also saw the slender black figure in the distance directing his warriors to retreat to the destroyed fortress. His blood-stained blurred blades were like some terrifying and **** headhunter tribe, and Gulsuth...

The smoke dispersed in front of him, and Guk finally saw the goal he had been looking for since he came to this land.

Wearing shiny golden armor, he saw Gulsuth.

This former little boss called the most despicable of his followers around, wielding a gleaming giant sword, and guided them to retreat towards the black wall.

Behind him was a long metal pole, on which was propped a ridiculous battle flag and several heads, one of which was the boss that Guk knew.

The overlord sneered, realizing that this guy knew well that fate was destined to have a duel on the withered plain.

"Gulsute!!!"

When Guk finally saw Gulsuth, he knew that the rebellion had also noticed himself.

A suffocating frenzy of hatred and betrayal raised within him.

"You shameless guy jumping! Get out and face me! If you are still the boss!!!"

Facing the furious overlord, the traitors retreated from the loyal at an ever-increasing speed, leaving tens of thousands of corpses on the ground.

The scale of this fight did not escape Guk’s eyes. Although his blood sang for victory and the immediate fight with Gulsuth, he did not ignore the casualties suffered by the Loyal Legion for all this.

He watched the enemy's front dissolve in front of him, and the loyal fighters were exhausted because of the fierce battle, and appeared to be staggering behind the fleeing enemy.

He summoned his guards to his side, and then used a simple communicator to open a communication channel to contact Mogdrogen and the warlords.

"They are defeated!"

Guk shouted:

"Look at how they escaped from us! Now chase, not let an enemy escape!"

"understand!!"

The warlords roared in unison, but Mogdrogen had other opinions.

"Gu Ke, I thought that I should let the boys rest for a while, bandage the wounds, and then plunge back into such a terrible battle... I also found some weird shrimps, maybe they will do some tricks, it is better to let the guns go first. Boom for a while, anyway, we have a lot of shells, or just smash this place."

"Do not!"

Guk roared, his voice extremely excited.

"The traitors have already been defeated, and now just a little more effort can completely destroy them!"

Then he shut off the communication channel abruptly and turned to face his guard.

About five thousand majestic warriors surrounded him. The silver horned helmets were surrounded by electric arcs. The blood-stained weapons were still sharp. They told him with pride that they would obey any orders he gave, whether they retreated or rushed again. Fighting hell.

"Let the weak ones rest and lick their wounds!"

Guk shouted, raising his fist.

"Tell me, do you want to rest!"

"kill!!!!!!!!!!"