Orc Tyrant

"You thief jumping!!!"

Rofek roared suddenly, with more anger than pain, and he backed away facing Ulay.

But when he backed away, holding the handle of his dagger in one hand, he pulled out the jagged metal from Olay's side.

Olay snorted as a reaction to the weapon being pulled out, and then, regardless of the dripping wound, slammed his fist at the opponent's typical Ouke face.

The blow threw the pair back through the wall and destroyed the alley.

"I am going to kill you!!!"

Emotions faded, although only a little bit, when Ole saw something waiting for him outside the broken wall, he realized that he seemed to have missed something.

Rofek fell at the feet of a figure whose head and shoulders were higher than the two Ouke who were facing each other.

"Go away, you idiot."

Rofek growled, still grabbing his **** eyes with one hand.

But when he stood up, he realized who the figure was, and his jaw immediately relaxed.

"Who do you call an idiot?"

Gutka, the leader of the Gough Corps, roared.

The sound was like the beginning of a landslide, sliding out of the trunk-like chest of the war leader.

"Are you two destined not to look like boys?"

Gutka continued, approaching the two cowering Oks.

"Why do you guys fight like assholes?"

Olay was the first to react, which saved his life.

"Rofek is here to discuss his dissatisfaction with what you did, boss."

He said hastily, and stayed away from Rofek.

"This this……"

Rofek was speechless, and looked at Gutka with his remaining good eyes, his little brain struggling to think about how to lie.

"You always like Despa, don't you?"

Gutka laughed, with a cruel expression.

"He can lead the kid, but does he have a plan? He only cares about his trophies. Okay, time is running out. I don't have Gutka's kid now."

Rofek tried to defend, but didn't get the chance.

The other party raised the astonishingly large battle axe and dropped it unstoppably, cutting Rofek in half like a tiny human being in a malicious crunch.

The next second, the debris of the trash guy fell to the ground, and the blood splashed on Ulay.

Olay tried to move, but like a parent reaching out to the wrong child, Gutka grabbed Brokugin's shoulder with his **** hand, lifted him up and kicked him away.

"Ele, you trash."

Gutka said in a low voice:

"Stop scavenging, where is my pistol?"

"pistol?"

Olay stammered in response, his mind confused as if there were a hundred jumping around in a circle.

"Those special pistols."

Gutka roared, shaking Olay to the right degree. That kind of weapon can only be obtained through a special "path". Olay just has such a path, so he has always tolerated this asshole-like guy in himself. Spinning around.

"I know that I'm the boss, I know--"

Olay patted his head and nodded suddenly, so Gutka let him go and let him hobble away.

The trash guy fumbled for his trash bag, and then took out a particularly large, shiny and shiny custom pistol, a large-caliber rapid-fire pistol only equipped for guards, this thing was not available on the market, but was found There is a risk of losing your head.

However, the excellent performance and great power still make many bosses rush, and any guard pistol can be sold at a high price in the black market.

Gutka rubbed his hands, then picked up the heavy weapon, and brought it up to look closely.

"It looks good."

He snorted.

"but……"

Suddenly, the boss raised his weapon at Olay's head, and the trash guy was so scared that he couldn't move.

"Old, boss--"

Gutka smirked and pulled the trigger.

Olay closed his eyes subconsciously.

But nothing happened, Gutka put down the pistol and bared her fangs brutally.

"it's time."

He said so.

"Yes, is it time? Boss?"

"It's time to make a big fuss. Get your kid and do what I said."

Perhaps it was due to this special occasion, or just her imagination, but the eye of war seemed to radiate light, just like those stones reflecting in the sun.

In the rolling hills, tall towers and tents are shrouded in golden brilliance, just like the heyday of Phoenix Palace.

Quelsana couldn't help but laugh at her imagination.

The sky is full of her compatriots. They formed a line and formed a formation and passed over their heads, expressing their respect and showing their strength.

At a higher level, a giant airship bathed in the sun's rays, floating slowly like a sea monster.

In the low valley below them, teams of tanks and trucks roared and shuttled back and forth. Along with the roaring engines of dirty cars and tanks, the roar of six huge war horns echoed in the mountains covered by thunderclouds.

All the mountain roads are almost nowhere to stand, cheering boys crowded every street and alley, and the main army and the central guard team flocked from their respective barracks and fortresses to the wide square, where it was just an ups and downs before. In the hilly area, the mechanics levelled the whole area in just a few days under the order of Guk.

The overlord who gave the order stood on the prominent platform of the central fortress, accepting the ear-splitting salutes from the kids below.

After a while, he turned his head to look at Mogdrogen beside him.

"What do we do?"

The masked warlord nodded.

"Just do it, it's a good thing."

Guk stepped forward, raised his hand to the sky with joy, and looked at the passionate battle group in the distance, just like a king examining his own kingdom.

"There is a bunch of shrimps over there!! They are weak and bad! Always thinking about trouble! Boys!!! Today! We are going to have a super Waaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!! Let them know that we are the biggest! The strongest!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After clearing his throat, Guk announced a brief declaration of war, but his words were completely drowned in the cheers of the boys.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

On this day, millions of oks poured out from the mountainous area of ​​Biltéville, like a flood that swept across the land, heading straight to Gramatia, the southern province of the East Benedictine Empire, which is also the Empire. The largest Oak invasion in history.

The four legions were divided into four attacking spear tips, and they proceeded in parallel, while Guk was in the center of the town, coordinating the four legions' offensive pace, in order to solve this human country that has caused countless troubles for himself.

In addition to millions of boys, there are nearly a thousand dirty cars and tanks, tens of thousands of heavy vehicles, and countless motorcycles participating in this war. They will be the vanguard of plunder and destruction.

The earth is about to burn out, and life is destined to wither. This is not so much an invasion, but more like a natural disaster.

This war will be called the "Great Flood" in the future.