Orc Tyrant

"Come to fight!"

Glak stepped forward and kicked the nearest door open, while the bodyguards continued to guard the corridor.

More Ok rushed into the room, ready to fire at any time. Inside, everything was turned upside down.

The lighting stand and low stools were all shattered, tattered manuscripts were scattered all over the floor, writing tools were piled up in a mess under a broken door in a locker, and religious symbols painted in black and red ink on the wall.

Green, yellow, purple, blue, and other colors were spilled all over the walls, and the floor and ceiling became oil paintings. It seems that there was a crazy painter splashing here.

"Where did you go?"

Glak murmured to himself, although he had predicted that the shrimps in this big spire house would not be too big and he was mentally prepared for the worst, but when he really found out that the enemies here seemed to have been cleaned up. Later, it still disappointed him.

Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by a small piece of parchment, with wrinkles on the edges and burn marks.

He hung the pistol on his belt and picked up the piece of paper. The partially blurred illustration could be recognized at the edge of it, and then he smiled sarcastically.

"Xia Mi's mind is just bad, and I have to write down things with pictures."

Then the warlord crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, re-holding his pistol, activated the tomahawk, and the roar of the motor filled the room.

"Keep looking! Don't keep one!"

The next two rooms were also looted, and there were no enemies left to bear the anger of the warlords. When the Oukes left the third room, Glak ordered them to stop.

The warlord listened carefully, and his keen perception seemed to have discovered something-grunting and scratching from the next room.

"interesting."

Glak grinned and said to the bodyguard beside him, he did not deliberately suppress his voice.

"Xia Mi is trying to ambush us?"

"They always have so many unfocused thoughts..."

When the sound of something falling on the wooden floor came from the next room, Rock replied, which caused a burst of laughter from the boys.

"Teach them a lesson about the mistakes they made."

Grak hissed in a whisper, and at the same time raised his pistol and took a grenade from his belt.

"Where is Zapi?"

The warlord glanced around, looking for another bodyguard.

"It's the boss."

The bodyguard carrying a small oil storage tank squeezed from behind and raised his flamethrower to confirm that the dark green armor on his body was reflecting the dazzling halo.

"dry!"

Seeing all the boys were in place, Glak kicked open the door of the next room.

He saw a group of dried shrimps crawling from hidden positions to behind the overturned chanting table and table. In addition to guns, he had bundles of grenades. The warlord threw a stick bomb directly at the back of the room.

The thing bounced on the wall a few times before it fell to the ground. The human beings in ambush hadn't realized what it was.

Boom~~~~~~~!

When the bomb exploded, Grak took a step back, and the hot fragments immediately filled the room, and thick smoke and metal fragments gushed out from the doorway.

After a while, the burning boy Zapi stood at the door and poured white-hot fuel into the writing room with a flamethrower. The crackling of the flame immediately covered the horrified wailing of the humans in the room.

"Wow! So cool!!!"

He swings the flamethrower from side to side, like a urchin peeing, spraying viscous fuel on everything, setting the wood, parchment and flesh and blood in the room on fire.

Only when the surface of everything in the room burned, did he release the trigger to put the weapon away, and step back to let the other Ok enter this hell.

The reloaded old David team rushed into the room surrounded by flames and shot their guns at the charred body. Grak could feel the temperature of the surrounding flames, but it was still within a tolerable range for Oak.

When the fuel was nearly exhausted, the warlord found that the place where he was standing was scorched, and there were flickering flames everywhere.

The bones of dried shrimps were piled crookedly together, with large pieces of charred meat stuck on them, boiling bone marrow and blood still sizzling, and underneath was a large pool of charred fat.

"They are so stupid, huh?"

A bodyguard kicked the scorched corpse on the ground, only to find that the black meat curled up on the ground seemed to be holding something, so he bent over and stretched out his hand to take it out.

Not to mention, even if it was dead, the corpse was still held tightly, and the hands had to be torn off to get it out.

But at the first glance, the kid was confused.

"Boss?"

"Ok?"

Grak, who was about to leave, stopped when someone called himself.

"Boss, this."

After receiving the thing that the kid handed over, Glak felt a warmth first, and then a strange burnt smell.

He took a closer look and found that it was a stack of thick paper, wrapped in a layer of leather that fixed the frame with metal, and there were many blurred patterns and text on the cover, but due to the fire, it had been burned by a third. One.

"What the hell?"

Glak flipped through it at will. There were a lot of fine text in it, but he couldn't understand any of them, and he was very upset.

"Burned!"

Just as he was about to throw it into the fire, Grak suddenly stopped.

"Maybe that bird knows what it is."

After thinking about it, he put the thick-covered book in his pocket again.

After leaving the burned room, the team continued to move forward, sweeping the enemy towards the church steeple 100 meters above the ground.

Their goal is the highest point in the city center, where the artisan’s heavy weapons can pour firepower to all surrounding buildings without hindrance, and more importantly, where they can accurately direct artillery fire to the place where a large number of shrimps gather.

Ouke’s attack caught the local residents of Metokya by surprise. Although there was an early warning, everyone got the news that Ouke’s army was still hundreds of kilometers away.

But only three days later, the Gough Army, known for its brutality, broke through the Ninggut defense line of the 19th Infantry Division and 22nd Infantry Division of the Empire, which was heavily armed, and went straight to the city of Metokya.

No one knows where these enemies came from, there is no warning, and the garrisoned Third Step Corps is also unaware.

If it weren't for the quick reaction of the great wizard Kasli and her students, the entire city might have fallen in the first few hours.

But this is still to no avail. The evacuation quickly turned into a disaster. Many people were crowded on stations, railways and roads. An infantry regiment could not resist hundreds of thousands of huge legions, not to mention that this was still in Dongben. There is also a well-known "Ouk tribe" in the Tuk empire.

No one wants to face the Oker warlord nicknamed the "Red Devils". Kasli and her students burned their lives and failed to stop him. The defenders could only retreat to the city, which is equivalent to bringing most of the people away. Throw it under the iron hoof of the green leather.

In fact, large-scale massacres have occurred since the beginning of the war. The Gough Corps did not come all the way. They "washed" all the way. The villages and small towns they visited were all in ruins, several meters high, even ten thousand meters high. The pile of Duomi's corpses became the most conspicuous road sign.

Sometimes in order to be efficient and save bullets, Grak would drive the crowd out of the house, and then let the hordes of Skug cavalry step on it directly.

Such atrocities are rare witnesses, because most of the people who have seen them have died, but there is one exception. She has faithfully recorded all this...