Orc Tyrant

The flames surrounded him.

The sparkling white-hot flames were scorchingly bright and hot enough to turn the strongest armor into liquid.

However, he could not feel any heat, instead he was in a cloud of coolness, surrounded by a spacious space... and silence.

"Boss, you are still alive,"

Nervous boy Dika said, he bent down laboriously to help Beruf stand up, and the other boys were lying in the garden confused.

The dirty car tank belonging to the 15th Dalian smashed the retaining wall and rushed in, but was at a loss for what to do with this amazing situation.

Beruf scanned the surrounding gardens, then looked at the burning memorial hall.

"Dika? You did it?"

He asked dryly.

"Yes, sir."

"You threw all of us out by yourself?"

Beruf asked very solemnly.

"I... yes, boss."

The nerve boy nodded.

"I am happy for this, because if you are not here, you will be there."

He pointed to the memorial hall as blazing as the sun.

"You didn't have this ability before."

"No, sir."

The neuroboy corrected:

"I can throw a thousand hops into the sky at a time, but the other guys just hit me and didn't notice."

"I said, why did a kid talk about the sky and the rain last time, it turned out to be you..."

"Uh, that was just an accident."

With Dika’s help, Beruf had stood up and sat on the chair moved by the guards. The Pain Kid was examining the wound on his neck.

The warlord suffered some injuries, but the claw mark next to the throat was the heaviest, but at least the blood had stopped.

"This is really a cunning guy, I have never seen a hunter more difficult than him."

Recalling all the evil deeds created by the shadow, Beruf felt trouble for the first time. There were few things that made him feel helpless. He was good at defeating the enemy frontally, and was good at using lurking and tracking to defeat the enemy, but for this kind of erratic Uncertain stuff...

"He intends to muddy the water."

His adjutant came over, half of his face was burnt, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"Special warfare boys often do this, destroy, and then mess up the situation."

"But he is a little different."

Beruf shook his head.

"He took the risk personally, putting himself in extreme danger to launch an attack, as if he didn't care about himself."

He paused again, and looked back at the parliament hall and the aristocratic mansion. The night sky beyond the high porch was dark and silent, like dark glass that could not be seen through.

"unless--"

The warlord murmured.

"Unless, he is a thief."

"Sir?"

"The hunter will take risks—"

The warlord nodded to himself.

"But the thief is never too adventurous. He will always protect himself and make sure he can start the action again. The hunter will follow the prey, which may cause panic. Then the breeder will drive Skug into the fence... the thief will hang around. Is this? No, this is too obvious, too revealing, the owner is already alert, maybe all have been dispatched, if you want to forcibly pull something, it will provoke fists and bullets, which is an unacceptable and unnecessary risk for the thief. Therefore, when the breeding kid is busy guarding the herd, the thieves will turn to the places they have neglected-cellars, mushroom warehouses, tool warehouses, jump cages."

Beruf said to me, suddenly turned and walked towards the door of the House.

"Sir, what did you find?"

The adjutant yelled at him, and ran after him.

"He is definitely not one."

The warlord turned his head and glanced at his deputy.

"We are here, we are here, he has done what he can do, but it has become too dangerous here, there are too many, so the thieves have gone where we are not."

"Those shrimps."

The deputy suddenly realized.

"He wants to execute their traitor."

"Far more."

Beruf had a foreboding that the actions of these weird attackers were far from stopping, and maybe they had another goal, such as some kind of precious "property."

"Hi?"

nobody.

Camille hesitated, then shook his head.

Her nerves were completely tense and she had become startled.

She chose to go back to the warlord’s lounge. This newly restored and restructured room looked empty and there were many things to replace, but the warlord’s usual simplicity did not make the whole room too messy.

There are no paintings hanging on the wall, the swinging wall clock hums, and the ancient machinery looks cold and ruthless.

She poured herself a small glass of cognac.

The night sky outside the window was extremely desolate, only the cold light of the moon pierced it, she tried to ignore the low hanging clouds illuminated by the firelight of the old city.

She sat there, but couldn't relax.

Putting down the wine glass and walking to the door, she saw an Oak soldier over three meters tall guarding the door.

"Bird?"

"I'm very upset, sir."

She whispered:

"Is there really no news from Master Beruf? Please, sir, it's been too long."

"I will confirm it."

Camille could only walk back to the room and sit down again.

The wine in the glass did not move, she tapped her knees gently with her fingers.

Boom!

A voice, is someone knocking on the door of the room?

"Please come in?"

Camille said loudly, but no one came in, and a cloud briefly covered the moon in the sky.

Why is there still no news from the House?

The harpy stood up and walked to the door.

"Mr?"

There was no one in the corridor, and the light gleamed softly on the shelf.

He went to confirm the news.

Without seeing the guards, Camille could only imagine for himself, maybe he went to inquire about the situation.

She returned to the room, feeling that she was going to be tortured to death by tension and became restless.

This is ridiculous. She is in a bright room. This is the residence of the warlord, guarded by the best soldiers in the blood axe.

This--

Suddenly, she froze in place.

The name was clearly written on the wall. When she walked to the door, it was not there. Now it has, and it is Ouke’s writing.

Beruf.

Fear grabbed her, squeezed the air out of her lungs, squeezed the power in her voice, and her heart had never beaten so fast.

There is an alarm button on the desk, but it seems to be thousands of miles away.

She slowly turned around, looked around, and waited to finally see the smirking existence, knowing that the guy must be standing quietly behind her.

Nothing at all.

No no……

However, the name of the master she served was still on the wall, dripping with scarlet blood slowly, and this extremely ominous omen made her hair stand upright.

It is said that something dangerous has sneaked into the city, but Carmel can't imagine what can make the heavily guarded House look like this, is it a human wizard?

It seems unlikely, if it is a wizard, she must be able to feel it.

What could it be?