Orc Tyrant

Casco rushed to Grak, and the tearer slashed in front of his eyes, smashing a lens unit, and cutting down a trace on his abdomen and hips.

The Blurred Blade shook its claw and nearly hit Grak's head, but the warlord's counterattack forced the Blurred Blade to retreat step by step, crushing the glass shards all over the floor to dust.

"Well!?"

At this moment, a strong sense of dizziness directed at Grak's mind, and his vision blurred, as if he was experiencing a hangover.

Bang~!

The dull gunfire sounded, and a bullet came from the right side and directly penetrated Grak's thigh.

Suddenly, something dark, like liquid mercury, came out with a whimper, and the warlord bleeds for the first time in this war.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

The furious red butcher waved the ripper frantically, forming a storm, but the Blurring Blade was unafraid.

"dead!!!!!"

Like a hungry predator, he pounced forward, using all his strength to pounce Grak to the ground from behind.

The sharp claws plunged into the warlord's neck from both sides, and the impact of falling to the ground made the brain in his skull hum, and his mouth and nose were full of blood.

Face down, Glak instinctively stretched out his hand in a dizziness to explore the ripper who had just let go.

But he could touch anything. In this case, he instinctively used his fist, but the first hit was lost, and the oppressive enemy disappeared.

He looked up, wondering what had happened.

Then Glak saw that Crowe was playing against that guy, and the nerve boy was not far behind.

The loud noises of the weapons fired continuously from the entrance, indicating that the assault troops had entered the core area of ​​the factory, and the civilian army was retreating at this time.

Glak noticed something was wrong, those strange smells and sounds made him very uncomfortable, and his movements became a little slow.

Crowe’s arrival and the volley saved Grak, but Casco was not an easy enemy to defeat. Before Grak, who was dizzy and bleeding from his nose and mouth, could stand up, he delivered an almost fatal blow. Crowe split from his left shoulder to his right hip.

But in response, Crowe also blasted it into another row of stacked steel ingots with a punch.

Grak stepped forward and pushed aside the pile of rubbish, and found a steel bar inserted into the opponent's spine, with the tip sticking out of the middle of the breastplate.

Casco knelt on one knee first, then fell face down.

Grak pressed his right foot on his back and tore off his helmet. The pale face of Blurring Blade turned to one side, his cheek was against the floor, and his white skin was covered with dark red blood.

"Where are your other accomplices, Xiami?"

Grak still remembers the shot just now, which shows that there are other ambushers nearby. The reason why they haven't shot so far is unknown, but the warlord knows that they must have not left.

"I won't be so kind anymore."

At this moment Casco said something vaguely.

"what?"

Grak asked, putting his hand on the opponent's neck.

"You are not the trophy we were expecting."

The Blurring Blade whispered, the medicine injected into his blood filled the air with a certain chemical stench.

"Trophy?"

"I knew I couldn't defeat you, I just wanted to hit you hard. I thought... I thought he would personally command this attack."

"Is this a trap for the boss?"

"May he be destroyed in the fire."

Glak smiled.

"But your master is a coward."

Casco's voice is getting weaker and weaker.

"So he only sent you."

"It seems that I am enough."

The Blurred Blade can only make a gurgling sound.

"I said, what kind of trap is a weak chicken?"

Casco didn't answer, he seemed to have exhausted all his life.

Glak took a bite, kicked the corpse, turned and walked outside the workshop, when Crowe stood up too.

"What did he just say?"

He asked, covering the wound on his body, and Glak wondered that he had to rest for at least a while.

"nonsense."

The warlord replied simply.

"It's just nonsense."

"This seems to be a trap."

The arrival of the nervous boy stopped those strange smells and noises, and he searched in the corner like a hound.

"But why is he just one?"

That sense of crisis is back.

Glak turned around slowly, and he suddenly realized that it was just some kind of accelerated movement of his own heart, a slow, throbbing hum from his body.

He felt like a fool.

The warlord tried to relax himself. The battle was over. The shrimps were completely defeated. The city and the factory belonged to them. There was nothing to worry about.

Grak took the brick-moving communicator from the boy and began to check the situation.

Most of the industrial area was in the hands of Goff. Some war gangs reported that the main city and its surroundings had been cleaned up. Grak ordered the flags to move closer to his position and block all access.

He looked at the assembly line control system surrounding him. The war caused some damage, but it was not serious. The equipment was essentially intact, and only a little pressure on the mechanics could quickly repair them.

But Glak suddenly noticed something. The brackets, which were placed near the steel ingots in the middle of the workshop, were covered with black cloth and disappeared.

"and many more--"

As soon as Glak spoke, a whirlwind swept across

The assassination team launched a surprise attack on them. The five assassins threw away the black cloaks they used to disguise. They wore crow-shaped armor and the helmets were also crow-headed.

This is the direct unit of Councillor Thor of Shadowblade, the Crow of Silence. They are good at using hit and run tactics in open areas. They also use camouflage and ambushes in city street battles.

But this time, their goal is even more critical.

The first one is for him.

Glak saw a shiny silver robotic arm with a humming long sword full of fine lines.

"roll!"

The warlord smashed Thor's sword with the Ripper's blade, knocking him aside.

Another Silent Crow stabbed over, and Grak blocked the blow, then backhanded the axe blade into the crow-head helmet in front of him.

In an instant, there was a lot of scarlet in addition to the paint on the black armor.

Boom boom boom~~!

The sudden explosion tore apart the industrial zone, and more human soldiers jumped into their trap.

All flags encountered desperate counterattacks from the enemy, guns and guns kept firing at each other, and the battle continued, but humans were still at a disadvantage.

"Don't worry about the bits and pieces, work hard for me!!"

Grak chopped down another Crow of Silence, and then transmitted the command through the communicator, and also untied the legion's hands and feet, followed by a stronger explosion and loud shouting.