Orc Tyrant

Zugsturka in the sky smiled slightly, showing his fangs, and the twin small rocket propellers behind him were leading him violently through the smoke of the sky in Salt Lake City.

When the terrible G force pulled him all over, the Storm Boy boss even felt a savage taste, and returned with a grin like a wild beast on the incendiary earth.

He never wears a helmet, because it will reduce the excitement of landing. He savors the moment, savoring the excitement and trembling before the battle.

He knew that the recurved machete [eagle claw] at his waist had already felt that his bloodthirsty desire was about to gush out, so he trembled slightly.

As the altitude dropped, the warning lights began to flash, and the powerful decelerating thrusters roared when they started.

Zugstuka screamed, and the loudspeaker hung around his neck strengthened the power of this battle cry. Other storm boys joined the howling one after another, and their bodies were full of the glands produced by the approaching battle. Impulse.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

"You guys! Everyone should chop me at least ten heads, and I will chop whoever is the least!!!"

Zugsturka issued the battlefield orders as always. He is both a terrible killer and a blindly disciplined officer. What he likes most is to force a kid who is not his size to do everything exactly according to his orders. thing.

The boys all know that Zugstuka's mood is always swinging between bad mood and murderous rage, but the storm boys still respect their leadership, and their fear of their leadership is far greater than their enemies.

More than 2,800 Stormboys led by Zugsturka formed a special unit called [Vulture Squadron]. Even if the number is not so large, they still occupy a place in the Blood Axe Legion. Even the warlords attach great importance to it. Their power.

"understand!"

The other nine team leaders in the squadron responded with roars.

"We kill! We kill! Let us kill, kill, kill!"

Bang~!

With a burst of impact straight into the bone marrow, the specially-made iron boots hit the surface, even the heel of the shoe pierced deeply.

Amidst a harsh creaking sound from machinery that seemed to be unearthed, the nozzle of the rocket backpack gradually closed, and the circular leaf-shaped arc door slid open amid the hissing sound.

Zugsturka stepped out of the landing point first, his heavy steps on the crushed chalk, the roar of the loudspeaker overshadowing the sound of the pistol.

"Kill!!"

He roared, the recoil of the pistol fired back into his palm.

"Don't be lazy, come with me!"

The place where he landed was originally a terraced terrace with a jagged wall, located high inside the city retaining wall. At the same time, other storm boys also roared down from the sky, and the sky burned red from the trail of the rocket.

Looking at the enemies around him and feeling the fear emanating from them, Zugstuka licked his lips.

"Ok is coming up!!"

Soldiers in uniforms all around quickly broke into the open area and fled. No defender dared to stay to fight the enemy who landed between them. The huge potential of the Vulture Squadron’s landing became a fear that overwhelmed them, and the Storm Kids one after another Raise the pistol and fire at the broken soldiers

.

"Shrimp to death!"

Zugsturka roared wildly, rushing into the enemy army, slashing left and right, the screaming eagle claws cut off a piece of flesh and blood, and when he rushed through the crowd, his whole body was splashed with blood.

At the same time, he wielded a heavy pistol in his other hand, smashing a soldier's face, and blood and brains suddenly splashed over his distorted face.

"Open the door!!!"

Although he wanted to fix a city on his own, the intellect in his mind told him that it would be easier to open the door during this period-even if the pesky racing party would have a share of the pie.

"It's so slow!!!"

As soon as the door was opened, the red blitzkrieg gang's motorcycles whizzed by with thick smoke and fire, and went straight to the lower city where the terrain was flatter, and there seemed to be more combustibles.

The addition of war motorcycles completely tore the line of defense of the defenders. Without the supreme command, they could only fight on their own, and then were defeated by each. They could not organize a decent defense at all. Many soldiers even threw down their guns and began to escape. The fall of the city is irreversible.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zugstuka saw a group of Xiami soldiers wearing blue armor and spears on their shoulders evacuating towards the inner wall of the upper city.

"Go on!"

He ran towards the enemy through the blood-soaked cobblestone ground.

The noble guards immediately opened fire, and the bullets grazed from Zugstuka's head. He roared and slammed into the siege, and the machete easily ripped the armor and flesh.

An impulsive force guided his arm, driving him to use the whistling sawtooth to bring more deaths.

It’s been a long time since I had a drink of blood.

Zugsturka thought this way, but the motion on his hands was not weakened at all.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The change came suddenly, a thin figure in the shadow with a weird seal engraved on its forehead made a terrible howling, a sound that could not be made by humans.

He stumbled out, his face flickering like a mirage on the horizon, then he rolled up his lips and opened his mouth to reveal the sharp fangs and the long and bruised tongue that was constantly waving.

His skin began to fester, the whole index finger turned into a blade-like heavy claw, and then he bent into a beast-like crouching posture, even so, under the action of some evil force, his figure still looked much taller.

"what is this!?"

Zugsturka took a step back, and the monster suddenly jumped forward and knocked down a frightened aristocratic guard, who usedlessly fired at the creature.

The foul-smelling monster smashed the opponent's head with his claws and quickly killed him, then punched him through the man's chest again, raised the corpse, released a roar of evil, and let the air rise with the power of the subspace. Waves of ripples.

"Click him!"

At Zugstuka's gesture, a storm kid unwrapped some kind of pot grenade and threw it straight to the monster-it was eating the corpse, not paying attention to what was flying over.

Boom~! ! !

With a loud noise, the orange-red flame swallowed all objects measuring more than 20 meters in radius. The monster struggled and screamed in the flames, and then turned to ashes.

"Head, there is more here!"

Another storm kid suddenly screamed, and Zugsturka looked back and found many stumbling figures walking out of the gunpowder and shadows.

They are like corpses, but they don’t seem to be exactly. In addition to the festering skin, there are many visible abnormalities, such as leech-like tongues, dark compound eyes, or weird fly wings under the armpits, etc.——

Zugsturka didn't know this kind of shrimp, but he felt very bad, not just a stench, but a certain kind of disgust and hatred from the heart.

"The second and third teams! Clean up these things!"

"Yes, sir!"

Humans may be scared, but the Oukes will only be angry. They rushed up, shot and slashed, until then did they discover that these monsters were unexpectedly fragile, but their vitality was a little more tenacious-and only a little bit.

Under such circumstances, Zugstuka chose to continue to attack the few remaining strongholds of mankind.