Orc Tyrant

"Don't fall!"

Zugsturka rushed to the last wall and jumped directly off the terrace with a stride, falling right in the middle of the fire, and the pebbles under his feet were crushed by his weight.

As he stood upright, other fellow robes landed around him.

"For the Father!"

Suddenly, a roar resembling a wild beast was overwhelmed by dozens of low voices.

Zugsturka saw those shouting shrimp tearing apart their shirts, revealing the rough sacred bone tattoos on their shoulders, including many incomprehensible signs.

He didn't know the identity of these people, and it didn't matter to him.

He took a recurve knife and a pistol and started walking on the battlefield, cutting through flesh and blood or shooting through the body with bullets.

Zugstuka didn't pay much attention to what he killed. There is no doubt that the number of heretics and defenders slaughtered by the fighters of his first team was about the same, but it didn’t matter—two sides. His soul was also spurned by Mao Mao.

boom!

Just when the stack wall was almost clear, a bullet that came suddenly hit Zugstuka's hat, wiped his brows, and made his head tilt.

The anger stored in the storm boss was instantly ignited, and he slowly turned his head to see who dared to shoot at him.

Feeling the substantive rage, the boys around Zugstuka scattered one after another. At this time, the boss is extremely dangerous, and any creature that comes close to him will face terrible consequences——

"by!"

When Varus put down the gun in his hand, he couldn't help cursing. Although this gun was powerful enough for a single shot, the waiting time between firings was painful.

More importantly, he actually wanted to shoot a cultist. Those lunatics would kill when they saw people. He was just to protect himself, but he did not expect to provoke the angry Ouke.

He was thinking about whether he wanted to show his identity, otherwise, depending on the guy's expression, he would not end well in all likelihood.

However, the effect of the blow just now seemed to slightly irritate the tall monster leading the other Ouke who was backfired. Varus didn't know whether his identity worked, and he felt that his life was also beginning to count down.

Holy Father protects my soul--

He can only pray.

The guards of the mayor’s mansion are being massacred at will. Varus saw a bomb in the left shoulder of someone and exploded on the spot. When he fell to the ground, blood was spread all over his body like a mist, the left side of the torso Half disappeared completely.

Immediately, the other person was knocked down by the enemy with a gun like a club, and the force of the percussion made his head shatter like glass.

"Get me here!! Take to death!!!"

The colossal evil spirit who had just been shot by Varus passed through the melee and approached him, and he sweared again.

The monster's size far surpassed Varus, his figure is by no means short, but he can barely hook into the chest of the beast.

With a click, the bullet was loaded, and Varus once again raised his gun and fired at the tall storm boss. This shot was hurried and too late to aim, but it still hit the beast's wrist.

In order to protect himself, he can only join the guarded shooting ranks. The only thing he can look forward to is to temporarily defeat this group of Ok, and then find a chance to slip away and go to the predetermined place to meet the scheduled group of Ok. Fully understand this matter.

"I'm going to tear you up!!!"

With an angry roar, Zugsturka rushed forward and kicked Varus's hidden bunker with one kick. When the opponent raised his rifle in an attempt to block, he easily slashed with a recurve knife. The spear broke in two halves, and then pinched the opponent's throat empty-handed.

Zugstuka felt blood ooze from his wrist hit by the little mischief, but the wound had clotted. This was a small matter, but it made him very angry.

His hands almost encircled the opponent's entire neck, feeling the fragility coming from under his fingers, and the tendons and ligaments of Oke boss slowly contracted to exert pressure.

"Hey...I...I...I..."

Varus was lifted into the air, his feet could only be kicked half a meter off the ground.

He wanted to say something, but Zugstuka didn't give him such an opportunity at all, and the storm boss pulled him closer to him.

"Uncomfortable, little guy?"

The loudspeaker blasted his words into the naughty man's face.

"But then it will become more uncomfortable."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and was about to tear off one of the opponent's arms, but before Varus screamed, another voice sounded.

"Put him down, Zugstuka."

For a moment, the furious boss Ouke’s muscles froze. He desperately wanted to understand the **** shrimp in his hand, but another voice in his mind told him not to do that. This contradiction made his whole body tremble slightly. ——Not from fear, but from the conflict of instinct and thinking

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In the end, thinking overwhelmed instinct, and he slowly turned around.

In the smoke of gunpowder, a towering figure emerged like an unreal shadow. The swirling smoke made the gray-iron armor resemble a low thundercloud. The center of the thorny shoulders was a huge helmet with a huge helmet in the center of the helmet. A towering silver horn, over the helmet you can see the metal back

A dozen pale skeletons on the flag clinked in the evening breeze.

A unique standard is engraved in red and white on the chest of the armor, and the smoke exhaust pipe behind the waist buzzes with the movement of the giant beast.

Zugsturka recognized this standard and recognized the face.

"Kundera Ka—"

The storm boss half-squinted his eyes, but did not let go of his prey.

"What do you mean."

"literal meaning."

The lord of the court guard walked across the battlefield with a relaxed expression, his iron boots were covered with blood donation, and the war knife in his hand was also dripping with blood, apparently he had just completed a massacre.

"He belongs to me! I caught it!"

"This shrimp, I sent it."

"He shot me!"

"You are not dead anyway, give him to me and I will punish him."

"No such rules!"

Zugsturka's murderous intent was great in his eyes. He felt that Kundera was fighting against himself. If he agreed, then the face would be lost. Ouke is a face-saving creature.

"Now there."

The Storm Boys gradually surrounded them. Although Kunderaka's size made them fearful, they still feared that they were older.

However, Zugsturka saw that behind Kundera Ka, dozens of equally large figures emerged from the darkness. They were armed with various heavy weapons, domineering and pretentious. No. Storm kid puts his eyes on it.

"Let him go."

Kundera slid up to Zugsturka and put one hand on the opponent's shoulder. All of the storm boys raised their guns at the same time, and the court guards also raised their weapons.

"Ok?"

The lord of the court guard bent down slightly and looked down at the boss of the storm who was a head shorter than himself. Zugstuka gritted his teeth under the gaze of the opponent.

"I remember this time! Kundera Ka!"

After speaking, he threw Varus to the ground.

"go!!!!!!!"

Kundera grinned as he watched the angry Zugsturka walking towards the mayor's residence, and then looked down at Varus who was rolling on the ground.

At that moment, Zugsturka really used his strength. If Varus hadn't been strong, he would have been killed by this one, but even so, he felt that his internal organs seemed to be misplaced. , And at the same time, the head became **** because of knocking on a small stone.

"It's done well, dried shrimp."