Orc Tyrant

"I--"

Varus gasped in pain, coughing up pools of blood.

He tried to stand up, but felt that his limbs did not respond at all. The pain caused by the forehead break was so unreal, only the red blindfolded eyes could clearly tell him that he was injured.

Kundera looked down at him, as if examining some kind of cargo.

"Can you stand up."

This is not a problem, but Varus heard something indescribable horror from it.

What if he can't stand up?

"Yes—Yes—"

He struggled, and finally stood up shaking.

"I have done it, you guys—"

"Don't worry, come with me."

After Kundera finished speaking, he turned and walked outside the battlements. Varus had no choice but to tear off a piece of cloth on his body, barely bandage the wound on his head, and then followed the opponent's footsteps.

In this process, he has a deeper understanding of the results of his actions.

Varus carefully walked through the Shura Field in front of him, witnessing every detail of the massacre that Ouke had created.

Broken bodies stained with blood filled the streets and alleys, and every creature was either slaughtered or shackled and imprisoned in the house.

Most of the diseased walking corpses were wiped out. Varus had never heard of the existence of this evil sect. It was a terrible night. The invasion of Oak and the outbreak of the strange plague occurred at the same time. Perhaps in a sense, It was Ouke who extinguished this impending tide of corpses, if it were

In the past, this will definitely turn into a terrible disaster.

Only the Oukes don't care about this, because the overlord and the main force of the legion are already close to the city, and they will completely crush all resistance by then.

Along the way, Kunderaka continued to be quite satisfied with this attack. The casualties in seizing the city were very small, while the number of killings was very good-a brilliant handwriting.

"this is--"

Varus walked carefully into the hall of the church step by step, raised his eyes and saw the towering, huge icon occupying the entire back wall, and he felt a hatred in his heart.

The Oukes have smashed the heads of all the statues, the wingtips have also turned into dust, dozens of staff have been nailed to the stained walls, and thick iron nails pierced the flesh and bones and fixed them to the stone.

This church, if Varus remembers correctly, is located in the lower city to the south of the city, that is to say, he has now reached the edge of the city.

When it made him nervous, it was not the mob in the simple protective gear that was stationed in this church, but a group of tough beasts. They were motionless and surrounded the whole church like statues. This scene made him Reminiscent of imperial palaces-only that kind of place will have elites

Guards surround.

So who is in this "palace"?

"overlord."

When he came to the back hall of the church, Kundera stepped forward to greet him. He banged his right hand on his chest, then lowered his head.

"nailed it."

When he raised his head again, he was already smiling, showing his fangs.

"I have left the lives of the shrimps, at least most of them."

Behind him, Varus trembled all over.

He seemed to see a god.

So huge, so terrible, so invincible, under the view of hundreds of angels in the dome, it looks like a magnificent statue.

He was pale in line with the rumors, he was bigger than the rumors, and every breath was like a low drum, which made Varus’ heart bang. He felt the root of his tongue and his legs were soft. Eventually he fell to his knees involuntarily.

The pale tyrant, Lord of Oak, Guk, stood before him now.

"Well done."

Guk also laughed. Among the deep resentment towards human beings, the strongest part was specifically directed at their religion.

He walked to the defiled shrine and looked up at the priest who was moaning in pain.

The statue under the river of blood, concentrated along the carved pattern, Guk stretched out a finger that was stained with bright red liquid, raised his finger to his lips, and licked it with the tip of his light green tongue.

"Very well done."

He stepped back and put his hands on his waist, as if he was appreciating and admiring a certain favorite artwork.

"I am very happy."

"And them."

Another man was dragged forward, and the hand on his shoulder forced him to kneel.

Both he and Varus lowered their gazes, not daring to look up at the surrounding Ok, but from the outside light, Varus clearly saw that this man was the mayor's servant.

In Guk's eyes, one of them was wearing blue clothes and looked quite strong, while the shorter ones were wearing simple pale yellow robes.

"The one on the left gives an authentic map."

Kundera pointed at the mayor's servants and said, without looking away from them.

Guk looked at the man he was talking about, his head was sweaty, and even dripping on the ground formed a small puddle.

"As for the other."

Kundera moved his finger.

"He went in and brought out the map, right?"

He inquired, turning his face to Varus.

The man nodded, wisely not speaking out loud.

"I know what you want."

Guk said in his thunderous voice:

"You, go and manage your fellows"

The mayor's servant was taken away, and Varus could catch a glimpse of the smile on his face.

Curse this guy.

He ruined so many people just because of his desire for power?

"As for you, it still looks like that."

Guk came to Varus, but he couldn't stand up, he could only stare at the opponent's boots.

"The two people are okay, you can see them in a while, but—"

"I thought he would fit that role well."

Kundera snapped in at the right time.

"Then do it, let him go in a few days, and gather the dried shrimps first."

Guke's words made Varus tremble slightly.

"Big...sir!?"

He stood up suddenly, his expression excited, and Guk, who was about to leave, stopped, while Kunderaka showed murderous intent because the person in front of him dared to roar in front of the overlord.

"What do you want to say."

Guk stopped further actions by the Lord of the Court.

"I, I have fulfilled your request, I—"

"That's right."

Guke nodded, then looked at each other interestingly, and smiled:

"You saw when you came here, what do your fellows think of you? How do you think they will treat you, huh?"

It wasn't until this time that Varus realized that the other party was telling the truth.

"You can't go back, kid, understand."

After speaking, Guk turned and left the church. The guards also left. Kundera groaned and then lifted Varus from the ground.

"Let's go, if I promise you, I will definitely do it. Go and see your shrimp."

Outside the city, a large team is slowly moving. Their goal is not Salt Lake City, but to bypass the city and head north.

There is Tyre, the last fortress in the province of Kramatia.