Orc Tyrant

The sky was constantly stirred, and it became violent and noisy.

The furious storm completely shredded the veil of fate and lies, and revealed the truth of the pain of the skin to the world.

Stretching to the camp on the other side of the horizon, the scout motorcycle captain was kneeling in front of his superiors. Even though the kid and the fart had lowered their gazes, he still felt fear.

In this group of survivors, one of them had to convey the results of this disastrous investigation, and the unpleasant responsibility has fallen on his captain.

"They are all—dead."

The captain of the motorcycle is a strong Ok. He is wearing a dark brown leather jacket. Under the gaze of the heavily armed guard leader, the creature is still bowing his head.

"Oh?"

When the guard leader Mangul spoke, the low voice slipped out of his iron-inlaid chin in a slow tone, and even so, it still reached the most remote corner of the camp.

"If the dried shrimps are killed, then why would you do this? So timid and cautious, this is a... humble victory?"

With a mocking tone, Mangul's thoughts turned to a blood-stained skinning knife. If his subordinates mess up the battle report, the other boys will have a pleasant job to do.

Mangul governs not only the guards, but also the entire investigation system attached to the guards. Truf is a scout he had met very early, and he is also an old acquaintance. Although he is not a friend, he is definitely one. A capable cadre.

But he did not come back.

"No, head."

"what is that?"

Mangul hissed:

"Lying is a disadvantage."

The motorcycle captain flinched back, and after he settled down, he replied:

"Boss, some shrimps have been killed, but not all of them. The point is-all the special warfare boys have died."

The terrible silence spread, and the guards wearing silver-rim-embellished battle armor still stood upright like a statue, but their eyes were filled with anger and excitement.

The farts stopped the whispering among them, leaving only the ticking sound of the mechanical beeping readings, and even the hopping in the swinging iron cage tried to turn the screaming sound into a kind of... "whispering".

Only the rumbling of the armor outside and the nonsense of the brainless neuroboy disturbed the silence.

"All--?"

Mangul asked, with an indescribable horror in his voice.

"Yes, boss."

The motorcycle captain replied, this Ok fell under the feet of the guard leader, his face already eager to stick to the ground.

"what happened?"

"These shrimp set a trap, and they have some big guys."

"big guy?"

Mangul whispered:

"You promised me that there was nothing there, so I gave an order to send Truf and his kid to take a look. Now you tell me there are big guys in Xiami? You killed them all?"

"I'm afraid this is the case, boss."

The voice of the motorcycle boss was almost sobbing.

"How many shrimps did I kill?"

"Maybe...maybe there are more than a dozen..."

Captain Motor just whispered in his throat.

"It's really wonderful..."

Mangul smiled, and while sliding his tongue delicately on the edge of the jagged lips of the iron chin, he walked forward with the buzz of the armor.

At the same time, the perverted boy Batka also walked out of the shadows and stood behind Mangul. He is currently teaming up with the boss to prepare a "big plan" together-of course, with Guke's approval.

Batka's body was wrapped in a piece of armor with a large number of coils, but his large cloak did not cover his tattoo-covered face.

They walked all the way to the open ground, looking into the distance, where faintly visible was the Grand Canyon called Witlier by the shrimps.

"It's like a crusted scar."

Batka muttered in a slightly electric voice, because he stayed with high-power transmission equipment for a long time, his voice changed accordingly. [Electric Eel] Batka is his new name.

"Ugly and ugly"

Mangul gazed at the crimson grand canyon in front of him and agreed softly.

The formation of the Witlier Grand Canyon has a lot to do with the Witlier River. This river, which originated in the mountains of Biteville, traverses the entire Gramatia Province from south to north, with a total length of 1,300. More than a hundred kilometers.

With the long-term scouring of the Witlier River, it rushes forward day and night, sometimes cutting through the mountains and sometimes giving way back. Several canyons have been carved in the upper reaches of the mainstream and tributaries, and finally flow through the south of Tyre In the Babu Plateau, an astonishing brush appeared, forming this grand canyon wonder.

The entire canyon is 146 kilometers long, the deepest is about 1.2 kilometers, and the widest is 8 kilometers. The rocks are mostly red, and there are a large number of deep valleys cut by many tributaries. The entire terrain can be described as fragmented.

This is an excellent location and the last barrier to the south of Tyre. Even the Okers can see that humans will definitely fight them in this place unless they don’t even have this brain. .

Guk is also interested in this.

Maybe humans think this is their fortress, but Guk believes that this place will only become their tomb, even if the price is a little higher, but as long as the main force of the empire is gathered here, then they can easily move forward all the way.

"Loss" has never been a word he needs to consider, only victory is.

But for the mangul right now, this canyon is a ghost place that should be cursed. He has lost his best special warfare kid. Maybe even Guke will be involved in this matter. Truf is that he started from the sinister wasteland. When he followed his scouts.

It stands to reason that he should be very angry.

Oh, his knives will taste the taste of blood, of course, he will take those dried shrimps as sacrifices, and use these knives to cut off their flesh and blood to make up for the defeat to the overlord.

However, there is still a chance.

"Ready to teleport over long distances!"

Suddenly, Mangul gave the order, and the champion beside him punched his chest with his fist in salute.

"Boss, take me!!"

The arena champion with a red and white horned helmet on his head howled eagerly:

"I want—"

The guard chief shook his head slightly.

"No, Gayo, I'm going alone."

"you sure?"

Batka also stepped forward, the visible electric arc beating between his eyes and lips.

"Don't take yourself up. No matter who they are, they killed Truf and his boys. No one can compare to the special war boys when it comes to running away...not to mention that the thing is not perfect. There is a certain risk of long-distance transmission, in case something goes wrong..."

"...I know."

Mangul interrupted the opponent.

"Ready to teleport over a long distance."

Batka could only shook his head and walked away. Mangul pressed his palm to the handle of the phase axe, and the ancient armed that had been repaired by Okimid sang softly.

"Make sure you are ready to send me in a moment, Batka."

726th Mangul's Discovery (Part 2)

"Of course, but I have to prepare."

Batka replied:

"You have to collect the energy emitted by the illuminator."

"it's up to you."

Manggur muttered to himself, then pointed to the motor captain who bowed in front of him and said:

"As for this, Truf died, but you came back alive. It doesn't make sense."

The motorcycle captain wailed and wanted to escape, but as Batka used a gesture, he was frozen.

After a gunshot, the guy fell to the ground, and Mangul stepped over his body, step by step to a certain matrix instrument surrounded by guards.

After tense preparations, Batka asked him to stand on it, and then the senses of the guard leader felt a huge pressure, just like the fierce wind around him.

His consciousness was enlarged, but reality began to blur.

In an instant, he felt the frivolous tentacles wrapped around him like feathers, tearing his body, his mind, and his soul with the sharp claws on the front end.

Then, with a deafening sound, he reappeared on the surface.

Invisible lightning flew around Ouke, and then disappeared into nothingness.

After blinking his eyes, Mangguer found himself standing in a silent abyss, surrounded by rock pillars that seemed to have been high-speed, but now they are crumbling ruins.

The sky above is like the eyes of a blind person, with wisps of bright red entwined in a ball.

A breeze blew intermittently over the hollow rock, leaving a rustle on his armor.

The silence is so gloomy.

Mangul looked around the things around him, and slowly and cautiously released his hand holding the axe.

He has been accurately transmitted to the final coordinates of the special warfare kid, and he clearly sees the damage caused by this force.

Rubble and corpses were scattered everywhere in the surrounding area. This area was full of pitch-black craters caused by multiple explosions. Some of these corpses were dressed in human gray military uniforms, and some were green flesh and blood wrapped in coarse metal and leather. Some other tattered remains are printed with the special warfare kid logo.

This is where they died.

Mangul smelled the burnt flesh and saw the stone chips raised by shrapnel. His unusual keen senses hinted that these special warfare boys were lured into a trap constructed with heavy firepower, the size of the crater and the size of the corpse. The situation strengthened his speculation.

Through reconnaissance or other reasons, his enemy knew where his special warfare kid would be deployed, and the enemy prepared a trap in such a cold and desolate place.

It's really interesting.

Mangul set off through these burnt craters and followed a path littered with green broken limbs.

He noticed that the armor of some corpses might have been shattered by shells or explosives, and the goggles of some helmets left the perfect masterpieces of snipers.

He smelled the smoke of gunpowder and witchcraft in the air, some of which were so strange that he could not determine the source.

Human corpses were pulled apart and discarded in a pile of blood. The limbs were cut or torn apart by a knife, and the whole looked like a flower of fresh flesh.

The statues and stone pillars seemed to be cut off and destroyed by the explosive shock wave generated by the carefully designed detonation point, and the broken wall was blown to the ground.

No matter who the enemy is, they all lured the Trump boys into this killing area, laid traps and dragged down the high stone wall, crushing these spooky agents.

On a vast and lonely ruin, Mangul found a deep pit, which was obviously flat to some extent until something crossed it.

"Damn..."

A mutilated corpse lay at the bottom of the pit, flesh and armor shattered by the huge impact, but the unique hat remained.

This is Truf's hat.

The guard leader moved forward cautiously, doing his best to mobilize his keen senses to deal with possible threats, but at the same time, he felt that his interest and excitement were constantly being mobilized.

This enemy army used efficient organization and creative traps to quickly annihilate the special warfare squad.

However, he still did not see anything more unusual

The motorcycle captain said that there was a big guy, so, where are the traces of it? Maybe here or there?

Mangul noticed that the corpse had been trampled on. There were signs that there was indeed a giant object walking here. Would that be the same thing as Mao King Kong?

"This is really weird..."

He muttered to himself.

"Not all."

Suddenly, a voice came from Mangguer's left.

"Yes it is"

Then, another sound came from the right.

"Why are you here? The command of the overlord?"

"Yes it is"

The third voice appeared behind Mangul, he stopped like a dead man, and then carefully looked at the left and right sides, and saw the towering warrior walking out of the shadows.

They moved their camouflage cloaks aside as they walked forward, and Mangul saw the mark on their chests to prove his suspicion.

Court guard.

He is very disgusted with these lackeys who are occupying his position, but they can disturb his extraordinary senses, and they are now surrounding him, which is really an impressive contrast.

When Mangul felt a large-caliber muzzle against his back, he hissed.

"Are you serious?"

"You feel?"

The third voice behind him said:

"If I were Xiami, you would be dead."

"Don't ruin the beautiful armor, it's a shame."

The voice on the left said contemptuously:

"Of course, I don't care about the ugly helmet."

"You are too alert."

"The moment you shoot, I will let you know what vigilance is."

Mangul grinned and pushed away the uncomfortable barrel with his back.

Despite the embarrassment, Mangul was very calm, and he was not indignant at such a conversation, even though no creature had dared to treat him like this in such a long time.

"Something happened here, I heard."

The surrounding court guards dispersed again, Mangul turned around, and he saw Kundera Ka, as he was putting the gun back into the sheath.

"There has been an explosion here. It's very... strong. Xiami is lying in ambush at a high place. They know Truve will leave here."

Kundera raised his hand and drew a imaginary line at the top of the canyon, as if he was constructing a map.

"There is a big gun hiding there, and the guy who died over there should be the earliest."

Then he gestured again, and then only thought of a certain rock, where a complete Ouke's corpse was dead.

"Then they dispersed, and Truf rushed forward and ended the cold gunner...until that thing came."

"That thing?"

Mangul narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not sure, but it should be a big guy. Come over from there and get here."

Then he pointed to the pit where Truf was buried.

"How do you know?"

The head of the guard suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"he."

Kundera pointed to a guy with fine teeth embedded in his cheeks ten meters away. Mangul could understand that it was the most favorite outfit of neuroboys.

"He can see it."

Suddenly, Ting Wei, who was pointed at by Kundera, turned around.

"Boss, the shrimp is coming, we have to withdraw."