Orc Tyrant

Along the way, the first thing they encountered was the stench.

The unexpected and terrible smell seemed to come from something that was completely corrupted to the point of being liquefied, soaked in cold and humid air.

After they got out of the roaring exhaust of the armored car, the only thing they could smell was the stench.

A group of seven people ran forward, spreading out on the slippery rocks.

Some people retched, others complained about the smell.

According to his own habits, Kundera named this team (No. 7), which is Team 007.

"Don't be like a child! Bear it!"

Varus yelled to the people behind him, but he also sniffed.

"Damn, it's stinky!"

He muttered to himself in a low voice, then looked around.

They were in a flat canyon, and the mountains on both sides were extremely angular, like stone pillars or flat-topped towers.

It's cold here, but what's worse is the humidity.

It seemed that the air itself was humid, but it was not raining. It was not even a drizzle, it was just a tiny rolling mist.

He felt like a cold sweat on his skin.

Almost everyone was drenched, the cloak fell behind them, and water was condensed on the helmet.

The low sky was full of rolling dark clouds, gray rocks underneath, and the hard ground became slippery due to moisture.

These stones seem to be naturally easy to crack into squares. The appearance of the steps made up of slates makes one feel that this is the work of a certain stonemason, not a natural one.

Varus realized that the square shape of the stones explained why the mountains looked like buildings. Although a native of Tyre, he has never seen such a regular landscape. He has been to the Grand Canyon several times, but not very deep. The area is generally insecure, and it is always full of strange rumors.

Right now, it was full of vertical corners, hard edges, and flat surfaces. He felt as if he was standing in a pile of blocks belonging to a giant child.

To the west, the armored car they arrived in prepared to return, and the roar of the engine gradually became sharp.

Varus moved forward through his team, taking every step carefully.

The flat rock under my feet feels as soft as bone marrow, and the cavity on the rock is filled with black water, like a puddle left after low tide.

"A bit of discipline, gentlemen!"

Varus yelled to the other five people, two of whom had already slipped and fell annoyed.

"What's this not?"

"It's not the **** mud and moss... Ah! Damn it!" they replied in unison.

"I almost fell...Oh!"

"Be quiet!"

Varus's voice finally stopped making noise, and everyone looked at him.

They all wore the uniforms of the imperial army, with standard weapons, and their bodies were dirty and wrinkled, as if they had just survived a great war.

This is their mission, an infiltration squad formed by humans but serving Ouke.

Varus is the captain of this team. Because of his outstanding performance in Salt Lake City, Kundera is very optimistic about him. Not only has he given his family very good conditions-adequate food and the blessing of a hegemon, Also promised him a brighter future.

And at this point, Varus knew that he had no retreat at all, and he could only walk one way to the dark.

"Keep quiet, stay vigilant, and everyone will move forward in a standard queue."

Although he is not a soldier, Varus has been a policeman for a while, so he knows some military orders.

Under his arrangement, the six-person team began to advance toward the depths of the canyon.

But after a few minutes of walking, a person suddenly yelled.

He found something.

"what's happenin?"

Varus went over to check, and his deputy Mu also followed, stepping on slabs like paving stones.

There are dead things between the rocks.

The black liquid was flowing all around, and the foul-smelling gum and broken bones and feathers lay in puddles or stone slabs.

Some are as big as a human, others are the size of a mouse.

It is no longer known what they looked like before they were alive, and no complete structure has been preserved.

Varus speculates that some of these are human and some are local creatures.

As if a huge wave swept past, leaving these strange creatures dead and decayed here, this is what the stench reminded him: dead fish that gradually decayed on the beach.

Mu bent down to examine some terrifying condensate.

"Any thoughts?"

Varus asked.

"I guess these deaths are more than five days old, and there are obvious burn marks... Do you know what environment Ouke likes to use fire weapons?"

Mu is a forensic doctor with glasses, only twenty-six years old.

He doesn’t have a family in Oak’s hands, but he just doesn’t want to die. It can be said that he is very cowardly, but anyway, through a successful surgical operation, he earned his life from a certain Oak leader. .

Then Varus found him and made him a member of his team.

"You mean they were all washed out from a certain hole?"

Varus felt that during this period of time his analytical power and judgment had gone up several steps, and that people were the most able to realize their potential at the moment of life and death. This is true.

"Otherwise, there is no way to explain how they appeared here."

Varus flipped through the shapeless wreckage, trying to find some clues from it, but there was nothing more besides certain metals, such as breastplates and rings.

But when he turned to a military emblem, he immediately understood that good luck was coming again.

"It's the Black Legion."

Standing up, Varus saw the tension and disgust in their eyes.

Wearing hats and huddled together, some people looked like a group of students who had gone out for an outing and had gone to the wrong place.

"We need to find the entrance to rush them here. There must be an underground river, and it is connected to a certain Tibetan soldiers cave of the Black Legion. They are surrounded by groups, and the last thing they can't leave is the water source. turn up."

The team marched steadily towards the mountains, ignoring the scattered corrupt substances.

Neither the naked eye nor the insight found anything ahead. Until now, humans are the only creatures in this hellish gorge.

"Keep going!"

Varus yelled as he climbed onto the stone, breathing heavily, when a man behind him sat down heavily on the ground.

"I will pretend not to see it, Zubo!"

Varus growled:

"Oh, shit!"

The next second, he also scolded.

He wanted to find a scratch on the rock, but accidentally touched something slippery and soft.

He threw off those sticky things in disgust. The smell of stinky fish is disgusting.

But the view here is very broad.