Orc Tyrant

"Boss, there is news from Blood Axe."

He was leaning on the railing, thinking that this battle would make all the warlords' attention, and suddenly he heard a loud noise.

Well, it's his communications officer and standard bearer.

"What did Beruf say?"

Scratching his ears with the tip of the dagger, the quasi-warlord who had gathered more than 100,000 soldiers let out a lazy voice.

During his time in Port Van Gillie, he did not have time to spare. Unlike Jin Ya who focuses on developing maritime power, Lame Luo always puts the expansion of power in the first place.

He used the harvest from the sea to recruit troops in Arkham, and in a very short period of time, he expanded his war gang into a large force with a large number of heavy artillery, tanks and armored vehicles.

Although in principle, he is a "Marine Corps" affiliated with the Golden Tooth, but with the expansion of his power, he has rarely listened to the other side's words.

Jin Ya also deliberately sent away this plague god, just as the overlord's order was communicated, Lame Luo, who wanted to show his face, immediately took all his belongings, joined the expedition, and joined Beruf to attack Tyre.

"Boss, he said we have to follow the plan."

When Lame Luo heard it, he immediately snorted, then stretched out his head to spit under the car, hitting the head of a fart, and poured it all over.

"Plan, plan, plan, that idiot knows anything else besides these two words? Is it silly to play with birds?"

Lame Luo's words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding bodyguards.

As everyone knows, the warlord Beruf seems to have some kind of abnormal relationship with the harpy around him-at least not normal in the eyes of other Ouke.

"We fight, don't care about him."

"Yes! Boss, don't be a bird!"

"Boss! We are going to be the first to kill Xiami's nest! It is said that there are many babies in there!"

"Snatch! Grab his ass!"

The boys clamored, and the previous momentum has made them completely disregard human beings at all. All Oukes are full of energy, wanting to rush into the big city, burning and looting fiercely.

But Lame Luo is the boss after all, and he is still a boss to be a warlord. After all, he thinks more about it than the boys.

"Boss, then... how should I get back to him?"

The standard bearer poked his head cautiously, and deliberately lowered his voice.

Other guys may not know, but he often runs into the blood axe, but he knows that although the group of guys are weird, they are definitely not easy to mess with

"Ok……"

Lame Luo tapped the guardrail several times with his fingers, and after thinking for a moment, he whispered to the flag bearer:

"Tell him, I know, and the plan remains the same. At that time, I will send a kid over to copy the shrimp."

"Understood, I'm going now."

Watching the flag bearer leave in a hurry, Lame Luo raised his waist, stood at the front of the car, and looked back.

A noisy army spread out on the ground, crossing rivers, farmlands and villages all the way, wherever it went, thick smoke billowed, leaving only a piece of scorched earth.

"Tyro... I'm ready to eat!"

After running for three hours without stopping, the rangers hid in the ditch on the plain to avoid being spotted.

From time to time, they concealed themselves and squatted down in the long grass, only because one or more members of the team discovered that Ok's vehicle was approaching.

Moroz often heard the sound of engines coming from a distance, and he was almost no longer distracted by it. Only when he noticed a change in the number of vehicles approaching did he really start to pay attention to these noises.

When the afternoon turned into a rosy night, the outline of the wild berry forest in the distance became more and more blurred against the setting sun, and Fort Desaix was behind that forest.

Desaixsburg silently prayed to the Father, hoping that Yard and his team would avoid Oak and warn them of a large-scale greenskin attack.

The dusk approaching the night is often the worst time of the day, even Oak is no exception, the light perception at the turn of day and night is also affected by them.

As a result, the light of the searchlight broke the darkness at dusk, allowing Dessexburg to have a clear grasp of the positional relationship between the Ouke troops and them.

Some distance behind, there are other lights, mixed with flickering orange flames, jumping into the ground.

Looking at the light that lit up the night sky, he realized how many orcs there were. .

There are thousands of them, most of them moving eastward, but the flashing of the headlights and the sporadic sound of shooting revealed that a group of vehicles was almost behind the course of Desaixsburg.

He remained cautious about turning to the west, which would place him and his team directly in front of the main force of Oak.

Going south is not a better choice. That direction is too far. The scouts will sink deep to the back of the Ouk front and stay away from the communication area, and they will not be able to pass the continuously acquired information to the rear.

Even if they pass this obstacle, this route will take them to Witley Gorge instead of Tyre.

For better or worse, the only option seems to be to continue to the northeast, hoping that the Okers behind will stop or change direction.

Moroz secretly decided that if Oak's vanguard approached within half a kilometer, they would dig a trench to hide.

Not surprisingly, the Greenskins should miss them in the dark, and even in the worst case, the scouts can have a simple defensive position.

Two hours after the sun fell on the ground, Moroz felt that his decision was correct.

The Okers from the rear gradually moved closer to the northeast to join their army, passing more than a kilometer away from the scouts.

As soon as possible, the front of the scouts had lights up and smoke was rising, and it seemed to Moroz that they were heading towards Desaixsburg.

If Oak’s main force maintains its current speed, they will arrive in Desaiksburg before dawn.

At this time, the grassland on the plain became thinner and thinner, the heather and bushes broke the swaying green ocean, and the terrain began to slowly **** upward.

Moroz concluded that they were no more than three kilometers away from Yinliu Town.

The surroundings were still dark, and the air was cold but Moroz didn't care. For him, cold was an abstract environmental factor rather than something that he could really feel.

This is the same as the fatigue caused by continuous running. His arms and legs are swinging methodically, and his limbs seem to have separated from his consciousness.

The other scouts hadn't had such experience, only the veteran Kudin ran as easily as Moroz, and Kleifon was breathing heavily but could keep up.

Recruits Tesdi and Gaia showed the worst signs. Their faces were flushed, they staggered, and sweat soaked their uniforms.

Despite the difficult situation, neither of them asked for any rest.

This is good, because the will to move on is as important as the physical ability.

No one spoke along the way.

Everyone prepared weapons to guard the area they were responsible for, but there was nothing to report. It seemed that they had already dropped the Ouke's vanguard for one to two kilometers.

Moroz was silent and restless, and the communication channel was unusually silent.

Although they were not within the communication range, he still expected to be able to receive the signal from Desaiksburg here, but he heard nothing.

He suddenly thought that Yad might do some reckless things, such as letting his team be forced into desperation before issuing a warning of Oak's offense.