Orc Tyrant

Alan felt a pain in his chest.

He took a breath, feeling his heart full of anger, hot and sour.

So he raised his hand, grabbed Varus's neck at once, pressed the once tattooed man against the wall, squeezed, squeezed.

"Damn you! Damn—"

After that, his hands were empty, and he rotated and fell, unable to breathe, and fell to the floor, feeling the last bit of air in his lungs being pressed out of his mouth.

Alan panted while rolling, and Varus stood above him, his head down, his hands hanging on his sides.

"You should use a sword."

Varus said, raising his hand to show Alan the sword he was holding in his left hand.

The polished blade shone with subtle ripples, and the dark wooden hilt sparkled with the inlaid silver ornaments.

This is Alan's sword, which was given to him by his father, and he even carried it on the battlefield.

Varus raised the sword, his gaze following the blade downward until he met Alan's eyes.

"If you want to kill a person, you should kill it with one blow. Isn't there such a sentence here?"

Alan endured the pain in his chest, the anger still remained, but was bound by the pain until they became one.

He rolled to his knees and took a big breath.

"You killed my homeland."

He gasped and said, trying to stand up.

"Do not."

Varus shook his head and sat on a wooden crate.

He leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees and his hands together.

"No, we don't, we are the same as you."

Alan felt his heart hit his chest.

He wanted to rush outside, screaming and shouting that there was an enemy infiltrator in the bunker.

But then he thought of the man in the black officer's uniform, the man who could easily change his voice.

He raised his head and looked at the man who was willing to be a running dog for Oak, and Varus looked at him too-calm, expressionless, waiting silently.

Alan turned his head to the side, remembering the kind of fear that slowly formed in his heart as he watched the Ork Legion step into Aven.

The future of his world, the future of his daughters' world is extremely bleak.

Alan was once a nobleman of Aiwen, but Ouke’s war cost him almost everything, his wealth, status, and even the most basic livelihoods could not be maintained.

Later, when Alan looked around, all frustrated by the cold and dark, Beruf found him and gave him a glimmer of hope.

Alan turned his head again, looked up at those eyes, took a deep breath and spit.

Varus shook his head slowly.

"I will not lie to you, the things we are talking about, the plans we have made-those are all real."

Alan lowered his hands and tried to inhale more air. He wanted to stand up, grabbing Varus's neck.

He was going to kill him, here and now... He started to get up, his limbs trembling.

"Listen to me, Alan."

Varus said, he raised his hands and spread them to the sides.

"Listen to me, this is not what we did, we are also the coerced."

When Alan tried to stand up straight, cramped pain flashed through his body, he failed to stand up, and knelt on one knee again.

There must be a wizard nearby, but Alan couldn't find the other side's location.

Air came and went in and out of his mouth, and he closed his eyes tightly, with sweat still on his forehead.

Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest healed a little, but he still didn't move.

"why?"

The word had been uttered before he wanted to take it back. He realized that this was the question he had been asking from the moment Oak murdered his world, and he had never hoped that he would get an answer.

"Why? He said that there will be no more wars. This is just a punishment. I believe his words. Every dollar I use to arrange ears in other cities, every name I give him, is all because I believe his words, I believe they will stop."

Varus shook his head, regretfully causing his skin to wrinkle next to his eyes.

"Alan--"

"Nothing!"

Alan roared fiercely, and he took a breath, feeling tears streaming down his face.

"Nothing, so many people died because of what I provided...everything!"

"You won't believe me, I understand, but I assure you that we did not intervene in what is happening in Tyre... But you are still here, so are we, and you can do something to save more people. , Alan."

He paused, and Alan looked up and saw the regret in Varus's eyes disappeared.

"There are some things left here."

Alan shook his head, but a chill spread through Varus' words.

"How could you—"

"Your daughters, Alan, they all need you, and they want you to live too."

Varus tilted his head, then he reached out and took out a worn wallet from a pocket on his thigh and opened it.

A photo fell off and was a bit dirty, but the image displayed on it still stunned Alan.

Two small faces, with black curly hair, and black eyes widened nervously, one of them glanced at the other, as if confirming something.

He felt a tingling in his eyes and a choking in his throat.

When he raised his head, he could feel the cold spreading under his skin again, and he was stunned for ten seconds before speaking.

"what do you want from me?"

Varus nodded, he didn't smile, his face was expressionless.

"At six o'clock tomorrow morning, the overlord Guk will come with a large army, they will launch a fierce attack, and then leave a gap in the encirclement-as a key part of their next part of this battle. "

"The next part of this battle?"

"Yes, we don't need to care about the following things, it's not a picture worthy of appreciation,"

Alan snorted.

"Is this what you want, or is it what you fear?"

"very good."

Varus said, and he smiled suddenly.

"I finally know why it wants me to find you. You are so smart, Alan, but now you have to listen to me."

Varus's face no longer smiled-his expression was heavy, his eyes never blinked.

Alan felt that he couldn't look away, and this face suddenly became far from friendly.

"In the next battle, you will receive a signal consisting of a single keyword. When you hear that word, you must make sure that a team of farts who are approaching you at the time pass by, and they will not hurt. You, but they must pass."

"Pass... and reach inside the bunker?"

Alan paused, and Varus tilted his head.

"and then?"

"You will survive again, and so will your daughters."

"How can they find me on the battlefield?"

Varus' eyes seemed to be glowing.

"They will find you."

Alan took a deep breath, he wanted to close his eyes and fall into the world of sleep and dreams.

There, the path in front of him did not exist—he didn't need to make this choice in that world, the braided thread rubbed on his skin as he moved his hand.

A choice, a voice in the cold core of his mind said, there has never been a choice.

"What's that keyword?"

"murder."