Orc Tyrant

Namath brought the fewest boys, because he firmly believed in a thousand boys on a dirty car roof.

After a brief aim, the dirty cars on the periphery of the encircling circle opened fire.

Boom boom~~~~~!

The scorching cannonball shot out from the barrel and shot towards the center of the arc. Everything within the damage range was immediately destroyed.

The temporary line of defense built by mankind finally fell apart after the addition of dirty cars and tanks.

Then Shabal also seized the opportunity to immediately launch another round of volley.

"Fuck me! This one belongs to me!"

Grak stood up and rushed towards the already chaotic human camp, the tearer in his hand with the whistle of death.

The surviving defenders were scattered around the camp, the organization no longer exists, and they can only fight on their own.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Glak broke into a group of stupid shrimps, inserted the serrations between the flesh and blood, while holding the pistol in the other hand and shooting continuously-he did not reject target shooting when he was interested.

In the center of the crowd, he saw a Xiami boss in a military coat shouting to command his bodyguard.

This seemingly bluffing Xiami held a shiny long sword that was still dripping blood, and raised a gun in his other hand.

It seems to be a good goal.

Dodging a sharply angled bayonet and dancing the ripper with impulse, Grak cut off the heads of all the shrimps around him who dared to attack, and fired several shots at a group of clumsy shrimps who pointed their guns at him.

Then the warlord threw away the pistol and strode towards the shrimp boss.

This head, he is going to fix it!

On the other side of the camp, Batka was burning with green energy flames.

"Meng Mi Meng Mi~ 咻~!"

Reading the incomprehensible sentence, he waved his war staff into a huge crescent, releasing energy to a group of screaming humans.

With a javelin-like lightning throbbing in his left hand, he chased the fleeing human beings, and burned them into coke when they were looking for shelter in vain.

As a perverted kid, he tried to find something useful on the battlefield-the head of a wizard.

As the line of defense collapsed, the executioners took advantage of the chaos of humans trying to organize their defenses and fought in the shattered camp.

The soldiers could only use bayonets against the knotted muscles and sharp teeth.

Although he was a veteran of many battles, the huge difference in strength made this war gradually turn into a massacre. The flying limbs and spring of blood made the originally dry land become muddy and slippery.

At the same time, Glak walked through the camp as easily as a walk. The commander walking towards the humans almost easily repelled the rushing soldiers.

Nothing can hinder him now.

Boss Xiami saw him coming, his little red eyes burned frantically, and he raised his gun and shot a string of bullets.

Ding Ding Ding~!

The bullet hit Glak's armor projectile and fell to the ground, digging out several small holes in the armor and scraping off the bright red paint.

One or two bullets penetrated the gap between the armor pieces and shot into the flesh and blood.

There was a brief pain in his limbs, but Ok's dull nerves had already shut down the ability to sense pain, and with his strong waaagh position, even the blood was solidified at the moment of the wound.

"Waaaaaagh!!!"

He speeded up the distance of the last few steps and jumped high towards the shrimp boss, and the blood dripping from the sawtooth of the ripper drew a corrupt arc.

Boom!

Suddenly, a burst of energy rushed in, making a long cut in Grak's breastplate and throwing him aside into the mud.

The boss put down his hands, the strong wind blew off his hat, and the hairless head was faintly smoked, and big beads of sweat dripped down his chin.

With the accumulation of energy, a tattoo appeared on his head, a tattoo of worshipping blood...

"Damn it!"

Grak got up on the spot, dancing the Ripper.

Without hesitation, he once again attacked the bald Xiami boss, the shining sawtooth creaked in endless fierce stabs.

But the mysterious wizard officer was equally agile, constantly fending off Grak's weapon with a sword, and counterattacked with a series of fierce energy attacks.

"Smelly shrimp!!"

Glak stepped up the offensive with furious determination, doing his best with every blow.

But he seemed to be stuck in slow motion, and the shrimp always blocked his attack with great ease.

Click!

A green flash of lightning suddenly struck behind the wizard officer, knocking him trembling all over.

"Batka! Who made you nosy!!!"

Grak shouted and pierced into the chest of Boss Xiami, then pressed the roaring sawtooth into the creature's abdomen and cut it completely with a fierce upward swing.

The mysterious wizard suddenly split in half under the heavy blow, and died before falling to the ground.

Throughout the camp, the remaining soldiers wailed in sorrow.

They turned around and tried to escape, but were shot easily by other boys.

"Glak?"

Batka flashed beside Grak, placing his hand on the opponent's dented and scratched armor.

"You almost overturned."

"I'm not dead if you die!"

Glak replied, wondering why Batka made such a fuss.

"This is good, this is good..."

While talking, Batka used a trick to hide her head on the ground in her pocket.

Other Oukes began to patrol the battlefield, kicking each corpse in turn, to make sure they were indeed dead, to fill the foreheads of the wounded soldiers who were still groaning, or to mutilate them with a sharp blade.

"This battle was fought very well."

Batka quietly moved away from the warlord, and then pointed his war staff to the rear, Guk's battle flag was approaching.

"After you meet the overlord, you should let Pain Kid deal with the wound."

Glak lowered his head to examine the armor, only to notice how much damage it had suffered.

The paint was scratched, and the nails were covered with depressions, cracks and holes. He no longer remembered such an attack.

"Okay, I will, what are you doing today... wait!"

Just realizing that there was something wrong, Batka disappeared in place with a treacherous laugh.

Glak stood alone in the middle of the battlefield, a little annoyed that his trophies were stolen, but the dried shrimps were eventually wiped out. This was a good night of massacre.

"That's how Pheromond, Archbishop of Tyre who worshipped the blood, died? Ha, this is really funny."

Looking at the head in his pocket, Wendigo's messenger sneered at the corners of his mouth. Then he immediately froze the head with witchcraft, then turned and said to Batka:

"Thank you very much for your help, Boss Batka, this is what you want."

The man raised his hand very gentlemanly, and two attendants in black burqa brought up a huge box full of scriptures and silver chains.

"Oh?"

Batka rubbed her hands, broke the chains, and slammed the box open.

A thin, skinny woman wrapped around this tawny cloth strip, her limbs twisted and twisted, her facial features and chest staring at the wooden pegs suddenly appeared in the box, and on her chest, a bloodshot orange-yellow evil eye, Feeling the approach of creatures, he immediately wakes up.

"Interesting and interesting! Good, good!"

Feeling the evil gaze swept over her, Batka clapped happily, but the envoy of Wendigo on the side stepped back.

"Boss Batka, please be careful...Use her, this is a very dangerous enchanter."

"I understand, I understand, you go, it will be no good to let the overlord know."

"Then I will leave first."