Orc Tyrant

"Please listen to me."

The voice of the harpy reached everyone's mind, and every defender was attracted by the angelic female voice, stopped preparing for the war and began to listen.

But they didn't seem to be listening either. The sound seemed to slide directly into their heads, just to sooth their ears gracefully with the illusion of sound.

"Citizens of Vinylon, I bring you a choice, a gift that is more precious than what you get from anyone."

Soothing thoughts flew across the wall to the city.

"You can open the city gate and leave the city...or you can die where you are now. The choice is yours, but you must choose, and you can choose now."

After speaking, Camille lowered his arm and stood quietly between the blood axe legion and Velen's city wall.

No one moves.

Her hands were completely still behind her back, and only the battle flag of the blood axe was waving in the wind: the pure black flag was painted with crossed battle axes and a crimson Ouke skull.

On the front line, the Storm Boy and the Big Gun Boy wore similar-looking cast iron armors, and the spotlessly polished guns reflected the light in the sun.

At the forefront of the team is each Dalian company commander, wearing human military uniforms of different colors and shapes. These are captured trophies, which have been reprocessed to become a symbol of blood axe.

The formation was scattered with restless Skug cavalry and some weapon platforms, each of which was protected by two motorcycles.

On the wall, the defenders gradually realized that something was waiting for them, so they shook their heads vigorously to shake off the sugar-coated cannonballs in their minds.

The crowd looked around the battlements, looking at each other, trying to seek advice.

But no one dared to move first. All senior officers had already fled the city. Now these soldiers need leadership more than ever.

At almost the same time, two different decisions were born on the wall.

A soldier started to activate the release device of the city gate, claiming that Velen had been cursed and there was no need to die at this last moment.

Another person, a more determined soldier, fired violently with his crane gun.

Da Da Da~!

When the first bullet flew through the air, Camille turned and walked back to her army, she shook her head sadly.

Human beings were once the master of the world and the scourge of the world.

It's still the same now.

"Honey, do it."

Camille walked to Beruf, turned around gracefully, and pointed his staff towards the door.

"attack!"

When the door slowly opened, Beruf gave an order, and the motorcycle team rushed into the breach first.

As the spearhead of the attack, they bounced through the showers of bullets fired by the machine gun on the wall, and even rushed into the city before the gate was fully opened, flashing and sprinting in the barrage of the defenders, just fine. Like their movements are slow enough to annoy the drag racing boys

.

"Waaaagh!!!"

Inspired by the drag racing boys, the emerald green commandos swarmed into the city behind them. They brandished knives and axes, and fired slices of bullets from their pistols.

Following the assault soldiers were the burning boys with flamethrowers, who washed the city walls with chemical flames.

Then, Skug’s cavalry rushed out of the flames and entered the city through the open gate under the cover of heavy fire outside the city.

A small number of temporarily modified weapon platforms were parked in front of the city wall, and the gun positions on the wall were destroyed with machine guns and machine guns.

The shelling spread on the wall, breaking large blocks of rocks from the fortifications and shaking the entire section of the wall. The militiamen on the city defense line soon realized that their bunker had begun to falter.

Debris and stones rained down on them from high buildings, and the collapse of the city wall below their feet caused the machine gun to loosen from its fixed position, losing the stability necessary for precise attacks.

Some soldiers put their whole body weight on their weapons, hoping that their weight would allow the heavy machine gun to steadily shoot bullets toward the breach of the gate.

In the open ground inside the city gate, a small number of militiamen, led by the hapless sergeant, who opened the city gate and immediately regretted it, defended the last line of defense of the city.

The motorcycle passed by them and ran directly to the center of the city, completely disdainful of fighting these defenders.

The weapon platform, which looked like a truck, stopped in the street, but did not fire on the shivering militiamen.

On the contrary, their barrels turned around and fired violently at the unsuspecting positions behind the city wall.

Da Da Da~~!

The soldier who was shooting on the wall turned and looked back, just in time to see countless bullets flying towards their location, and everyone was killed in an instant.

"They leave it to me!!!"

At the same time, with a strange cry, the storm leader Zugsturka jumped into the defender in the barricade, and the toothed blade danced dazzlingly.

The unlucky sergeant opened his mouth and watched Ok, who was carrying the rocket, spun and jumped into the air to draw an arc, easily surpassed the temporary roadblock, and the sharp blade turned into a glimpse under the high-speed movement.

Just before he was surprised by the opponent's skill, his throat was pierced by the blade.

"So fast..."

"It's cool! It's cool!!"

Zugsturka slammed and wielded the saber. He danced freely, with bloodthirsty fury, completing one killing and turning to the next.

In just ten seconds, the temporary barricades constructed by the militia were completely wiped out. The storm leader stood among the dismembered corpses scattered on the ground, posing as a triumphant posture, scarlet blood from his black armor and military cap. Keep dripping.

When he was posing, the warlord Beruf calmly stepped into the gate of Velen, protected by guards on both sides.

He stood motionless for a while at the entrance of the street, the defenders' barricades were still intact, and the elite military police of the Legion fanned out beside them—they showed almost no signs of fighting.

But at the far end of the fortification stood Zugstuka surrounded by broken corpses and flowing blood.

His sharp blade was raised above his head conspicuously, his pistol pointed to the ground, his legs straightened, and he assumed a low-gravity posture.

"Zug, don't be stinky! You look like a stupid bird, hurry up and take your kid to work!"

As soon as Beruf spoke, an explosion from a distance caused him to turn his head and look towards the end of the city.

Directly under the distant sun, is the magnificent church.

The spire of the church was full of fire, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, fragments rushed into the sky, and the smoke blocked the sun and shrouded half of the city in a shadow.

Subsequently, the entire church disappeared in the rising smoke.

This is a death order from Guk.

People can't be killed.

The house may not be burnt.

But those stones that symbolize human belief must be crushed into a tile and not left.

In the rear, the rest of the blood axe troops maintained their position before the battle, and the assault soldiers held their weapons in a defensive posture, although most of them were silent.

Then the whole company of troops began to line up through the city gate, the harpies still soared in the sky in case of an emergency, but Velen's battle was basically over.

The Legion used only a small part of its force to sweep the poor militia in front of them. They will rest in this well-preserved town for a while, and then they will rush all the way to Tyre without looking back. From Velen to Tyre, they can walk with their feet. Only half a day's journey.

But Beruf didn't think he could walk into that city swaggeringly.

According to the latest intelligence, mankind has urgently dispatched a force to block him in front of him, and that is not an ordinary force, it is an elite who withdrew from the Wetley Gorge, and is also a deadly enemy of the entire Ork tribe. -Black Legion.

This force was led by the so-called Imperial Admiral Yushijin, who had defeated the Black Fire Corps of Shabar, and it is said that this man named Yushijin also participated in two battles in Aswan.

But this is not bad news for Beruf, because according to intelligence, Yushikin's troops do not exceed 40,000 at most.

With a force comparison of more than two to one, Beruf had no reason to doubt the victory at all.

His more excitement comes from being able to compete with a real strategy master. This is a wish he has been unable to achieve for a long time.

"When I defeat him, I will give him a decent way to die! Then I will send his head to the overlord, then I have to see if Grak's jumping brain is still awkward! Hahaha!"

On the night that Velen was stationed, Beruf said this while having a feast with all the commanders.