Orc Tyrant

Chief of Tyre Fifth Garrison Division, Valber

The irony is so straightforward, he can even really taste that.

It was them, it was they that made him like this.

Although not exactly as stated, of course, he would like to thank the new owner for his "strengthening", but if it were not for the laziness of the imperial bureaucrats, he would not stand here today.

Is that two years ago, or three years?

In any case, he had just finished a battle against Greenskins in Axum at that time, and he was responsible for leading a group of ancestors-as human beings, they are a group of **** beasts, but they are the most I have ever seen. Good infantry.

When the order came from Tyre, he was about to set sail from Iron Lok Bay to a fortress in Gramatia to take over a newly formed regiment.

He had prepared for the worst.

An improvised unit made up of miners, peasants, and child soldiers fared unsatisfactorily in the face of the enemy’s attack, but their battle losses were not large. At that time, the battlefield was mainly concentrated in the two provinces. Junction.

Oak did not launch a large-scale attack, but a small-scale invasion never stopped.

When Oak's invasion spread across the border of the province, when both sides began to invest more and more military forces, the whole battle became stalemate.

All the main fortresses were surrounded, even in a small remote fortress where his regiment was stationed.

Due to poor news and knowing that Ouk’s troops surrounded them, he realized that he was alone and helpless. In the Empire’s battle report, they had been included in the list of deaths.

They chose a mine fortress as a hiding place, because it is located on a towering ridge, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

But it quickly became a prison, and it became almost everyone's grave.

The first few weeks were relatively easy.

They occupy a high place, which means that the enemy cannot transport the artillery to a position where it can be bombarded. Thanks to the steep **** leading to the fortress, any charge on foot seems to be so slow and difficult.

Anti-infantry mines and heavy machine guns quickly settled those who ran too close to their positions.

In the first seven days of the siege, they only lost two soldiers, and both of them died in the mine tunnel collapse accident.

And that is part of the problem.

The desolate mine fortress was not only designed to counter the pillage of Oak, but based on their findings, it was also designed to be fully self-sufficient for a long time.

Thanks to huge reservoirs and rainwater harvesting devices, they will almost never lack water.

But what about the food?

That's another matter entirely.

Under normal circumstances, an ordinary mine can support about 300 miners and corresponding personnel for three months without pressure, until it needs to be supplied again.

In the case of a delay in supply, there is still enough food in the basement for a month.

But at the moment there are more than 3,000 people squeezed in here, so no matter how strict and precise the distribution is, those reserves are almost exhausted in the first month.

In a standard siege environment, there will be a strange natural selection.

The disease caused by drinking sewage and the loss of people caused by fighting will reduce the population, so even if the ration is not large, it will be sufficient for a long time.

But now their number will not be reduced by these two factors, and there are still almost as many mouths waiting to eat as we did when we blocked the fortress exit.

As a result, everyone understood the enemy's tactics-Oak was going to starve them to death, and when everyone was dead, they would come in swaggeringly.

And before that, another thing didn't stop torturing them.

At night, when everyone was struggling to fall asleep hungry, something sneaked into their dreams.

It promised not to hurt them, and it showed them some other things.

If you take refuge in it, you will not only get what they are looking for, but also get rewards——

Power, glory, life.

Another ironic thing in Valber's life is that these nightmares actually allowed their food supply to last a little bit more.

He and the non-commissioned officers under his command knew that some of the soldiers would succumb to temptation, so they began to sleep near the gate.

Within a week of the first nightmare, the mine’s population decreased by approximately two hundred people.

But those dreams are cruel.

No matter what the reason is difficult to guess, Valber's nightmare is always the worst.

It allows him to see his own power continue to expand.

He walked in front of a large army of rebellion, leading them across the many towns of the empire, turning everything that stood in front of him to ashes.

In those dreams, he was still him, but different from him.

Gradually, Valber's face looked the same, but there were some unclear changes.

Compared to the past, his face is more scary, and his hair is white, like an albino patient.

For a whole month, that existence would introduce these scenes into his dreams every night + for a whole month, he would wake up in a cold sweat every morning.

When he no longer felt violent nausea for eating human flesh, Valber realized that those dreams had finally begun to work on him.

At first, execution-in-place was just a shock—warning others not to listen to their dreams.

But then, as the food supply dwindled rapidly, one of the officers was caught while roasting the body of a deserter.

Valber naturally executed him on the spot, but the eyes of other officers and soldiers told him that they would do the same.

The regiment commander had to reiterate his authority and had to control the situation to ensure that the soldiers would not mutiny and then let the enemy in.

Through the intermittent news on the radio, the Black Legion has begun to counterattack the green-skinned war gangs influencing the border, and are liberating each fortress one by one.

As long as they can hold on for a period of time, they will surely be saved.

Valber stared at the body of the company commander who had just been shot behind his head, and ordered that from then on, anyone who tried to open the gate would be executed if caught, but his body would be left. Those who are still alive that he is trying to betray consume.

Before the news spread, only a dozen people made another attempt to surrender to the enemy.

With the consumption of new rations, Valber enforced stricter military discipline in the fortress, and increasingly used death to punish offenders.

One person was executed because he opened a small window after smoking a cigarette, and the other was because of blood stains on his clothes when he stood at attention and saluted.

In the end, the non-commissioned officers and him started looking for any excuses to shoot the soldiers, sending corpses into the morgue, and the only reason to stop these soldiers from launching a mutiny was that they knew that the officers did this to give them one more day Rations.

Over time, Valber's nightmare got worse and worse.

In a recurring dream, he was sitting at the chief of a banquet held for him by the besieged troops, but every plate on the table contained soldiers' meat.

In another dream, the mine was on fire, and people were scorched by the flames, and he was just watching and smiling.

A voice whispered to him:

"You broke the last taboo, join us, join us."

In the end, there was only one nightmare that kept repeating.

In this dream, the subordinates betrayed him. When he was alive and fully aware of what was going on, they gobbled up the chief’s flesh and blood and internal organs, while the other soldiers watched hungrily and waited. The moment they become food.

On the third night of the dream, after waking up from the dream, Valber received a message from the radio.

After liberating several core fortresses, the Black Legion ended their operations on the border and turned to their next stage of war.

Valber returned to the guard's room silently, and he began to pray, praying to a new master.

Wendigo, as promised, rescued him from his death.

"Sir?"

A voice interrupted Valber's memory. He turned around and saw that it was his guard.

"They are all waiting, Ok is coming soon, your order?"

Valber smiled slightly, his pupils slowly turned greenish, and his skin turned from the original white to a carrion-like blue-gray.

"Order? Of course."

He raised his head, and from here he could see the spire of Tyre Cathedral.

"Initiate an attack on the enemy in ten minutes."

"Offensive? The empire's order shouldn't be..."

Valber grinned, the arc of the corner of his mouth stretched to the back of his head, his mouth full of sharp teeth gleaming in the light.

"No need to cover up, attack now, target, Tyre!"