Orc Tyrant

"Ah~~~~~~~"

With a stern roar, the last ghoul fell to the ground under the siege of several soldiers, and its head was chopped off by Alan to prevent it from standing up again.

He had witnessed before, a monster shot through his chest by a bullet suddenly jumped up again and rushed towards the enemy who had just defeated it and was still in a relaxed state.

That was also the last time he saw the company commander of his own company.

After the battle, they ran back to Lehn, who was supporting the wounded soldier.

Blom retrieved the spear, but behind him was a string of red dots.

The wounded soldier was panting tiredly, and the heat was quickly draining from his wide open mouth. He seemed to have been injured when the ammunition was detonated. Alan guessed that he had several fractures.

He couldn't help wondering where the pastor who was with the army would end now.

The pastor should be wise, he should have used his wisdom to guide and guard the destiny of everyone.

He did a very good job. When the ghouls came in, he was at a loss. After that, he had no idea. He used that old-fashioned chanting ritual to call the gods and pray for them to descend from the upper realm and be destroyed Those evil spirits.

Alan believes in the existence of gods.

He believes in this, believes in the heavens where the gods live, and the lower realms where ghosts go.

These are the only spiritual sustenances people have in the volatile and mundane world.

But he is also a pragmatist. He knows that sometimes a person has to open up his own destiny, especially at a critical juncture when his life is hanging by a thread.

Otherwise, he would not succumb to Oak's threat.

When stationed, the troops stored their vehicles in a depression 100 meters away from the camp.

This place is connected to a highway, and there are more than a dozen off-road vehicles and trucks, although most of them are under maintenance.

The leader's car is always on standby, just like buckling an arrow on the bowstring, ready to shoot at any time.

"Let's get in the car!"

Alan said, everyone rushed along the steep **** to the edge of the depression.

"Which car?"

Lehn suddenly asked.

"The leader's car!"

"But that's the captain's car..."

Griffith said cautiously.

"He doesn't need it anymore... at least not as urgently as we do."

Griffith looked at him blankly.

"The captain is already lying on the ground, you idiot."

Alan patted the other's head.

"Get in the car quickly."

Everyone quickly climbed into the off-road vehicle and let the wounded lie on the back table.

Although there is no car key, Alan knows how to start the machine, which is not particularly complicated.

But at this time ghouls also gradually appeared at the top of the steep slope.

After a while, Alan finally succeeded in starting a fire for the fifth time. The rear of the car was suddenly filled with exhaust gas, and there was roaring under the hood.

However, he did not notice at all that the car was originally fixed to the ground, and a few chains connected it to the ground.

As the wheels turned, the iron cables creaked overwhelmedly, and the off-road vehicle swayed and groaned, eagerly seeking freedom.

"Cut the rope off!"

Alan yelled, but Griffith sat in the back of the car and looked at him.

"He really isn't coming?"

He asked blankly.

"Who?"

"Head, did you see him dead?"

"He would have arrived if he were to come."

Then they heard the sound of firewood bursting in the campfire.

A round of bullets was nailed to the steel plate of the armored vehicle, splashing dust, and leaving pieces of debris when passing through the glass.

"Bury your head down! Cut off the rope!"

Alan yelled, those ghouls actually shot at them, this action was like a basin of cold water pouring him from head to toe.

Griffith and Lehn immediately cut the anchor with their weapons, and the off-road vehicle rushed out like a beast running away.

"Damn!"

This swift start caused them all to fall into the car.

Lehn is responsible for driving, he is the best driver among these people.

He held the steering wheel in one hand, and at the same time stepped on the accelerator with the weight of his whole body, and held the clutch lever tightly with the other hand to balance the power transmitted by the two.

Soon, they rushed out of the depression, through the gap in the periphery of the camp, and into the open area.

As they left the camp, the screams of inhuman beasts swept across the night sky, like the ferocious howling of a ghost, and the bone-thinning cold rushed toward their faces.

The sudden cold made them all exclaimed, and then immediately raised their collars or wrapped a scarf to protect their fragile mouth and nose.

"It's cold! Obviously it should be summer now!"

This sudden cold made Alan smell an ominous breath, which was not a good sign.

He glanced at the wounded soldier slumped in the back of the car. The opponent was panting heavily in pain and fatigue, and his mouthful of heat was instantly taken away by the cold wind.

"Cover your mouth!"

Hearing this shout, the wounded soldier looked up at Alan dullly.

"Cover your mouth! Breathe through your nose!"

"what?"

Alan turned around and said loudly in his ear.

"If you open your mouth so wide, all the heat will be lost. Use your nose to breathe. Save your energy."

He opened a straw box under the car mat, took out a blanket, and then shook it vigorously to wrap up the wounded soldier.

"Breathe through your nose."

Alan reminded:

"Don't you understand this? Don't you know how to resist the cold?"

"do not know."

"Then I'm teaching you now, remember it all!"

The wounded soldier was speechless, he had no strength to speak at the moment.

The pain of rekindling grabbed him tightly, and his pervasiveness was extraordinary. It completely suppressed his thinking and did not allow even a trace of willpower to be used for other purposes.

He had never experienced such pain before, maybe only once.

He vaguely heard the cry.

In the scream of the off-road vehicle engine and the soldiers' breathing, he barely caught a crying cry.

But he didn't have much time to think about it, and the howl of the beast approached again.

"They are catching up! Damn it!"

The ghoul still chased after him, Lehn immediately pointed to the rearview mirror to warn him when he spotted the chaser.

Through the dim car lights, Alan could see vague ghosts galloping around the dense forest on both sides, but he noticed something strange.

It's not that the speed of the ghouls is so fast that it can parallel the speed of the off-road vehicle, but that their speed is slowing down.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know! The engine seems to be frozen!"

The driver’s words made Alan focus his attention on the dense forests on both sides. He saw some unusual shadows, a pale ghost floating in the air like a ghost. It had an appearance similar to a ghoul, but More slender and ugly.

And where it passed, everything withered and withered, obviously accompanied by extreme cold.

These ghouls with witchcraft power must have been dispatched to continue the killing at night, and their owners are obviously determined to make this **** action to the extreme.

Alamben hoped that the enemy would stop the offensive after destroying the camp.

But things are counterproductive. The ghouls must be ordered to continue chasing them, and they will never give up until the victims are all killed.

Alan couldn't help wondering, who is their owner? What is the purpose behind it?