Orc Tyrant

In Alan's view, they still have one last chance.

It is not a chance, this is the last arrow in the quiver of fate.

If they turned slightly to the north and passed the edge of Serizawa Town outside the city, they might be able to rush into the wasteland far away.

Of course, the wasteland may also represent death, because it is an area that has become a deadly area due to the siege of Ouke, but this is the problem afterwards, and they will open up their own destiny.

What's more, Alan still has the final hole card, even if it hits Oak's hand, they are not a dead end.

Although he didn't want his comrades in arms to see such results.

If they enter the wasteland of the east, then no matter what the enemy is, they should not continue to hunt down.

As long as they rushed through a small stream called the Frog Ditch, they could escape into the sky and walk freely into death instead of being driven into **** by a group of cursed killers.

But here is still far from the frog ditch.

It is not easy for them to keep moving forward. Such a journey is usually divided into four or five segments, during which they may have to sleep and eat to regain their strength.

If you can reach the end without stopping, it will be a tenacious feat worthy of praise by poets.

If any poet is still alive.

Alan clutched the handrail tightly and discussed with Lehn and Blom.

The voices of all three of them were already rough because they cursed the traitors loudly in the fierce battle.

Blom’s situation is terrible.

His face was bloodless, and his eyes were as dim as a dirty ice, as if his lifeline was slowly being worn off.

"Just do it."

He said.

"Froggou, just do it, don't obey those bastards."

Alan turned around, the wounded soldier was saying something.

"what?"

Alan possessed and approached.

"what are you saying?"

"The voice of the ghost..."

The wounded soldier hissed, and only then did Alan realize that this guy turned out to be a wizard with the army, although only at the apprentice level.

"Then it said, ‘I can see you, I can look directly at your soul’... That’s what he said, God, he’s so arrogant."

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Alan answered.

"Is this a story? Is this what happened around you?"

Alan was a little scared. He was afraid of what witchcraft he had heard, and he didn't want to have anything to do with it.

The wounded soldier woke up suddenly and opened his eyes.

For an instant, he stared at Alan with extreme horror.

"I'm dreaming!"

He shouted:

"I'm dreaming. I dreamt that they were standing there, staring down at me."

He blinked, and the real reality he was in returned, washing away the chaos of that crazy dream for no reason, making him groan and collapse.

"That seems so real."

He muttered to himself.

"It's been a **** ten years ago, but I seem to be back to that day... Have you ever had this kind of dream? This kind of dream that shows you vivid memories, even if you have forgotten those things. The thing? I just went back there."

Alan snorted.

"Instead of staying here."

The wounded added bleakly.

"I'm here to ask you for the last time, do you want me to liberate you with a gun?"

"What? No! I don't want to die."

"Well, first of all, we will all die, and second, you can't make this matter."

"Help me up."

Alan helped him stand up and leaned against the car seat.

As the road stretched, in front, a group of gloomy peaks made up of huge dark clouds went straight into the sky, blackened like the face of the hanged dead.

Tyre is burning!

No matter how you look at it, this is terrible news, at such a rapid speed, they can't get far before the Occan army is overwhelmed.

"Where are we?"

The wounded soldier asked, squinting at the pale ghosts that flashed by.

"We are probably in the middle of luck back home."

Suddenly, the off-road vehicle jolted violently, and the wizard apprentice clung to the seat.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, he pointed to the front and asked.

They were quickly approaching a village to the east, which was almost a checkpoint, with only a few houses on the stone ridge.

A row of spears was nailed to the front of the village. There were thirty or forty spears in total, like the pillars of a fence.

A human head is inserted at the end of each spear handle.

Those heads were facing their direction, and the eyelids were fixed in a round state.

They may have been villagers or captives who were used here after being ritually beheaded, but they may also have become victims in despair.

"Those god-killed monsters!"

Alan sipped, cursing in a low voice.

"This is some kind of witchcraft of the Wendigo Church."

The apprentice wizard looked at the heads nailed to the spear and muttered:

"Keep your distance, don't get close...I can see you."

Alan didn't listen to him at all.

He motioned for the driver to turn immediately, and there was obviously something stationed in this village.

After a second, those heads flashed by, and they swiftly passed the stream in the shadow of the stone ridge.

"what!"

Suddenly, Griffith screamed.

An arrow hit him.

More arrows came one after another, nailing them to the car chuckingly, and some of them slashed across the ground due to lack of strength. Alan could already see the shooters standing on the edge of the village.

A group of creatures with distorted appearances, with huge distorted arms holding more exaggerated pale bone bows, Alan had never imagined that he would be attacked by such primitive weapons.

Although the primitive appearance does not hinder their amazing power.

"Griffith!"

That arrow was really lucky, but Griffith was the opposite.

The arrow pierced the triceps of his left arm, ran through the bones, pierced the skin on the other side, and finally pierced the side of the warrior’s torso between the two ribs, which was equivalent to nailing his arm to the side of the warrior’s torso. On oneself.

Griffiston lost control of the steering wheel.

The pain was so intense, he had bitten off the tip of his tongue in order to suppress the howling.

Ding Ding~!

Two arrows were nailed to their feet, and Alan noticed that these were bony arrows: they had barbeds, like comb teeth leaning backwards.

More importantly, there are blue witch fires burning on it.

It was such an arrow that plunged into Griffith's body, and never wanted to pull it out.

"Well!"

Griffith spit out a mouthful of blood and tried to turn the steering wheel.

Blom and Lehn shouted at him, trying to drive him, breaking the arrow shaft to free his arms.

But Griffith is no longer able to do it.

Soon, another wave of arrows fell from the sky.

One of them may come from the same highly talented or favored shooter, which penetrates Griffith's head from the side, thus ending his pain.

Blood drops splashed on other people's faces.

Griffith collapsed from the steering wheel, even though Blom and Lehn flew on, but in an instant the off-road vehicle itself became its own manipulator.

It does not intend to let them live.