Orc Tyrant

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The roar in her belly made Dalia's face flushed. She didn't know if these green skins would laugh at herself, but she felt a bit embarrassed, but there was nothing to do.

The clerk's salary is not high, she still needs to pay her mother's debt, two meals a day and one working meal is still awkward, because most of the time she is half hungry.

She was able to reduce consumption as much as possible when she was sitting at the desk, but during the days of imprisonment she had only one meal a day, and the amount was very small.

The higher the altitude, the louder and louder the roar of the transport aircraft, and the more intense the vibration of the fuselage, she even suspected that the iron-skinned thing was about to disintegrate.

Finally, the noise changed the tone, and the transport plane began to enter a horizontal state, moving forward in the sky at an unimaginable high speed.

At this moment, she really left her hometown.

After thinking about it for a while, she now wants to know where they are going, why did those Ouke bring her out of the dungeon, and what exactly they want to do?

Strangely, she was not afraid of this unusual voyage, but she attributed it to the mystery that this trip brought enough to conceal any vigilance.

For the next day or so, her escorts—now she no longer thinks they are arresters, withstood her every attempt to communicate except feeding her and drinking.

Although it was all dried meat that didn't look very palatable, she gobbled it up.

During the journey, they had no emotion at all, and stood motionless like dumb caregivers.

She has no other pastimes other than studying how they look.

She realized that these oaks were really very unusual, because the oaks she had learned, including the reports of those front-line messengers, all showed a common characteristic of them without exception.

noisy.

Oak should be a very noisy and active creature, and being still should be a torture, a torture for them.

But these huge, well-equipped Oukes have withstood this torture.

Each of them looks tall and strong, even by Ouke’s standards, they are very large, and they have a variety of weapons on their bodies.

Rumor has it that Guk, the king of Ouke, has an absolutely obedient armed force, his overlord guard, and those are terrible killing machines.

Dalia realized that these overlord guards were likely to be in front of her.

But she had never observed them at such close distance, and they smelled of unpleasant gunpowder, motor oil, and acid sweat.

They are equipped with huge pistols with gleaming light in the barrel, with arcs and spiked tomahawks and halberds on the top, and the bone trophies and religious ornaments hung on them are constantly swinging in the dusty air in the cold engine room.

There is a four-by-four black and white square on their shoulder armor with a set of numbers written in it. Dalia quickly calculated that the numbers in any row and column add up to the same total, no matter how they are combined-vertical , Horizontal or diagonal.

"Thirty-four."

Looking at the guards who didn't move, she said seriously.

"Always thirty-four."

"what did you say?"

Finally, a guard asked.

His voice does not belong to human beings, like a shrill metal screeching reverberating under the helmet, Daria was immediately taken aback when he responded to some of the words he had said to her.

"The number on your shoulder is a very delicate idea. Who designed it for you?"

"A dried shrimp, do you understand?"

"Yes it is."

Dalia nodded hesitantly.

"I am very good at math."

"This is our number."

The guard said muffledly.

"We are the 34th team."

"What? All of you?"

"All of us are all the same, you can just call me 34."

"Okay, but why were you sent to take me away?"

"We were sent to take you back before you were killed."

"Kill?"

Dalia screamed.

"for what?"

"I don't know, what the overlord's bird said, we just listen to the overlord."

Dalia thought for a while, her eyeballs rolled back and forth on her eyelashes, and she recalled what she had involved in the previous few days.

Perhaps their purpose of saving themselves is the same as the purpose of imprisoning themselves by their superiors before.

"Maybe... but why? Okay, let's change the subject, where are you taking me?"

"Tyre."

The guards only drily returned two words. So far, they have been communicating in Occitan. If Dalia hadn't learned it before, she probably wouldn't understand this strange language.

I have to say that Fei-Ok speaks Occitan, which is simply an act of murdering the throat all the time. She just said that for a while, and her throat seemed to be on fire.

"Tyre?"

Dalia asked cautiously, her voice slightly hoarse.

"It's not... that Tyre?"

"There is no second one."

The guard spoke and stretched out the sun visor on one side. Dalia immediately held his breath in surprise at the sight that was shown before her eyes. Her face was immersed in the special light from the city below.

The surface of this ancient city has been covered by flames and metal. The clear sky in the past was suffocated by striped pollution clouds. The industrial area like a giant lying on the ground with outstretched limbs is bigger than the Phoenix Palace seen by Dalia. , The whole world seems to be following the heartbeat of a huge hammer

And throbbing.

Pillars of fire and towering chimneys rise in the undulating southern part of the city. Railroad tracks made of shimmering steel stretch out in all directions like cracks in the ground, and broken light floods into the sky.

Those are the Minghui produced by tens of thousands of technical workshops, and tons of weapons have survived from these workshops, arming millions of Oukes.

"This is…?"

"Tyre."

The guard nodded surely.

"We are about to land. You are going to meet a warlord."

"Who?"

"Glak."

"Red Devil Grak."

When Daria said these words, her eyes became dull, and she seemed to be muttering to herself.

"Warlord Goff, the right-hand man of Guk, and one of his first followers, is an extremely cruel Ok, who often organizes notorious killing contests..."

A picture appeared in her mind. There was a big red beast in the picture, but it looked angry, as if it was getting angry because there was nothing to hack.

Surrounding it are various weapons, a few giant machetes, a one-man high battle axe, and an arc hammer.

But it looked very unhappy, and it seemed to be about to explode.

As Daria told the story, the guards exchanged glances, and each of them clenched their weapons.

Dalia noticed their movements, and her voice gradually weakened.

"what's happenin?"

She asked tremblingly, but no one answered her.

One of the guards unfastened the seat belt that fastened him to the cabin and walked towards Dalia.

She was taken aback by his sudden action, and she backed away in a panic, and then sat down on the floor.

The guard walked towards her step by step, his eyes hidden in the huge metal helmet radiating a dazzling green light.

"At the station, it's time to go down, remember this is a secret operation, don't say anything."