Orc Tyrant

The humans took the lead in attacking, but the boss of Ouke moved as fast as him.

The old blind eye swept the knife down to block the attack while raising the leg in front of him and kicking it against the human chest. The opponent blocked with his arm, staggered back under the heavy blow, then regained his balance and held the sword horizontally. Point directly at the enemy.

This surprised the old blind eye. With his power, he could completely kick the bones of a Xiami's body, but this man seemed to be okay, but he felt like he was kicking on the stone.

But at this time there is not much time for him to think.

As the body turned, the humans circled his side and swept the sword in his hand at the same time.

Old Blind eye raised his leg just right, ready to give him another one, but the man jumped up instead and stepped down along Ok's ankle.

For an instant, the old blind eye felt the joints collapse under the weight, and at the same time he lowered the machete to block the sword that was slashing towards his head.

He yelled and backed away quickly, partly because of pain and partly because of anger.

"Shrimp!"

He shouted.

"You have to pay for it!"

"No, I don't think so."

What surprised him was that fluent Occitan slid directly into his auricle, and he looked at the human being, and for the first time heard a creature other than Oc speak their language.

"It is you who will pay the price."

Suddenly, there was a series of explosions from the side of the battlefield, followed by dense gunshots, and a group of black-clad night blades led reinforcements to join the battle against Ouke.

"We never fail!"

The leader of Oak roared and hacked again with the knife, but due to the loss of balance caused by the broken leg, this attack was much more clumsy than the previous one.

The man easily took a step forward, avoided this one, and then pushed the sword towards the enemy's upper abdomen.

"No, you will eventually fail."

The machete fell from the old blind hand and smashed to the ground. He staggered back, panting hard. The sword was not an ordinary weapon. The moment it pierced into the body, the strong tremor almost tore him. All organs.

Another round of shelling came, mixed with the noisy sound of fighting, spraying flowers of death onto the battlefield.

"We will only die, not lose..."

The old blind who fell to the ground spit out these words, and the other party followed closely and pierced the sword into his chest again, splashing blood on the man's face.

"Shabal will..."

His voice gradually weakened, and the light of battle in his eyes began to dim, until the last breath of horror came out of his open mouth.

Nutans drew the sword from the body of the dead Oke leader, and the blood was splattered to the ground along the vibrating position. The huge wound in his abdomen continued to overflow with blood, and soon a wide pool of blood was formed around him.

"Our mission is not here."

Silas came to him and communicated with Nutans in a very low voice.

They were once the secret guards of the empire, but now they have a brand new identity-Night Blade.

An organization that serves the Shadow Royal Court, the leader is the shadow prince Van Helsing, or Diego, who was rumored in the past.

He broke up and reorganized the secret guards, and eliminated all the dangerous elements loyal to the pseudo-emperor. Naturally, there was no blood, but everyone knew that it was necessary, because the old empire was dead and the new empire needed one. The nascent intelligence organization.

Now they are no longer the unorganized independent individuals of the past. Diego divides the night blade into seventeen parts, of which fifteen are responsible for monitoring the fifteen provinces currently owned by the empire, and the other two are responsible for it. With more mysterious missions, they acted in the dark as a ranger.

Nutans is one of them. He is now a squad leader, and Silas is his deputy.

After escaping from Cusconar, he completely devoted himself to the shadow court formed by Diego and accepted the transformation of mysterious technology.

Only the Shadow Prince and his flesh-and-blood engineers knew the specific content of the transformation. In short, the only thing Nutans knew was one content-he was probably not a human anymore.

But this is not important to him, especially after experiencing such a terrible hell, humans and inhumans are no longer so important in his eyes.

This is the first time he has come out to perform a mission after the transformation, but as Silas said, his mission is not here.

"I know, it only takes two minutes."

He simply replied, and rushed forward, silently passing through the bullet rain, while pulling out the pistol from the belt with both hands, and continuously firing at the green skin.

The greenskins fired chaotically at the night blade in the charge, but their dazzling bullets were as slow as a flying dragonfly in the eyes of Nutans. He had no tendency to slow down at all. Instead, he accelerated his speed and rushed towards the largest of Ouke One.

The fart and the knives fled because of the intense firepower of the night blades, allowing Nutans to pass through the front line of the Ork troops. After he emptied the bullet in the pistol, he drew the long sword from his waist again.

"Green Skin must die!"

A kid stopped him, and Nutans didn't go around, just a jump and jumped onto the shoulders of the roaring war beast.

The huge impact made the kid fall on his back, but Nutans did not get entangled with it, and rolled away under the action of inertia, and immediately stood up again.

After seeing the huge green skin slam the machete on a soldier's face, he held the sharp sword in his right hand, leaped towards the monster's back, and then thrust the sword into the beast's collarbone and bladed shoulder. Between A.

Waaaaaaagh! !

The force of the body's fall made the sharp sword not reach the hilt, and Oke even made a short sound for a few seconds before being pierced into the heart by the sharp blade, and he was killed.

Beside him, the fingertips of the last wizard on the battlefield fired crackling energy, scorching the flesh and blood in the green leather armor, causing their souls to scream in pain.

The once-smooth robe is now damaged in many places, becoming dim, and the surface is covered with layers of mud and blood, but he has always been fighting with the passion and determination of a soldier.

"Thank you."

He turned his head and smiled at Nutans, his smoky face showed two rows of bright teeth, but the other party dragged him to the ground and pressed his head firmly.

Boom boom boom~~~!

A series of explosions sounded in the surrounding area, and more soil and stones were thrown into the sky. It was not until the shelling spread to the rear more than ten seconds later that Nutans got up from the ground.

The wizard also raised his head and spit out the mud from his mouth.

"Hold here and do your duty."

After Nutans said these words to him, he took the night blade and left the position. At this time, the green skin that had rushed up had been cleared, but there were more climbing on the half slope.

Shabal could see clearly that the corpses were piled a little higher on the hillside that was not far away.

But that flag, the most conspicuous Xiami boss flag, was still flying high. This was something he couldn't bear. The boys wereted a lot of time but failed to kill everything on it.

So now his scarred fist was clenched against Zaporo's scrawny green throat, and he squeezed, drooling from his huge exposed fangs.

The sadly squeezed kid felt a strong suffocation.

"I won't ask you again, idiot!"

The warlord roared, Zaporo wanted to say something, his eyes bulging, his hands uselessly struggling on Shabal's huge forearm.

Soon, a green lightning-like brilliance made a strong hissing sound on the swollen head of the abnormal kid, and the surrounding bosses gasped in a sigh. Mechanic Makar tried to leave the onlooker madly.

"He will explode!"

Udeka, Shabal's adjutant yelled.

Then, a gasp came from the mouth of the abnormal boy Zaporo, and Shabal leaned forward, bringing the troubled green skin close to his face.

"what?"

"If he blows up, we all have to die."

A new voice said that Shabal's entourage turned their heads and reached for the machete and pistol.

Shabal still stared at Zaporo, but his eyes squinted and his hand loosened.

"Where have you been?"

He questioned like this, but not to the perverted kid.

"Get the machine ready, a problem has just been fixed."

Skillmaster Okimid came over, and the kid behind him was carrying a huge machine similar to a disc.

"Let him try again, maybe."

"Humph!"

Shabal turned around and threw Zaporo in front of Okimid. After getting up, the perverted boy immediately rushed to the side of Jiba, and looked at the machine with a wince.

"Hurry up!"

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