Orc Tyrant

"Oh, that's the real ass, that's the real ass, you’re fighting and jumping, standing guard and jumping, are you a mushroom like this kid!? Don’t you find it interesting if I keep yelling at you? Go? You are so stubborn, do you squint for a while when you are tired? Do you mean squint if you don't want to talk?"

Ok was the kid named Jiba who first realized that something was wrong.

He woke up before sunrise, because the latest mixed exercises caused his head to sore, and he was eager to continue sleeping.

But his boss woke him up with a slap, so he put on his boots, grabbed a weapon, and climbed from the camp to a high place to supervise the changing of the sentry.

In the process of changing the guard, he also quarreled with the sentinel before, and the other party complained that his face was not good-looking, and finally gave him a shock.

The camp of their war gang was built on the periphery of a stone fortress of the lycanthrope. This is also the stronghold closest to the lycanthrope defensive border, and **** battles are staged every day in the distant jungle.

Ork’s team is constantly infiltrating, and the Orc’s hunting team uses various traps to ambush. The two sides fight day and night, but in general, Ork is more profitable because the Orc has been losing blood unilaterally. , Many hard-established reclaimed land was repeatedly ravaged, unable to produce the large amount of food they need.

Jiba rubbed the dewy leaves on his face, regaining his consciousness. This was a weird time of the day.

The first ray of sunlight was infiltrating into the sky, and a light breeze was blowing, and a cloud of ghostly dense fog was swept between the huge camp and the jungle, surging quickly across the wilderness.

He checked his gun, quietly took another sip of the wine on the table, and chatted with the other two boys on duty.

He walked into a platform on the edge of the guard tower to observe the outside scenery. This small tower had no ceiling, and the morning wind disturbed his overlord (Moxican) style Skugger hairstyle.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, he sniffed, turned and asked.

"what is what?"

The other guy hiccuped and replied. He was eating a live fish, and blood was thrown everywhere. .

Jiba listened for a moment, and the distant screams diminished by the wind were still like tinnitus, and there was a smell in the air that smelled like wormwood.

"That smell."

He nodded, confirming that his senses were correct.

"Maybe those **** stinks are burning something."

The fish-eater said vaguely:

"Xiang Jiao?"

"Do not."

Jiba shook his head.

"It's something else."

He raised his head and listened carefully to the sound of the wind. Some distant sound was mixed in his tinnitus. He pressed his hand on the railing and felt an ominous deep tremor.

"Call the boss over."

He said quickly.

"what?"

The guy still looks inexplicable.

"In the morning?"

"Call the boss right away!"

Jiba turned his head and yelled at him, making the guy jump up from the mushroom chair.

"What are you doing so loudly!"

Jiba kicked the opponent off the sentry tower with an annoyed kick, then turned his head back to look at the edge of the tumbling fog.

Soon, he saw what was rushing towards them, and in surprise and fear, he stammered out the two syllables.

"Smelly guy!!!"

One kilometer to the west, exactly thirty seconds later, the boss of the Broken Iron War gang Kushbaha suddenly turned to his adjutant.

"Can we hear the waves here?"

His question was strange, and the adjutant shook his head.

"I can't hear you, boss."

"But do you hear it? The sound of a big wave hitting the beach?"

The adjutant looked very puzzled.

"It seems...I heard something."

He said so in his mouth, but he started to complain whether his boss' ears were beaten up during the last fight.

They were walking in the camp. During a routine morning patrol, Kushbaha turned and looked to the east. A huge cloud of mist enveloped the cluster a kilometer away.

The heavy fog hung in the air like a towering hill that appeared out of thin air.

"what is that?"

He pointed to the dense fog and asked, but the adjutant did not answer.

Suddenly, the fenders under their feet began to tremble, and Ouke and his lieutenant reflexively withdrew their weapons.

"stand up!"

Kushbach shouted.

"Get up now!"

Then he ran into the mud room where the boys were resting, where his guard was sleeping soundly. Although he was just a war gang boss, he still established his own old David team in a decent way. It was a battle of thousands of guns anyway. help.

"Go away, or I will kill you."

Facing the call of his boss, a kid turned over on the mushroom bed and issued a vague warning.

Kushbach directly kicked that guy's ass, which was a large target that was very easy to target. In an instant, the kid flew up and almost hung on the beam.

"stand up!!!!!!!"

All the boys got up, and the one who was kicked also stood up, rubbed his assaulted back, and blinked in the dim light.

His head was muddy, numbly distinguishing what was the real memory fragment and what was the dream just now.

"what's happenin?"

He looked at his boss and asked curiously.

Kushbach stared at him, the kid's eyes were a little disturbed, he knew that that kind of gaze was never needed for a tall, muscular guy like the boss.

"You jump your head, keep up!"

After Kushbaha turned and left, he immediately understood what had happened, and tried to put on his boots while running. He could already hear the sound clearly.

That kind of whisper.

At a certain distance, the battle sounds like a special sound.

The vibration of the ground, the roar of weapons, the muffled sound of blasting, and the shouts of creatures all intertwined into an ominous whisper, just like the savage growl of a monster that is gradually awakening on the opposite side of a hill.

He had heard this whisper many times, and it always signaled the days when he was lucky to save his life, or the moments he would never forget.

"Smelly guy is here!!"

Outside the tent, the light had arrived, the camp was in a mess, and the boys hurriedly prepared for battle.

Kushbach raised his head and looked at the sky. The slowly rotating clouds were stained with a layer of pink, like running water seeping into blood or stinking skin.

He smelled a familiar smell in the unpleasant wind.

To the east, there seemed to be a huge sandstorm slowly creeping over the front line, and even a camp was engulfed.

The Ouke boss squeezed out of the surging queue, shouted orders, and asked to get in touch with other war gangs.

The guards scattered around him like fragments emitted by grenade, passing orders in clear tones, injecting rigid order into this unprepared group.

"set!!"

"Take out the big tutu gun!"

"Where is the cannon? What about that big cannon? Which **** stolen!"

Kushbaha gave orders while dragging himself up the ladder of an observation tower.

Halfway through the climb, he looked down at the adjutant and called out his name, and the other party immediately threw his binoculars up.

Kushbaha grabbed the telescope with one hand, took off the lid, and glanced eastward.

Next to their camp, another war gang camp was in chaos, and the boys were pouring out of the crypts and mud houses with the same turmoil.

Then, further away, he saw...

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