Orc Tyrant

After the shelling stopped, Viken immediately entered the square, and other mechas followed him on both sides. Due to the loss of the rotten teeth, he now had only seven little brothers left.

After entering the open area, the mechas started shooting, and a dense rain of bullets passed through the square, tearing the beastly people behind the bunkers to shreds.

"It's so easy!"

Viken roared with the multi-barrel cannon in his hand.

"Where can I fight?"

A sound of breaking glass made him look up.

Large swaths of stained glass flew out from the heights of the palace. Although it was the evening before darkness enveloped it, under the fire of bullets, one could still see that the majestic monument representing the glory of the king was destroyed from inside to outside.

Wicken vaguely saw the smelly man's horned helmet moving indistinctly in the darkness behind the window frame.

After firing a few shots at the broken stained glass window, Viken activated his claws and rushed into the gathered beasts, cutting a **** path effortlessly.

In response to his actions, the scrap iron gathered firepower on the high window frames.

They kept attacking the enemy with auxiliary weapons-flames spurted out from under their arms, and mechanical tongs buzzed to smash everything that dared to get too close.

At the same time, the storm kid commando team under Fazak's opponent made a concise gesture, and then they immediately divided into two parts.

A team started shooting at the enemies on the side of the scrap iron block with big guns. The ruthless bullet rain opened a passage in the smelly guy. Fazak immediately rushed in and kept firing with his gun as he rushed to the palace steps.

The other team followed him, trampled on the carpet made by the corpse, and tried to reach the other side of the square before the enemy closed.

Fazak rushed out of the crowd on the opposite side, jumping over the steps and crashing onto the heavy gate.

Then he immediately rolled up and pointed the pistol at the beastman again.

Afterwards, the other seven Storm Boys rushed out of the enemy group, escaped from the crazy enemies, and immediately turned around to penetrate them with firepower.

The eighth player nearly completed the goal, but a bullet hit the center of his eyes, killing him in an instant.

The dangers of the battlefield make even the trained Storm Boys need a certain amount of luck to survive. It just so happens that this guy's luck is not very good.

"Fight down! Hit them on the back!"

After receiving Fazak's order, the storm teammates on the steps gathered firepower on the square and cut another passage directly in front of the opposite storm kid in the crowd.

The boys rushed in as soon as the road opened, and rushed across the square while constantly shooting with guns.

Fazak stood up, pressed the magazine into the barrel, and killed every enemy that threatened to stop the storm assault team.

Soon, the two teams reunited on the steps of the front porch of the palace, trapping the lycanthropes under the crossfire of the storm team and the scrap iron.

The entire area instantly transformed into a killing zone. Grenades, bullets and flames continued to fly into it frantically from both sides. Every shot hit the target. After a few seconds, the crowd became crushed and crushed. Pile of dead bodies.

Viken strode into the back of the square, searching for the enemy's trace in the high window, but found no signs of movement.

The boots made a terrible crunch as they trampled on the **** minced meat, and he nodded to Fazak on the steps to express his gratitude.

"Ok?"

The clinking sound of heavy objects falling on the stone surface foretells the ominous dusk of this evening.

boom!

The explosion that followed shook the front hall area, and the closed door suddenly opened-bullets shot into the square, breaking the formation of the storm boys and hitting the steel body of the scrap iron.

A group of evil orcs swarmed and rushed out of the front hall, the guns in their hands kept burning in all directions.

At the same time, more stained glass windows were shattered, and bullets flew into the square from above like hail.

The sound of fighting outside echoed in the narrow corridor, shaking the stone foundations of the palace.

The Truf cat dashed a few steps into the vestibule of the front hall, holding the gun from one side to the other, but found that the room was empty.

He made a gesture, and all the remaining five team members sneaked out of the underground drainage channel and immediately raised their guns to form a shooting team.

After a nine-dead assault, they finally got out of the **** secret tunnel, but listening to the outside voice, it was obvious that they had arrived late, and the large army had already rushed in.

So Truf decided to use another defense to prove that he did not fail.

He intends to get rid of the head of the stinky guy directly!

Glancing left and right, he raised his finger to his mouth to keep the other boys quiet, and then approached the only doorway.

But the clank of heavy boots hitting the rocky ground blatantly ignored his own orders, but he himself didn't pay much attention to it.

Outside the stone hall is a low, secondary passage that leads to the magnificent nave, shrouded in darkness.

In the distance, passing through a wide archway across the palace, the magnificent arched nave extends in all directions, with the left leading to the main entrance and the altar on the right.

A group of evil orc soldiers lined up in a dense arc shooting formation in front of the huge main entrance and fired frantically.

The other boys must have rushed outside, and Truf could see the flashing of their muzzles in the dark.

In the other direction, behind the apse behind the altar, purple flashes rushed to the surroundings in the isolated courtyard in the center of the palace.

Above, Truf could see the red-skinned stinks running to the front of the palace to gain the commanding heights of the battlefield.

This is a good opportunity.

"listen."

Truf retreated to the front hall and whispered to a kid.

"You take two over there and wait for my further instructions, where you can put the dead stink under crossfire to support the other boys."

The kid didn't speak, but nodded quickly, and then the other kid made a few silent gestures.

Then they both crouched silently on the ground and rushed outside the door, completely hidden in the shadow along the arched cloister.

"What do we do, boss?"

The remaining two boys looked at him, clasping their weapons in both hands.

"We go and do a big vote!"

Truf roared, staring at the door, then rushed into the nave and went straight to the altar.

On the way, they met a group of stinky guys who looked particularly weak and cowering, and a group of red-skinned guys were guarding them without knowing where they were going.

Maybe they are the heads of stinky guys.

Truf has dealt with Xiami, knowing that they like to be the boss of weak chickens, maybe stinky guys also have this hobby.

"dry!"

Apart from anything else, the three guns hidden in the dark opened fire violently.

"Ah! Enemy attack!"

"Save—wow!"

"Cover the adults to retreat! Hurry up!"

The lycanthropes were caught off guard. It turned out that these were the last ministers to evacuate, but they didn't expect to meet Ok in a fairly safe place, and they lay down for a moment.

All the rest hid in the dark and shivered, and the other evil orcs kept fighting back.

"Go!"

Truf took the grenade on his waist, knocked it a bit, and let a certain pillar toss it.

boom!

After the loud noise, two broken bodies flew out, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"The Minister of State Affairs is injured! Hurry up!"

The lycanthropes suddenly howled, trying to drag back one of the guys who had broken legs but was still struggling, but Truf recognized that it was the head of the stinky guy.

Stimulated by his combat exploits, he rushed forward desperately, pressing his knees on the opponent's back in the rain of bullets, and then drew out the combat knife.

"Do not!!"

In the horrified roar, Truf cut off the opponent's head with a single knife, then pinned it to his waist, quickly retreated into the darkness, and laughed wildly.

"Haha! This time I made a lot of money!!"