Orc Tyrant

A considerable part of the space is filled by the tall bodies of the Oukes, even though they have taken off their armor, and the farts can only jump their feet, trying to find a better place to see the stage.

The senior leaders of the corps sit in relatively comfortable boxes, which have two rows of upper and lower sides on each side of the stage, from which they can overlook the stage without any obstruction.

It is said that it is a box, but it is not closed, just because there are a lot of conflicts between the various legions and even the bosses. In order to ensure that the performance does not become a mixed exercise, Guk deliberately let the farts use wooden boards between various positions. It is simply separated, but the eyes cannot see each other, and the anger is not so easy.

Of course, the warlords are also inside, just a little closer to Guk.

The place with the most perfect viewing angle is naturally the throne of Guk. It is surrounded by gold and silver murals, with yellow ribbons hanging under the lace curtains.

Above it, a curtain made of gold silk gleams under the light of a large chandelier with hundreds of candles installed in the middle of the top of the stage.

"Boss, why does the overlord want to watch this?"

Grak is the closest warlord to Guk, probably less than ten meters away. Naturally, his entourage also won this honor.

"Shut up! If you want to kill yourself, find an open space and kill yourself."

"No... I just ask."

"How do I know!"

"I thought you like the boss too."

Glak snorted, looked at Gu Ke who was drinking, and whispered:

"I don't like it. Who can appreciate this ghost stuff? Anyway, I can't appreciate this tune, but the boss has spoken, I must listen to it."

A little movement attracted the eyes of the crowd of spectators. Soon every pair of eyes focused on the shiny throne. Guk stood up, raised his hand to the Okers below, and enjoyed what his legion showed to him. Worship-thunderous cheers shocked the whole hall.

"We have conquered a group of weak chickens again! But this is only a group of weak chickens! There are more enemies waiting for us to conquer! Here, in other places, in places we can't see! But! We must! They will be picked out one by one! Tell them what Oak’s waaagh is!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

After a simple preaching, Guk took his seat again, and the lights suddenly began to dim.

The boys stopped the noise, a bright spotlight illuminated the stage, the curtain opened, and Freya walked out.

With curiosity, Gu Ke watched the long-haired dancer walk through the band and onto the stage.

She was wearing a gold-red dress that was too transparent, with jewels shining like stars hanging from the spider silk material. The opening of the dress stretched from the shoulders to the crotch, and the bulging **** and smooth flesh were clearly visible underneath.

When the initial notes are played in the newly designed instrument, the melodious sound spreads from the orchestra pool. This sound spreads to every corner with wonderful performance and romantic beauty.

A large number of light dancers glide through the air in weird costumes, dragging long kites and colored paper streamers behind them, and Freya started dancing on these streamers.

No matter how you look at it, this is a wonderful performance. Among the dozens of rolling streamers, Freya must not be entangled by any of them, and must make many difficult poses. Anyone who knows how to appreciate will give out a heartfelt admiration.

However, the word appreciation is really difficult for Oak.

"This... I still drink the bar."

"Rock-paper-scissors...Hey! What happened to my punch, you lose, drink."

"There are so many jumping teeth, I count, one, two...Huh? Why do you have a toe?"

From the beginning of the whole performance, the attention of the bosses was seriously distracted. Of course, they did not dare to make noise due to the coercion of Guk, but their small movements were constant. One time they ran out and only jumped, and then they flew up there. A fart, or a guy suddenly got a kick in the back of his ass, and then looked back and found someone to punch him or something.

On the other hand, Gu Ke watched very intently, but he was not appreciating the dance, he was confirming one thing.

"What it says... does that mean?"

Staring at the graceful figure flying in the air, Gu Ke's eyes were a little gloomy, and the feeling really disappeared.

In the past, Harpy’s music and dance were a good tuning for him. Although it seemed a bit weird to the kids, Guk never felt that there was anything wrong with it. He just liked it. Bring him sensual pleasure.

But now, this pleasure disappeared, and he began to become irritable, and he could no longer "appreciate".

Is this a bad thing?

He didn't think so, on the contrary, Guk was aware of something he had overlooked before.

When did this change start? What is changing him?

His thoughts fell into that blood and blood purgatory again, those crazy Ouke, and the burning... Liya.

Liya?

Guk suddenly became confused. It seemed that his change started from encountering this harpy, but the other party was undoubtedly loyal, even higher than loyalty, something beyond his understanding.

Did she change herself?

Desire, a word suddenly jumped into Guk's mind, just as a mechanic suddenly caught some inspiration, he suddenly realized what he was encountering.

He encountered his own desire, the desire to kill, and another desire that was emerging. It was these two desires that were trying to change him, and Gu Ke vaguely understood some of what Wendigo had said.

Thinking for a long time made him feel a headache, and when he shook his head to make himself stop thinking, he found that all the bosses were looking at him.

The performance was over. Liya and Freya, both holding musical instruments, looked at Guk on the stage. Her eyes were full of disappointment. Everything that had been carefully prepared ended in Guk's distraction.

"Ah, very good."

Guk stood up and applauded. The bosses also followed suit and applauded.

Freya smiled reluctantly, then bowed and pushed behind the scenes. Liya looked at Gu Ke, but found that the other party's expression was very cold and even a little irritable.

Then, she slowly pushed into the curtain and shed a few tears.

"All right!"

Guk put his hands on the railing of the protruding platform, and shouted down:

"Now! It's time to play the blood bowl!!!"

"Oooo!!!!!"

The bosses cheered, and this violent activity that emerged in the desert has become a common hobby of all Oaks.

The gorgeous stage was rudely demolished. In the huge open space left, simple guardrails were erected. Two teams wearing heavy armor and covered in thorns walked in.

They yelled at each other, cursed, and then stood in front of a line, the surrounding bosses struggling to beat everything around them, roaring with excitement.

"Boss! Make a bowl!"

Grak stomped on the ground a lycanthrope captive, then cut off his head with a knife and threw it into Guk's hand.

"it is good!"

Guk caught it with one hand, then squeezed it with his hands, the weight was just right.

"Go!"

Then, he threw his head into the court.

boom!

In an instant, the two teams of Ok slammed together to compete for the fallen head. They attacked each other with spikes, shoved with brutal force, and roared furiously.

On such a night, more than three thousand beastized captives were consumed in the royal court. They played an important role in various competitions and entertainments. Gu Ke also had a good time. In the game of banging his head, he even played The best twenty-ring performance ever.

When he returned to Lilin's former residence, a magnificent palace bedroom, drunk, he found a shadow curled up under the window.

The white moonlight was shining in the bedroom, but she did not touch a bit, like a helpless doll, sitting quietly on the cold ground.

Guk didn't speak, but instead of removing the mechanical claws from his hands, he threw them onto the huge golden tent, then walked to her side, and leaned against the wall to reach the ground.

"I...something."

Guk paused, and suddenly realized that his vocabulary was so poor.

"The time is not in a hurry, I will tell you slowly..."