Orc Tyrant

The chainsaw machete fell with a screaming arc, and compared to the other weapons he controlled, it was more like a living creature with its own anger.

The guard leader Kundera slapped him as he watched it fall, and his senses spread for a few seconds. He watched it touch the point of impact, and the rapidly rotating jagged edge cut open the armor plate of the traitor's armor.

Sparks burst out the moment the metal was torn.

The sharp teeth go deep into the flesh and blood, calmly and quickly, cutting and burning.

Then there was a smell of meat-the smell of burnt meat, rushing into his nostrils, reminding him of the smell of a fat scrooge slaughtered as food a few months ago.

The sound of the enemy was not a scream, it was more like a moan, a futile cry, which contained a lot of information-but in the end, the **** knew he was finished.

The blood spurted out, just like wine gushing out of a broken tank, from flowing out to spurting and shooting, the blood rushing out of the arteries gathered into a pool at the feet of the deceased.

The opponent had fallen apart, his shoulders, arms, and half of his chest cavity had been split open, and he could hear the sound of broken bones, like broken wet rotten wood.

The traitor was dead, and the warrior continued to move forward, smashing the enemy's skull with huge boots made of crimson steel by the way.

This war was betrayed by far-reaching conspiracy and planning, but the loyal guards have solved the enemy, and more enemies have not yet been killed.

On the battlefield, countless enemies shouted their stupid declarations to the sky with their dirty tongues. The guard leader and his battles will kill them today and infiltrate the land of this dry world with their remains.

This is the fifth day of the siege.

After the traitor’s army uprooted all the strongholds around the Blackstone Fortress with an overwhelming number, they immediately launched an attack on the former overlord court. They never stopped, as if they knew the meaning here.

It is not only an arsenal, but also a symbol of power. Guk rose from here. If the rebels capture this fortress, it means that their leader Gursuth has the possibility of challenging Guk.

In Oak, loyalists are always a minority. When the wind changes, how many kids can maintain their current position is a huge unknown.

Guk also knows this very well, and for this reason he is even willing to abandon all other fortresses and concentrate his forces to keep Black Rock safe.

But even so, the number of rebels is still increasing. They surrounded the Blackstone Fortress and attacked fiercely day and night, trying to gnaw off this hard bone.

Even they concentrated all the heavy firepower that Bao had only here. The shells slapped the shell of the fortress like a torrential rain. If it hadn't been for Guke had strengthened the fortress once, now there would be only ruins.

"Waaaagh!! Take them back!"

Kundera, who was fighting at the east entrance of the fortress, roared and shot with a pistol.

It oscillated like a living thing in his armored gloves, as if eager to fly out of his hand, and when it popped out, it resounded like thunder and echoed through the foul-smelling battlefield, and death followed every round. After shooting.

In the blink of an eye, a head not far away exploded into a pink blood mist, and the limbs turned into red mud.

Not a single point of killing power was wasted. He was born and trained in this way, so his predecessors fought in this way.

The boundless rage surged in his heart, like lightning gathered in the urn.

Oaks are always so angry, but few Oaks can control the power of anger. Right next to him, a guard becomes more and more mad in the battle.

He knew this guy, Yaros who belonged to the Storm Boy, and the opponent was now far away from where he belonged, probably because of the impact of the gunpowder and battle on the battlefield.

But Yaros didn't seem to care about it.

Kundera reloaded his pistol while watching Yaros fight.

He has taken off his helmet, but not for any other reason.

His face was full of anger, his backpack was spraying mist into the ground, and the ends of his gloves were equipped with rigid claws-barbed steel claws that could tear the metal shell. They smoked from the blood that had just been stained. , The hot steam diffuses into the air from above them.

Yaros was falling into a rage, like being radiated, it was the rage from the battlefield itself.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

There are always only the same voices on the battlefield of Ouke. They bring strength and madness. Fierce battles will form a huge waaagh position, and the kid involved will fight until death, or lose strength.

Yaros was like this, he felt like a furnace around him, with invisible flames surrounding him.

The anger spread like wildfire.

Hunger and thirst, surging like blood.

Yaros was immersed in it, until he overwhelmed himself, his anger was quite magnificent.

Huh~!

Suddenly, a bright beam of light rushed out of the line of the traitor. This was a close shot of a broken laser cannon. I don't know where the rebels got it.

In the bright light, Kundera flinched, and his eyelids quickly closed to protect his eyes from the dazzling beam of light.

A second later, when he looked at things again, Yaros was dead.

There was a large charred hole in the center of Yaros' body for his fist to go through. It pierced through armor, flesh and bones, and he poured into the chirping, blood-soaked mud like a felled tree.

Yaros' last action was to look at him, and something invisible passed through the gap between the two Oukes.

The ghostly thing is anger.

The controllable anger in the guard leader receded in an instant, and now he felt that he was full of an anger that only a hairy person could understand.

This is not the death he deserves. Every loyal warrior should be worth a thousand of these screaming, stupid, shit-eating traitors, and he wants them to pay now.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

The guard dropped his gun, and this should be done within a short distance, at an eye-to-eye distance.

"Guk is the real King of Oak!!!"

Shouting the name of the overlord, the guards rushed into the enemy's formation, his sword turned into a bright flashing trajectory, followed by death.

The enemy manipulating the laser cannon was frightened by the thunderous roar of the guard leader, and even the frenzy of fighting could not cover the sound of anger and revenge.

The guard leader's serrated knife pierced the breastbone of a traitor and exploded a mess of crimson liquid from his spine. They drew closer to each other and fell into a cruel embrace.

Taking advantage of the chance that the traitor was still alive, Kundera did not hesitate to tear open the opponent's throat with his free hand.

blood.

Blood spurted from the destroyed body of his enemy like spring water, splashed on his visor, and dyed his vision red.

A smell of copper entered the inside of his helmet, and his mouth was immediately filled with saliva. He had been awake, drinking and eating for a few days. He just wanted to take off his helmet and drank the spilled substance.

The anger spread like wildfire.

Hunger and thirst, surging like blood.

At this moment, he was on the verge of madness.

Today’s battle will be won, undoubtedly, and tomorrow...