Orc Tyrant

A change reminded him that it seemed that a guest had arrived.

Guk put the glove he just removed aside and straightened his waist.

"What happened?"

After a while, a guard wearing a horned helmet stepped in and stood at attention to salute.

His armor is in good condition, but after several days of hard work, Guk can hardly see the emblem of the war gang on it. He only noticed that there was a deep knife mark on his red left fist, right on the right. The shoulder armor was covered with charred black, obviously a masterpiece of flamethrower.

Guk noticed these tiny details at a glance, even the warrior's posture allowed him to read a lot of information, and he recalled the name of the guard.

Brutus.

He has always been a confident, even reckless fighter, but now he appears cautious and uneasy.

The fierce and ruthless war locked him in a state of constant preparation, as if threats were everywhere, and even the rest after capturing the Black Fire Fort could not be eliminated.

He involuntarily kept his hand next to the weapon, as if ready to respond to an ambush.

Seeing how he was imprisoned by a sense of urgency after the drastic changes, Guk felt very satisfied. A guard should maintain a fighting posture at all times-but he was still too nervous.

"Your armor will keep those mechanics busy for a while."

Guk said as easily as possible.

"I believe that every dent and scratch is worthwhile, Overlord."

The guard replied simply, motionless, and the limbs under the armor were tight.

Guk laughed, and he stretched out his unarmored hand.

The guard hesitated for a moment, and then held it.

"It's good to see you, Brutus, come, tell me what new news you have gotten, don't care about any politeness, take off the helmet."

"No need, boss."

He was previously assigned to clean up the dock set up by the rebels on the seashore. Now that he is here, it means that the work has been completed, and maybe there is some information about Xiami. Guk specifically explained that they should pay attention to this.

"Whatever, you have seen it too. I'm questioning. It will take a while. Maybe you have to make a long story short."

"Understood, boss."

He nodded, because the beast-shaped helmet covered most of his face, so Guke couldn't see his expression, so he could only point at a crumbling chair beside the table.

"Sit down and talk to me."

Brutus hesitated.

"If you allow me, boss, I want to introduce you to some people."

"What?"

"They are members of my war gang, and I go on missions with me. They all have their own discoveries. Since you want to hear stories, they have a lot of stories to tell, and I will be very happy if they can be summoned. They are all loyal fighters."

"They came with you?"

"They are standing by in the hall outside, boss."

"Let them in."

The guard sent a signal, and a few guards filed in, a total of ten.

Their armors are also weather-beaten, and everyone's war gang emblems have been worn out to be unrecognizable. They showed the same calm and concentration as Brutus, so that they appeared cautious, as if they did not dare to step into such a space exclusively for the overlord. Or at least worry that your worn-out armor will taint it.

Guk sighed slightly. The timidity on the surface was actually a tense nerve that might never be able to relax again. Those damned traitors made his soldiers pay such a price.

He read the details again, and many stories clearly contained them.

A piece of armor that was slightly deformed by being swept by a pistol, a broken finger, has been stitched, the handle of a short knife does not match the color of the scabbard, it must be a substitute for forcibly taken on the battlefield, the chest is lucky in the face of heavy rain ammunition A dense bullet mark left when escaping.

"We always work together."

Brutus said.

"A lot of enemies were killed along the way."

"Yes, yes, I have seen them all, let me know you,"

Guk nodded and said, proud of having such a group of elite fighters, as long as there are them, any traitors or other things are just corpses waiting to be buried.

"Sit down, take off those helmets, and tell me your story face to face. What have you found?"

The guards obeyed awkwardly, but they were out of tune with the current situation. Two or three of them did not want to sit down, and none of them took off their helmets.

Are they ashamed of the scars? Are they reluctant to show their pride?

Guk felt a little puzzled.

One of the guards stood far away at the door. This strange position reminded Gu Ke of this prison. There was always someone guarding the exit.

But the guard should be outside the door, and what should be guarded inside the door?

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit weird and strange.

Guk noticed that they all brought weapons, sheathed pistols and axe. The only weapons in this exclusive area belonged to the guards, but generally speaking, they would not bring all the weapons to appear in Guk. before.

But Guk didn't want to let these tired veterans leave their trusted weapons outside, it would be like asking them to remove parts of their bodies, such as arms or eyes.

In the war, these weapons are at stake for their lives, they have been integrated with them, and if they are taken away—

Suddenly, a thought suddenly appeared.

"Where's your shelf?"

He asked, staring at the familiar guard in front of him.

"Boss? Shelf?"

"In Abandoned City, I will give you the brace for the boss of the war gang, and your spoils?"

"Yes...Yes, it's a pity it was lost, while fighting."

A small detail, it is just one of the many details that Guk has captured in these few minutes.

He did equip the guards with boss brackets, but there are many, but Brutus's is slightly more special. He still remembers that it is a bad moon sign, and the guards once said that without it they can’t fight by themselves. .

It is so insignificant, so inconsequential, that it should have been ignored, but since his rise he has learned not to ignore any details.

His innate nature is to perceive all differences, and the possibility of him to read anything. This is his true power beyond all boys—the wisdom of the wise boy is much more than thinking.

"Why don't you show your face, Brutus?"

"Boss—"

"What does that shelf look like? What is the boss sign on it?"

Brutus did not answer, but his right hand reached for the gun fixed to his waist.

In an instant, Gu Keru fell into the ice cellar, and he finally understood what the prisoner's last smile came from.

After a moment of shock, he used pure willpower to wipe out frustration, surprise, disappointment and impulse, not to curse that he was deceived, and not to vent the troubles that such a poisonous scheme brought to him.

There is no time to spend on this, they are just luxury goods.

He erased this in an instant, because if he wasted even a moment on this, he would sacrifice the only short opportunity to do something more important.

That is to live.