Orc Tyrant

This huge camp is more and more similar to the carnival parade in the eyes of Quelsana. A spacious tent is erected in the center of the camp. The pergola above the head shields the blazing sunlight of the wasteland to a certain extent. The fence is more often a symbol, although it is very fragile, but no Oker dared to cross it.

This was once an important line of defense in the southern part of the Benedict Empire, but they were retreating steadily under Oak's erosion offensive. Now they can only shrink in a few fortresses, but the terrain determines that Oak has an irresistible advantage.

This is the Birtwil Mountain Range, where humans once had a great victory, but they still gave up the only barrier on this large alluvial plain.

Quelsana walked a little in the camp.

Nearby, a team of guards in bright silver armor is busy assembling and starting a big fan. Before night falls, important areas of the camp will be shrouded in a strong wind.

The pergola and wall panels distorted the roar of the battlefield from the far end, but compared with the ridge where the boys gathered, it was even more noisy and deceptive.

Hundreds of Oukes squeezed under the central ceiling, and they surrounded a mobile sand table with areas marked on it-this was also a gift from the harpy.

Suddenly, the strong Okers dispersed, and even Quelsana waited with bated breath.

"Boss!"

When he stepped up the chain ladder, Quelsana felt a soft sound in his ears and a slight coolness on his face, which indicated that the super fan had been activated. This was the white tyrant taking off his helmet and began to greet many bosses and warlords. .

At the same time, Quelsana also smelled the fresh air, as well as the hot, nervous and exhausted sweat of everyone.

She looked around and found that Glak was in the center of the group, with the strategic sand table in front of him. There was no warrior beside him as a guard, and he was not wearing a helmet, and he had removed most of the armor on his arms, shoulders and torso.

He is still wearing heavy armor below his waist, and his long, thick arms extend from the brown rubber-like sleeveless jacket. Small hanging totems and iron rings are like necrotic capillaries, plus With those Skug's braids, he looked like a gambler standing in the middle of a crowd of onlookers at a village fair.

Quelsana, who grew up in the parish, has seen many people like that.

The parish chief sometimes takes the children to participate in festivals in the slave engineering camp. At the foot of the city that has gradually turned from a grand blueprint to a magnificent reality, the expelled builders will periodically suspend their work to celebrate the Phoenix Day and Holy Architect Day, and many traditional festivals of various associations.

These holidays are basically an excuse to indulge in a carnival. There are often topless, sturdy human male construction workers who set up a boxing match that is not rejected. The bet is beer, money and the cheers of the crowd.

Those guys are at least a head taller than the crowd watching the excitement, and the winners are often favored by the priestesses of the parish and become the objects of the Spring Festival night in order to give birth to healthy offspring.

In the values ​​of the Harpy, the concept of marriage is almost non-existent, and getting along with the strong male of your choice is enough to replace the vows that bind both parties.

Although it looks a bit chaotic, this is how their race thrives.

However, here, the onlookers are all warriors in a hundred, and there are many terrifying and terrifying beasts among them.

The outstanding Guke is even more like a monster with a thick skeleton. His pale skin is as if he is carved from solid ice, and the thick silver ring on his nose creates a provocative and mocking taste.

It was not the first time that Quelsana saw this king who was walking on a tired corpse, but every time she was so shocked, it was obviously unwise to fight against such a powerful primitive force.

Only by understanding them can we really avoid conflicts with them, and it is possible to live in harmony. Queersana embraces this idea like her queen, although it seems that it is still so difficult now, she still has a long way to go.

Looking away from Guk, Quelsana saw that Grak was carefully fiddled with the flag on the sand table.

She couldn't help wondering, why did he remove the armor? He looks...informal.

Why did he let me come here?

Suddenly, she saw Ok, who was only a little shorter than Grak, and led his guards to stop at the outermost periphery. This was also a peculiar guy, wearing a coat similar to a military coat, and there was a rumpled black coat on his head. The caps, the guards behind him were demanding one by one, holding their guns in a decent way.

They reminded Quelsana of the guard of honor outside the Phoenix Palace. If her memory is correct, this should be the leader of the Blood Axe Legion-[Marshal Green] Beruf.

This is the nickname given to him by humans. It is said that he is rare. He knows the Ouke warlord who imitates the structure and behavior of human military organization. If there is a well-trained and disciplined Ouke warlord, then it must be It is a soldier under his command.

At the same time, according to Quelsana's information, he is also Grak's biggest rival. The two warlords are as incompatible as water and fire.

Not long after Beruf arrived, the Oukes began a heated discussion.

Grak pressed his palms on the edge of the sand table and leaned forward, supporting his weight with his arms. This casual posture seemed quite contemptuous.

The lower-ranked Okers seem to be at a loss.

Instead, other warlords looked relaxed. For example, Mogdrogen, who she had seen, was drinking a cold drink. Next to him, the strong and grumpy armored assault master Namath was wearing a light gray jacket and a tank on his head. The driver's quilted leather cap.

But what surprised Quelsana even more was that it was new to hear Grak speak plainly. First of all, he didn't get angry, and his thick jaws and full mouth fangs could make a noise lower than a roar. syllable.

"We are wasting time."

He was talking.

"This ‘waaagh’ is not strong enough."

Beruf sneered unabashedly.

"You are denying the boss's opinion"

"I haven't."

Glak corrected willingly.

"But you still have an opinion on the boss's plan."

Another warlord Shabal spoke up, his tone was more tactful than Beruf, probably because he stood closer to Grak.

"Yes."

Glak agreed.

"Do you think this kind of strength is not enough?"

Guk waved Liya to take off the flag on the sand table in front of him and put it back into his hand.

"not enough."

Glak nodded.

"Boss, I have always wanted to say that sometimes plans are not so important to me, how many times?"

The warlord reached out and pushed a mountain directly.

"That way, we won, but we did this and that. Now we have enough. There is no need to calculate so carefully."

Guk nodded, and he looked at the warlord and suddenly laughed.

"Can you fight with a gun?"

"of course."

"Can you fight with a shovel?"

"can."

"Can you dig a hole with a shovel?"

"Okay!"

"Can you dig a hole with a gun?"

Grak was silent.

"Mechanics often say that you have to use the right tools to get things done."

Guk restacked the mountain with his hands, and then inserted the green flag symbolizing Ok.

"You have a huge army in your hand, and there is a piece of land in front of you that needs to be conquered, but it doesn't mean that you throw the former on top of the latter and you're done."

Guk looked up at him.

"It's like you don't try to drown dried shrimps with a pee, do you?"

The red warlord let out a roar of laughter like a beast.

"Fuck, of course not! At least two bubbles."