Orc Tyrant

The convulsive remnant fell into a pile of rotten objects, crushing it into a puddle of mud, shaking itself.

But Uniear found that this monster was separated from its body, and its twitching arm actually grabbed a small pile of trash, seemingly trying to mend his body.

"It's not dead!?"

Single ear moved forward two steps, and the action of this thing immediately became more crazy and unstable.

"You try to live another one."

The vengeful adjutant crawled out of the dunghill, afraid of the white maggots on his face, and threw all the grenades on the guy, evaporating the remains of the corpse.

"Good job."

He nodded alone, thinking he could stand the praise, and then walked to the ladder that he noticed when he entered the door.

The upper steps were rusty, but they looked strong enough, and the old man quickly climbed up, hoping that he was as far away from the strange things around him as possible.

As he expected, the door on the suspended aisle allowed them to return to the maintenance corridor where they had been forced to leave before. When he pushed the door cautiously, or opened it as cautiously as possible.

Given that the two hinges and the locking device were completely rusted, when the door was pushed open a crack, it screamed like a leap from a knife.

Due to the interference of the surrounding environment, I didn't smell the smell that heralded the approach of the adjutant, and the groan of the iron gate drowned his footsteps, so Duan had to admit that he was a little surprised when he spoke.

"Have the enemy been killed, sir?"

He asked, and after not seeing any direct threat, he nodded cautiously.

"I wonder if it is."

The squad of farts followed him out of the iron gate and entered the tunnel. The previous battle only lost two, which is still acceptable. After this small episode in our journey, he felt that there should be no trouble in the future.

Although he was still a little worried, nothing suddenly attacked the farts from the darkness, so he planned to put the pistol away.

And the next moment, he immediately regretted his behavior.

There was a disturbing sound from behind, with the fine scales dragging the ground. When he turned his head in one ear, he found that the lizards that had chased them were still gathered around the shaft leading to the sewer.

After realizing their existence, they began to rush towards us at full speed.

Fortunately, their speed is still within the range that farts can handle.

"follow me!"

The fart boss suppressed the idea of ​​hiding, and began to trot forward.

Although the faster you run now, the sooner you will feel fatigued, for the fart master agents who have to move long distances, fatigue is the real enemy.

Those four-legged lizards may not walk fast, but they have a clear advantage in endurance, and when tired farts slow down, they will keep shortening the distance between the two.

"It seems to be coming soon, sir."

The adjutant's voice was just behind his neck, and the team began a long run in the dark.

The road conditions in the passage were quite good, there were very few obstacles encountered, and the sound of dragging the scales sliding behind him soon became difficult to hear, but the disturbing noise never completely disappeared.

In fact, after a while, it started to become louder again, even overshadowing the fast gasps of the farts.

One-ear Adventure looked back at the situation behind him, and clearly saw the swaying figure in the depths of the tunnel.

"They have caught up."

Uniear sounded the alarm, and his adjutant turned around, raised the grenade launcher and released the last two ammunition into the darkness behind.

"It won't be delayed for long."

Throwing the grenade launcher to his back, the adjutant gasped and said, and at the same time accelerated the pace a little.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, there was a noise that slowed down the farts.

"I take a look."

Uniear also slowed down his steps. He could also hear movement in front of him. At the same time, he firmly grasped the handle of the dagger with his hands, bent down and assumed a lurking posture.

Then, he saw a ray of light coming from far away from them, and it seemed to be shaking constantly, as if it was also moving fast.

In view of the last experience after encountering unexpected lights in this ghost place, he did not have much hope for it. At the same time, he gestured to the back to make all the fart agents ready to fight, and the adjutant would also He drew his dagger out, and he only had this guy left.

But just as Uniear was surprised and suspicious, a familiar voice came from the darkness.

"Head, is that you?"

"Crooked mouth?"

He asked a little surprised, and at the same time tried not to make his voice too loud.

"Are you so fast?"

It turned out that Duan Er also arranged another team. As a fart, he knows that you must not hide good things in one place. Because this task is very important and there is no room for mistakes, he split the team into two. , Let your most trusted subordinate lead a special team to enter from another drain.

It was originally expected that they might meet on the ground, but they ran into this place.

Perhaps the only thing he didn't expect, or missed, was that the map given by humans showed that all the sewage networks would converge in this area.

"We just dropped in."

Crooked Mouth explained that after a while, a group of farts who came with him hurriedly passed by and rushed to deal with the group of lizards behind. They also took seven or eight lizards to jump around—according to the sudden sound that followed. Judging by the sound of gunfire and biting, their enthusiasm for this task was very high.

"Unexpectedly, I ran into you. It's really messy—"

When Uniear walked two steps in his direction, the expression on the face of the guy wearing the black iron helmet suddenly changed.

"Yeah, head, you smell like you just crawled out of the toilet in our nest—"

"To shut up!"

One ear interrupted his nonsense, untied his backpack and stuffed it into the other's arms. If he couldn't get him to do serious business as soon as possible, he would have to explain everything that happened on the road. He didn't have the patience and the time.

"Are you all ready?"

"Yes, head, I brought twenty packs, not one less."

Crooked Mouth assured the boss of the fart, took the backpack cautiously, and kept his fingers away from some obvious stains sticking to it.

"it is good."

Uniear adjusted his footsteps to keep pace with him.

"Then there is only one thing left to be determined."

"What's the matter?"

Cocked his mouth holding the smelly backpack, his face showed the kind of eager expectation he usually showed.

"Can these goods fry the shrimps above! Go! God!!!"