Orc Tyrant

My name is Quelsana Rusta, the daughter of the sky, a narrator. I am answering the call today to tell the story of the Gough’s assault on the Trivel Grand Canyon.

What came out of my mouth were many different voices, many people’s memories, because I fully fulfilled my duty, and it was Grak, the lord of the Gough’s regiment, who entrusted this task to me, and he ordered me to collect all the stories. And keep it in your heart, so that it will be widely spread over and over again in the future, until the gods announce my judgment.

But this is also my story, my personal experience, and my voice and my memory are both entangled in it, and it is impossible to separate them.

That is my role, and I will only tell it once.

At this moment...

After the destruction of Salt Lake City, Oak’s main force arrived at the Great Canyon of Witlier. After a short break of three days, the overlord Guk led all the elites under his command to attack, launching a fierce attack on the human defense.

During the rest period, two other legions joined the main force successively, namely Black Fire and Twin Snakes, and the Ouke group continued to accumulate strength like a thunderstorm.

I didn't think that the existing forces needed any reinforcements.

Looking at the whole world, no force can gain the upper hand of the overlord guards in a single fight, and they have a significant advantage in number.

The black guards of the Benedict Empire are well-known, and other troops should not be underestimated, but the only decisive factor is the number of troops. The army under Yushikin is too small compared to Ouke. According to intelligence, they only have no To 200,000 people.

On the other hand, on the Ouke side, the estimated number of the three legions plus the main guards of the king's court is more than 600,000. If you count the other low-level Oukes that are scattered and chaotic, the number of the entire cluster is at least one million.

Maybe they don't have a good command, maybe they don't have too many tactics, but this number is enough to bring an overwhelming advantage.

Therefore, there is a positive atmosphere of optimism in the Gough Army.

But humans do not seem to be without advantages. The unique advantages of the Benedictine Empire stem from the powerful witchcraft power. The Three Witches are the oldest wizarding organization in mankind. In the past, they kept a low profile. Hide the edge.

Whether Ork’s military power is ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times that of humans, the power of witchcraft is still capable of turning the tide.

Those mad wizards may be the key to victory or defeat, but they are the only ones that are expected to offset or weaken human witchcraft.

But among my kind, fear lingers.

At least in those pampered nobles, it is obvious that they desire wealth but are afraid to set foot on the battlefield.

I don't think Oukes can appreciate the kind of fear that the mortal womb suffers, maybe only anxiety.

They have always been eager for the story about Hanan, because that is the only thing they can't kill, so it is also the only thing that can inject a little excitement into their lives.

Some Oukes often express that they want to chop the waves in the vast ocean and pounce on the evil spirits head on.

But I can feel the fear.

Because of the disturbance of the vast ocean, fear spread in my heart, so I put on a mask to scare it away.

During the journey from the place of departure to the destination, my mask was completely finished.

Crazy Shaman [Split Lips] made some overall suggestions for me, and copied some knot styles from Locke. I decided to decorate the mask with a male falcon pattern and let two slender wings extend from the bridge of the nose to cover it. Brow bone.

I dyed all the masks dark green and added a dot pattern, which is the exorcism symbol commonly used by Ouke, in the middle of my forehead.

With the protection of this symbol, coupled with the appearance of majestic wings and roaring eagle beak, the Oukes believe that only the most powerful demons can resist the threat of this mask-I choose to believe their views.

They seem to have unique and practical insights for resisting the threat of the vast ocean.

The soldiers are fully armed to prepare for the assault.

This is a killing action, their purpose of this trip is to destroy, so they wear various faces of death to complete the task.

Of course, blades and guns are the mainstream configuration, and these trusted weapons have always been Oak's primary resources.

But all the chieftains have opened the doors of the armory, and distributed many special weapons to the soldiers with the will and skills. Some Ouke's armor gloves have turned into city-breaking iron fists, or even industrial-scale giant claws.

Others are equipped with armored heavy rapid-fire weapons, or giant assault guns with rotating barrels, which don't look like individual equipment.

The armored vehicles in the camp were hung in a row like game in the cellar. The beating and rubbing noises have not stopped since they arrived. The technicians have been repairing and enhancing their equipment and machinery around the clock to prepare for the upcoming killing.

On the last night, I dreamed.

It is a dream I have often had since leaving Phoenix, a dream I no longer believe in.

It looks like a memory, but it is mixed with deception.

I remember that golden sunlight would cut into the room through the gaps of the shutters every morning, and plate the furnishings in the room with a layer of light gold, creating a warm and hazy atmosphere.

I remember a clock chirping every morning before the alarm goes off at five o'clock in the morning.

I went to Raven City to get used to the low altitude environment so that I could embark on the long-planned journey later.

I went there to avoid other people. I was determined to start the academic vacation and get rid of the shackles of the college. I don't need a kind person like Valiya to persuade me to change my course.

Of course, I now know that my previous understanding of the situation deviated from reality.

My situation is not as distressed as I imagined. The source of the information of these facts is beyond doubt.

My mind was not clear at the time, I had already suffered.

The secret manipulation of me is probably far earlier than this. The urgent need to escape from Phoenix has been implanted in my mind, as is the desire to experience the wind and sand of the sinister wasteland.

To be honest, how can a person who has been afraid of violence since childhood want to visit a society full of violence to face his inner fear?

This makes no sense.

I am not particularly interested in the Oak culture itself, the obsession is also implanted in my heart.

In my dreams, I often walk to the window and wait for the figure's face to reflect on the glass.

I waited for fear to grab me fiercely.

I am waiting for myself to ask questions.

"How will you be here?"

I turned around, hoping to distinguish a little detail on that face, hoping to see it more clearly than before.

I only caught a pair of eyes before waking up.

The dim eyes of the face glowed in the darkness like the symbol of Oak exorcism.