Orc Tyrant

Because Lao Luo’s new restaurant chose the original location of a school, the area is thousands of times the size of the small stalls in the past, all fat cooks are very natural...

be lost.

His last memory is that he seemed to be sent to get a bag of vegetables by the fart Luo Luo.

But he seemed to be in the wrong place all of a sudden.

Lao Luo's new restaurant is built in an elementary school, and he has also deliberately divided many areas.

Ordinary kids dine on the lawn and playground, the bosses enjoy food in the renovated teaching building, and the conspicuous chapel in the school has become a special box for "VIP".

The fat cook seemed to have come here by accident.

This made him feel very uneasy. The surrounding things were dyed with cold green light in his eyes, and farther away, everything was pitch black.

Da Da Da~~!

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp claw beating against a rock became louder behind him.

He came back to his senses, lowered his head, quickened his steps, and watched the shadow behind him sway on the steps.

The shadow on the edge of the stone steps forms a geometric pattern radiating outward, like the delicate partition of the same giant Nautilus, or the internal structure of a complicated astrolabe or a precision clock.

Tap, tap, tap——

Every second, every step, every step, every corner.

A new shadow suddenly appeared under his feet.

The shadow spread on the outer stone wall of the lawn, obviously from a creature standing at the corner of the stairs, but out of his sight.

A figure of Skug.

It lowered its head and raised its ears alertly, and it arched its thick-skinned back tightly.

The cook recognizes this kind of creature. In addition to Fatty Scrooge, he also knows a lot of highly aggressive Scrooge, such as the one controlled by cavalry, and this one seems to be the mount of a certain boss——

"boss!"

The cook yelled out of fright.

"Help!!!"

In response, a deep roar came immediately, as if it had touched some kind of infrasound chord that represented fear.

The cook turned and ran, but stepped on the air, and suddenly fell heavily.

Something strong immediately grabbed him from behind, and he exclaimed, imagining sharp claws on his shoulders.

Then he was suddenly turned over.

A huge figure looked down at him, but it was a giant, not Scrooge.

That face attracted all his attention.

The other party wore a tight brown leather mask, half resembling a beast and half resembling a demon. The carvings on it were the same as the decoration style of the clothes they were wearing, with a mysterious and wild atmosphere.

Leather with knots and highlights surround the eye sockets, making the eyes more sunken. They cover the cheeks like bare muscles, cushion the edges and corners of the jaw, and wrap the opponent's throat, shaped into a tight bundle. The look of a long beard.

A pair of yellow eyes with tiny red pupils flickered under the mask.

More importantly, the other party has bright fangs in his mouth.

"What are you doing here?"

The Oak whispered, bending down and sniffing him.

"Lao Luo's cook? You shouldn't be here, why are you here?"

"I do not know!"

The cook wailed, like a dead fish.

The Oak grabbed his arm and dragged him the rest of the way.

The cook hurriedly followed each other's steps like a naughty man caught by an adult. This Ouke had a thick buttocks on his shoulders, and his muscular body was wrapped in close-fitting leather armor.

There is also a huge disc-shaped machine on the back, which is shining.

"You are a nerve..."

Seeing the metal stick pinned to the opponent's waist, the cook seemed to think of something, and moved forward half-sliply under the drag of the giant, and said:

"what?"

"Neuroboy, you are—"

"Of course I am."

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course I have a name!"

"Your name—what's your name?"

"My name is Shut your stinky mouth or I will let Lao Luo cut your throat and call it this! Understand?"

Finally, a few minutes later, they arrived at the dining area for the boys, and the door in front of them led to a spacious room with a low roof.

The cook could feel the warmth of the bonfire blowing on his face, and he could see a dim glow in front of him.

For the sake of safety, he basically stayed in the back kitchen or in his own house, so it is very rare to walk directly into the restaurant.

The Oak dragged him across the porch.

This round room is 30 meters in diameter. It was originally a dance studio for students. The floor is made of polished white wood, which is almost seamlessly spliced ​​together.

Now it looks messy here, with all kinds of **** and slumped **** everywhere.

There are three more circular gray stone platforms in the room, five meters in diameter, one meter higher than the ground.

Each stone platform is simply cut from rock. The fire pit in the center of the stone platform is full of raging flames, releasing billowing heat waves to the surroundings, and a cone-shaped iron cover is hung above the fire pit to remove the smoke and dust.

The broad bone-white ground and light gray stone platform reflect the splendor of the fire pit. At the far end of the room directly opposite the entrance, the low wall meets the vaulted roof, and several horizontal windows like bunker shot holes are arranged. a row.

"Come on! Drink!"

"You think this soldier is inferior!"

"I can drink it!"

In the room, there are more than a dozen Oukes sitting on the stone platform. They are just like the guy holding the cook's arm, they are all behemoths with strong bodies.

More importantly, a silver horned helmet was placed beside them.

They had a relaxed attitude. They drank the drinks in the wine bowl while playing some kind of board game on the stone platform in front of them. There were a number of bone chess pieces scattered on the wooden board.

"What new game is this?"

The cook curiously asked Oak beside him.

As soon as he said this, all Okzie lifted his face brushingly, and the fire light lit up those greasy fangs.

"Batka, what did you find again? Fatty Dried Shrimp?"

One of them asked, licking his tongue, which made the cook shudder.

"This is Lao Luo's."

Batka smiled and let go, but the cook did not dare to move.

The two guards sitting by the fire pit snorted softly, and one of them knocked on his forehead with his finger, indicating that Batka had an IQ problem.

"So, what the **** is he?"

Another guard asked that his shoulder armor was reddish-brown, and his braided Skugger hairstyle extended from the back of his head and was fixed by grease into an S-shaped punting viper.

"It's not important, what is important is, what shall we do with him, Batka?"

Another guard spoke up.

"I want to say it."

The guard who spoke first said:

"We might as well just eat him."

He looked down at the fat cook who was kneeling on the ground, and stretched his hand to the axe aside.

"This is a joke."

He Batka touched the cook on the floor with his foot, which made him convulse like an electric shock.

"I don't think he's smiling, Batka, it looks like he's going to die."

"Ah! Why are you here!?"

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded, and it was Lao Luo walking in with the dining car.

He looked surprised when he saw the limp cook on the ground, and he walked over and grabbed the cook's collar and slapped it with two slaps.

"Unused stuff! I asked you to get something and everyone was gone! Don't go back to the kitchen! It's almost on fire!"

After seeing Lao Luo, the chef's eyes were teary as if he was seeing his relatives. He nodded hurriedly, and then ran out in the direction of Lao Luo's fingers.

"Sorry, sorry, let the bosses see the joke."

Although an interesting toy was missing, the guards did not say much and continued to do their own thing.

咚咚咚~~~!

But suddenly, there was a dull drum sound outside, and all the guards immediately stood up neatly like a machine.

"Assembled!"

Even Batka was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a bowl and took a sip of wine and walked out.

"Ohhhhh... this is?"

Old Luo was still wondering, but Batka said when he passed by.

"The tyrant has a military parade."