Orc Tyrant

He fastened the zipper quickly, hoping that his muddy head would wake up.

A man was walking towards him along the urinal, a figure lit by the dancing firelight in the camp behind.

"Who?"

Mountbatten shouted.

"Guard? Who is it?"

He wanted his guards to hear him, but the soldiers around the campfire were too noisy.

"Why are you nervous, Mountbatten?"

The man asked, he was in the shadows, but his white teeth reflected the distant fire when he smiled.

Mountbatten knew him.

**Stan, the deputy company commander of the Secret Service Company.

"I'm very good,"

Mountbatten said, he turned and left in the opposite direction, only to find another defender blocked his way.

"What is this for?"

Mountbatten asked, although he knew he knew exactly what it was doing.

He wakes up quickly.

"You and Ersos, are you familiar with each other?"

The deputy commander of the special service company asked in a low voice.

"of course."

Mountbatten said wary.

"We have known each other for a long time, when he was a company commander."

"So you know him well?"

"Yes it is."

Mountbatten answered very patiently, but the direction of the question was not what he expected. He was wary of any language traps that the other party might be tricking him into.

"Then you know about him and Kaimon Church?"

**Stan suddenly raised his pitch.

"What happened to them?"

"You know."

The other inner guard said with a smirk.

"church?"

The thought almost made Mountbatten laugh.

"You are mistaken, he is indeed a devout believer, but many people are."

"That's it?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"Maybe you don't know the real Ersos—"

**Stan said, walking behind Mountbatten.

"We received news some time ago that some military secrets have been leaked to Kaimon Church. At least, we think it has something to do with him."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Mountbatten frowned, surprised him by the development of the situation.

"Did you two drink tonight's wine?"

"What the **** is Essos?"

The third inner defender asked without a smile.

"What the **** is he doing?"

** Stan also forced to come forward, with threats in his voice.

"You know him, what did he get involved in? Are you involved? Is this the reason you keep hiding?"

"I do not have."

"What happened, Mountbatten? Why did you escape from Kuiyuan Mountain alive while the other guys were chopped into meat sauce? Someone was looking after you? Someone reminded you?"

"Listen, you guys—"

Mountbatten opened his mouth, anger written on his face.

"Mountbatten, I feel some kind of evil power lingering around you, hurry up and leave! Come to me!"

Bronze's seemingly non-existent voice floated to Mountbatten's ears, and he immediately became alert.

"Well, in fact, I just know a little about—"

Suddenly, Mountbatten sank his shoulders, as if collapsed, wanting to confess something.

Just as the guard behind him leaned over, Mountbatten suddenly turned around and grabbed his arm, kicked him into the urinal when he raised his leg.

A furious curse followed the sound of falling into the water, and Stan rushed towards Mountbatten, but touched the opponent's left elbow on his face.

"Damn it!"

Mountbatten ran away, and Stan chased him, cursing as fierce as his companion who fell in the urinal.

The chased teacher climbed up the fortification in the dark and found the path leading to the camp.

The flashlight traced him.

For some reason, he didn't even meet a soldier.

"Stop and don't move, Mountbatten!"

A voice shouted, and Mountbatten recognized that it was an inner defender.

He ran away from the beam of the flashlight and heard the sound of a pistol.

Bang~!

A bright cloud of dust leaped at his feet.

"The next shot is your head, Mountbatten!"

** Stan shouted.

"Stop and don't move!"

Mountbatten did not slow down, he ran along the camp, looking for cover.

Suddenly, a dazzling light suddenly appeared before his eyes, blinding him.

He stopped and blocked the glare with his hands.

Then he heard the roar of the engine and a door opened.

"Come up!"

Shouted a voice.

Mountbatten blinked, and behind the headlights, he saw Bronze glaring at him while holding the steering wheel of an off-road vehicle.

"Come up quickly, Mountbatten."

Bronze repeated.

"Fuck up here."

Mountbatten jumped into the car, and then the off-road vehicle rushed into the night, throwing away the inner guard who was chasing them.

As soon as he got into the car, he began to gasp violently.

What happened tonight is simply crazy, he was chased by a group of inner guards under the heavy protection of his own troops, and their reasons are still very ridiculous.

"Where are we going?"

After a while, Mountbatten turned his head and asked.

But the wizard said nothing, avoided the barracks, and drove along a rough dirt road towards the wasteland to the south.

"Bronze?"

"Don't ask questions, Mountbatten."

"Don't come to this set, this—"

"This is more important than you think, Mountbatten, you should have died."

"It seems you were not too happy when you found out that I was not dead."

"Of course I am happy."

Bronze said:

"You are my best brother. Of course I am happy that you are not dead, but this makes things more complicated."

"whats the matter?"

"Do you believe what I am saying now?"

"what is this about?"

Mountbatten thought for a moment, and felt that his old friend seemed to be avoiding something deliberately.

"By the way, how did you know they were looking for me?"

"Because I have been following you all day."

"Ok?"

They left the road and walked through the dusty wasteland along the dry riverbed.

The headlights of the car shrouded the mounds and thorns in front of them in a cold halo. They gradually moved away from the large bonfires and lights in the army camp, and the night sky became darker, vast and lonely.

Ten minutes later, the off-road vehicle started to slow down and they drove towards a depression.

At the end of the dry valley is a ruin, perhaps a church of the past, or a cemetery for livestock, but now they are all abandoned.

Someone lit a fire inside.

Bronze stopped the car and turned off the engine.

"Come down."

He said to Mountbatten:

"Follow me, don't be stupid, I can protect you, please keep this in mind."

"what are you saying?"

"Corruption has penetrated deeply into the body of this country. The identities of those inner guards are not simple. They... are likely to be blood worshipers."

Bronze's words directly crashed Mountbatten's brain.

"you……"

He hesitated for a while before asking.

"...Is there any evidence?"

"Come with me."

They left the buggy and walked through the wilderness to the ruins.

Bronze could smell the burning fuel bricks, and the flames in the ruins pulsed, casting a swaying shadow.

They walked in and saw a small fire lit by fuel bricks and dry bushes burning on the charred masonry floor. A man sitting on the stone next to the fire was cleaning himself with a dagger. Nails.

"This is Senna, a judge."

Bronze made a brief introduction.

Senna immediately looked up at them, his expression indifferent, obviously not interested in either of them.

He was wearing a black and white windbreaker and uniform, and his left face was covered with a large old burn scar left by the witch fire, although even without the scar, his face would look harsh.

"You really don't worry."

The judge opened his mouth, his voice hoarse like a record player that had been used for decades.

"I did it anyway."

Bronze replied, then turned his body to make way for Mountbatten.

"Are you Mountbatten?"

The man asked, still holding his nails with the tip of a dagger.