Orc Tyrant

"You don't look very happy."

Guk stood on the edge of the platform extending from King Kong, and he looked particularly excited with the magnificent battlefield as the background.

From time to time, shells hit the energy shield of King Kong, but there was almost no waves.

Due to the height, the White King Kong can directly cross the Skadson River from the position of the Cardillon Ferry, and behind it is dragged two series of buoys connected by iron cables. Behind the buoys is a speedboat specially made by a craftsman. Join together to form a wide pontoon bridge.

On the side of the river bank, guards ready to go, quietly waiting for the moment the pontoon was erected.

Due to the barrier of King Kong, the artillery fire could hardly interfere with the work of the mechanics, and the floating bridge was built smoothly.

In the first three waves of offensive, Guk did not allow any legions to participate.

So the boys who participated in the attack in the early stage were almost all the idle war gangs on the Essex Great Plains-if humans knew this, they might make the right response early.

For example, retreat in time.

But after the offensive spirit of the Ouke army was gradually worn down by human fortifications and firepower, they gained false hope, and this hope led them to deeper despair.

Guke is about to cross the river.

"This is a good day!"

The loud cannon can hardly cover his voice.

On the huge boarding deck above the platform, a series of parallel gyroplanes are suspended overhead, ready to be dispatched at any time.

This kind of machinery is the product of Arkham mechanics, and it was born even earlier than jet fighters. At the beginning, it was transformed from motorcycles, mainly as a means of transportation for mechanics, and then gradually developed into a fire-fighting vehicle.

In the beginning, some kids tried to use this machine as a weapon, but due to its slow speed (compared to fixed-wing aircraft) and complex structure, most of the kids despised this machine, and only the mechanics still use it.

In the early models, the rotorcraft was usually two-seater or single-seater, but some mechanics developed its transportation function, so a box-type model appeared.

This kind of gyroplane is called "Fat Gyro".

Its appearance, as always, embodies Oak’s rough aesthetics, it is completely transformed from a cargo truck, but it has more powerful rotors on both sides and front and rear of the fuselage.

This type of transport rotorcraft can carry twenty boys and their equipment into the center of the battlefield at a time, and can even carry a heavy motorcycle to join the battlefield, and can also lift a gun for rapid maneuverability.

Guk discovered the value of this machine, collected it under his command, and asked the mechanics to further modify it.

Mainly to strengthen armor, and increase weapons, such as machine guns and rocket nests, so that it has a certain battlefield support capabilities and assault capabilities.

"Only days when you feel good."

Ava replied mercilessly.

Compared with the hellish battlefield ahead, the surroundings are much quieter at this moment.

Great skill tyrant Aghem was kneeling on the ground, looking up at a screen.

The two teams of soldiers who were about to follow Guk to the surface were preparing for battle. Ava could hear the sharp sound of the auger fixing the armor, the roar of the air pump and the groan of the crane.

"Guk, what are you going to do?"

It was a blunt question, but she still spoke.

But Guk didn't answer her, instead he walked over to Aghem and looked down at the screen.

The screen shows a bird’s-eye view of the human position, and the bright and eye-catching lights make the picture very clear.

The entire defense zone looked like an orange stabbed by a hot iron rod.

No, it looks like an apple, a late ripening full dark red apple, covered with a large rust-colored rotten spot.

Guk continued to stare at the screen.

"I'm listening."

"Listen to what?"

"Xia Mi's voice begging for mercy, their voice before they died."

"Then you are looking at the screen?"

"I just use the screen to observe your reflection."

Ava immediately chuckled at her stupidity.

She knew that the tyrant in front of her likes to weave a cloak with deep mystery and solemn supernatural ability, and then wrap herself up, but this is nothing more than the superstitious style of the barbarian.

But thinking of everything that happened a few days ago, her face dimmed again.

Faced with these savage and ignorant savages, no one would have expected that they secretly possess superior tactical intelligence capabilities.

It is this that has shaped them into extremely efficient weapons.

"Then why on earth do you look so unhappy?"

Guk turned and asked.

"I still don't recognize my position and my goal. I don't think I should be here to witness all this."

Guk tut.

"First of all, everyone except me is too resistant to war, and you are no exception."

"Next?"

"I am very confused. What is the meaning of Xiami for you? You choose to risk death and help them. I can't explain this choice. Why do you want to do this?"

"You already know."

Ava said without shyness, and didn't care about the teasing in the other party's words.

"My motive has always been to stop you and your beasts' atrocities. Although I feel that my hard work has been...wasted, I don't regret it."

"Did I hurt your self-esteem?"

"This has nothing to do with me personally, it's just that you are destroying the things that I value and strive to maintain."

The armor covered with inscriptions and bones on Guk moved slightly, maybe he shrugged, maybe not.

"No matter whether this is the case or not, you can't do it. Give up."

"You can kill me now."

Guk focused his gaze on Ava's face, and the communicator mounted on his neckplate rang.

But he ignored it.

"But, I see anger on your face."

The pale tyrant said slowly:

"I tried to think that what I just said was closer to the facts than your explanation, but you still didn't answer me, why did you choose Xiami? What do they mean to you? Why not something else?"

"I do not know."

"Don't you really know?"

Ava gaped, but from the bottom of her heart she vaguely felt that she should have been able to answer.

Guk ignored her, turned and walked to the waiting hunter group, the wild braids like a thistle crest under the light of the deck.

"Are you going to lead a paratrooper?"

Ava asked loudly.

"Go to the surface?"

"Yes, you should come together too."

The harpy blinked.

"Can I go too?"

"You can go anywhere you want."

Guk answered like this.

"I stayed by your side for three weeks, collecting information about this war everywhere, and divulging it to mankind."

Ava tried to avoid appearing irritable.

"I thought it would stop you, or you would kill me yourself, or even imprison me."

"No, you can go anywhere you want."

Guk waved his hand.

"This is your greatest privilege and advantage. No kid here can stop you, reject you, or stop you from inquiring around."

"You... don't care about my leaks?"

"Don't care."

"I thought I would get in the way."

"You don't need to worry about this."

"That means I can go anywhere? Whatever I want to watch?"

"Yes Yes."

"why?"

Ava was almost crazy. She didn't understand and couldn't understand the other party's thinking. This was obviously enough to make her be tortured to death, but in the other party's mouth, it was as insignificant as stealing a piece of barbecue.

"You have to ask about this kind of thing?"

Guk put on his battle helmet, and his figure became dull.

"This is the logic of the King of Oak?"

"Yes, it makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?"

Guk turned around and stretched out his arm.

"Come on, with me, so you know why."