Orc Tyrant

"These... **** green skins!"

Mountbatten fell to the ground and slid across the blackened stone bricks in the square.

"How did they get out of the ground!"

He tumbled and fired at the nearest Oak, the high ceiling above his head spinning in his field of vision.

A machine gun bullet pierced the enemy's leg, and the axe-holding Ouke roared and fell down.

The two soldiers in ambush nearby rushed forward and stabbed their bayonet into Naoke's back, but this was not enough to kill the beast, so they learned about each other first with grenade.

Mountbatten got up, and more bullets came from the other side of the square.

He tried to assess the strength of the enemy, but among the piles of dead, the craters all over the floor, and the broken marbles scattered all around, he could hardly determine the number of the enemy.

Between the chaotic university dormitory area and the silent church, it was this square filled with Ouke, and they were violently charging towards the gap that had been opened.

"Obviously they have some tools or methods that we don't know. I'm afraid there is an entire Greenskin Legion."

Bronze said, pulling his sword out of a green-skinned body.

"We rushed into them."

"Then we will continue to rush out."

After standing up again, he put a new magazine on the pistol.

The two hurriedly passed through the ruins and corpses, scanning the dark corners vigilantly, beware of any movement.

Bronze followed him closely, his eyes swept back and forth between the large bricks and rubble, ready to cast spells at any time.

Guns passed around them, and the sound of battle from the campus became more and more terrifying, and the loud noise of battle roars and explosions penetrated this violent night.

"Stay down!"

Bronze yelled abruptly, and a ball of fire came out of the darkness.

Mountbatten pounced on the ground, and the hot energy flashed from above, burning a large hole in the building behind him.

Afterwards, a black figure rushed over, and Mountbatten vaguely saw the flash of the sword's blade, and reflexively raised his pistol to parry the opponent's attack.

The sharp blade bit his gun body in the splashing sparks, and Mountbatten immediately raised his leg and kicked the attacker.

The assailant easily avoided his counterattack, turned around and knocked Bronz to the ground with a short stick.

Bronze's attack gave Mountbatten a chance to breathe. He stood up, threw away his damaged gun, and drew his sword.

The Bronze who was swept fought with another attacker on the ground. It was not an Ok, but a human, but in any case his friend could only fight alone.

Because Mountbatten saw that his opponent turned out to be a company commander, and not an ordinary company commander, but the company commander of his guard company.

"Thorn!"

Mountbatten yelled, that the man’s renewed attack paused. In this short moment, he saw the loyal soldier he had trusted so much. However, something else came up immediately—something made the guard company commander’s face. Something twisted in hatred.

Mountbatten just noticed that Thorne had some blood-red tattoos on his face, which meant...

He joined the blood worship.

One second of astonishment was enough for Mountbatten, allowing him to dodge his opponent's attack and hide behind a broken stone wall protruding from the crater.

The bullet was still flying through the air, and Bronze was fighting hard beyond his sight, but Mountbatten had no time to take care of it.

"What happened, Thorne?"

Mountbatten yelled heartily.

"What did they turn you into?"

The commander of the guard roared a series of unrecognizable furious howls, and leaped towards him with his saber high.

Mountbatten stood firm, raised his sword to parry the attacking blade, and the two fighters were immediately locked in a confrontation of power.

"Thorn..."

Mountbatten gritted his teeth and said that the person he once trusted the most tried hard to press the shimmering blade of cold light to his face.

"This is not the person I know! What have you become?"

When their eyes met, Mountbatten caught a glimpse of Thorne's soul, and suddenly lost hope.

He saw the warrior who, like himself, made the vow to dedicate his life for the country, and was not afraid of life and death. He also saw the tumbling dark madness, the killing and betrayal that had not yet been revealed.

"I walk the way of blood!"

Thorne roared sharply, spraying blood at every word.

"Do not!"

Mountbatten shouted, pushing the crazy soul away.

"We don't have to be like this! I can still save you! Stop!"

"It must be so, there is no other way to deviate from this path...We must go further!"

Humanity disappeared from Thorne's face, and Mountbatten knew that this man was hopeless and that this battle could only end in death.

Although he was mentally prepared for this.

Mountbatten backed away, resisting Thorne's dazzling attack, and was finally forced to lean on a boulder.

At this time, his opponent's sharp blade was accidentally embedded in the stone beside him, and Mountbatten immediately seized the opportunity to smash the hilt on the opponent's head.

But Thorne, who was caught in the curse of the blood god, withstood the blow, instead slammed his forehead into Mountbatten's face, then took his sword-holding arm and knocked him to the ground.

They wrestled in the mud like animals, Thorne tried to press Mountbatten's head on the broken stone, and Mountbatten tried to throw each other away.

After a while of wrestling, Mountbatten turned over and lay on the ground, and suddenly heard an earthquake-like engine roar.

At this time, two bright searchlights pierced the night, illuminating Thorne's figure.

Realizing what was about to appear, Mountbatten slammed the opponent's face with his fist, and pinched the opponent's neck with one hand, forcing Thorne to raise his body.

The renegade guard company commander struggled above Mountbatten, and as the lights gradually became stronger, a roaring Okee off-road vehicle suddenly appeared from behind a pile of gravel behind them, like a sea monster rushing out of the abyss.

In an instant, Mountbatten could feel the huge impact when the front teeth of the off-road vehicle hit Thorne, and the sharp tip penetrated the man's chest.

He immediately released the opponent's body, rolled over and lay on the edge of the crater, while the roaring off-roader raised the front of the car high, and amidst the excited roars of the Okers in the car, he continued on with the struggling Thorne. .

In the next second, the off-road vehicle that seemed to fall apart at any time fell back to the ground, and Mountbatten pressed his body tightly to the soil, trying to avoid the metal behemoth above.

The roaring engine almost ran over his body.

After that, everything was over. The off-road vehicle roared away, and the person pierced in the front of the vehicle looked like some kind of **** trophy.

Then a large group of motorcycles passed by him, their hairy faces glaring forward on the armor shell, and Mountbatten immediately recognized the painting on their flags.

Cleft Skull Legion.

For a brief moment, Mountbatten stared at the troops rushing towards the dormitory area. They approached the target mercilessly, their guns blazing.

At this time, one hand reached down and grabbed Mountbatten, dragged the blood-wounded and **** man into the bunker, avoiding the rain of bullets.

He raised his head and saw the same bruised Bronze.

The wizard who had just killed the enemy panted, and nodded in the direction where the off-road vehicle disappeared.

"That is……?"

"Thorn."

Mountbatten nodded in response.

"He's gone."

"died?"

"Perhaps, I don't know."

"Sure enough, the intelligence is correct. The Blood Worship Cult has put an eyeliner and a killer beside you, but I didn't expect him to be Thorne..."

"Neither did I expect that he was originally so brave...righteous."

"Maybe it's desperate. Many people are desperate. Darkness breeds from this."

Bronze raised his head and looked at the spearhead troops stabbing the core defense zone of the university.

"I guess it is not easy to hold this place even if all the troops are concentrated now."

"Then we must hurry up."

"Yes, but we have to keep a low profile and stop getting into trouble."

Bronze said, taking out a simple gauze from his pocket to bandage the wound on Mountbatten's head.

"Unless Oak itself is not a challenge."

"My soldiers will make them pay for every inch of ruins,"

Mountbatten said, straightening his body full of pain.

Thorne left a lot of scars on him, but it didn't make him unable to fight.

"Now that the **** has been removed, for the last hope, we have to do something."

"So we have to go to the library now."

After deciding on the direction, the two friends walked through the ruins and rubble again, heading for the Dunwich University Library, which has not yet fallen.

There is the last hope of some victory in this **** battlefield.