Orc Tyrant

Once, while Pegdo was still undergoing apprenticeship training, he asked his tutor about the future of witchcraft, but his tutor just shook his head sadly and said to him:

"Witchcraft has no future, only service-each wizard has his own responsibilities. In order to prevent the tragedy of a thousand years ago from repeating, we must restrain, and we can only restrain."

At that time, Peguedo nodded religiously, believing that he saw the day of becoming a defender of the world order.

But now, when the whispers in the morning wind blow across the streets and hum among the ruined walls, when after half a month of fighting with Ouke and the cultists, when you are on a planet that is about to be swallowed by the chaotic storm, He was no longer convinced.

Maybe they could have made different decisions and could work hard to make everything better.

But everything seemed to be out of control, like a crazy horse-drawn carriage running straight towards the cliff.

But everything is not over yet. From the moment he joined Esoteric Buddhism, he knew that he could save mankind and not make more mistakes. Although all this was done under the guidance of some non-human beings, he did not care much.

At least the other party has never tried to destroy mankind in its thousands of years of history. In this regard, it is a little more noble than Cthulhu and Ok.

The point is, he has no choice.

"The heart rises like dust, and the heart falls like snow."

He recited to himself the meditation formula for the introductory apprenticeship, as if it had been far away from him.

"Pegdor, the archaic official, is realistic, how amazing it is to see you here."

A familiar voice came from a larger rock behind the rock on which Peguedo was sitting.

"General Mountbatten, I didn't know you were here."

Peggedo didn't look back, wondering how long the soldier had looked at him.

He was so absorbed in his own mind that he didn't notice the existence of others at all, and at the same time he secretly made up his mind to never let this kind of thing happen again.

This is all his mistake, a wizard should never neglect to guard against being scared by an ordinary person.

Mountbatten, wearing a crumpled military uniform, spit out a puff of smoke, enjoying the feeling of being higher than Pegged for the first time. This wizard from the Benedictine Empire had a tall stature close to 1.9 meters.

The smoke slowly fell towards Pegudor and dissipated when it touched his pure blue wizard robe.

Neither party spoke, Mountbatten just took another puff of smoke and stared at the sunrise, visibly immersed in the beautiful dawn.

The storm in the city center dissipated an hour ago, which also meant that this was about to be the last dawn he could see, after which a **** haze would cover the entire world.

The gates of **** have been opened, and the last moment will be a game of survival and death.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Hearing Mountbatten's words, Peggedor turned his head and followed to admire the sunrise. This was the clearest moment in the sky since he arrived in Dunwich in the past few months.

The wizard who knew what this meant nodded.

"Yes, General, this is a beautiful planet."

"Planet? You don't look like an astronomer. My parents taught us when I was very young that the world is a flat piece of paper, with the Father's heaven above and the demon **** below..."

Mountbatten gently spit out the smoke ring, looking at the rising sun that was gradually stained with blood.

"Anyway, she is my home, the official of the classics, and I will never give up on her...not to Ouke, not to the Cthulhu, or even to you."

As he said these words, he looked away from the sunrise and stared at Pegged firmly and solemnly.

"I can assure you that they will never make any attempt on this planet, General... although it is beautiful."

Peguedor tried to eliminate the almost boiling anger hidden in Mountbatten's tone. He knew that the other party must have learned some news about esotericism from Bronze.

This mysterious organization makes Mountbatten very uneasy, especially its organizer is probably not human yet.

"Do you still remember your hometown, the official of ancient books?"

Mountbatten’s question was malicious, and Peguedor flinched slightly after being stabbed.

A small cold wind blew across the ruins, causing both of them to tremble.

"Yes, I remember her clearly."

Pegedo answered frankly.

"So did they save her?"

Mountbatten knew the answer, to some extent.

"There is always a choice in everything."

Peguedor replied sharply, suddenly starting to protect the organization he was loyal to.

"If the decision-making power is mine, I will do the same thing. Compared to Gramatia, compared to Tyre, there is no doubt that this place is more important to the world."

When he said this, Peguedor suddenly realized that he would indeed make the same choice.

Mountbatten squeezed another puff from his closed lips, seemingly unaware of the wizard's sudden mood swings.

His eyes still reflected the blue light on the robe of Wizard Pegudor, but there was also some kind of non-human red stain in it.

For a moment, Peguedor wasn't even sure if the man staring down at him was Mountbatten.

"Do you still have the confidence to fight this war, General?"

After a short silence, Peguedor began to call him, and watched him carefully.

"The power we can have is very limited, and the other two enemies are too powerful and even seem invincible. Are you desperate?"

"No matter what, I will die here. Everyone will shed the last drop of blood. No one is immune -"

Mountbatten said hoarsely, his voice low with malice, his eyes glowing red, as if all blood vessels were broken.

As if being stabbed, Peggardo jumped onto the rock, grabbed the collar of Mountbatten's coat, and pressed his **** and index finger on each other's forehead.

"Stay steady, don't let anger overwhelm your justice!"

With their backs to Dawn, Peggedo tried his best to penetrate into each other's mind and wipe out the trace of blood mist entrenched in it.

While breathing, the red color in Mountbatten's eyes dissipated, and he began to cough violently, and a few puffs of smoke from his breath merged into the sudden wind.

"what happened!"

A voice came, and Peguedor immediately threw Mountbatten on the top of the rock pile, then turned and walked back to the camp.

Bronze stood outside the fortifications, beckoning to Peggedo.

"I heard some movement and felt a little pollution."

Mountbatten came down from the gravel and rubbed his head.

"It seemed so excited when I was reading the report last night."

Mountbatten said, pushing aside the curtain hanging at the entrance of the field command post. Peggedo stood behind him for a while, then squeezed past him and nodded to Bronz.

"Well, old man, I told you that now this area has been covered by the influence of the blood god, it will try to destroy the mortal mind, you must remain calm, otherwise you will easily fall into darkness and rage. "

Bronze explained, while also noticing the disturbing tension between Mountbatten and Peguedor.

"Understood, it's just—"

Mountbatten spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I receive reports of dozens of soldiers mutinous or attacking comrades every day, and the number of casualties is increasing day by day. If we continue, we will destroy ourselves without the enemy's attack."

"I understand this, but now we have to wait, because Oak's goal is the same as ours. We can only wait before completely destroying the gates of hell."

"What about after the destruction? Just because we have killed each other so that there are only a small number of defeated soldiers left, how can we repel Ok?"

Bronze hesitated for a while, as if thinking about whether to add something.

But in the end he just shook his hand.

"We will not disappoint everyone's expectations."

"Well, I hope so."

Mountbatten sighed, then turned and left, leaving Bronze and Peguedor together.

"What's the problem, old friend?"

"He doesn't trust us."

Peguedor said as he watched the curtain close behind Mountbatten.

"He is a good man, an excellent soldier, and his subordinates love him, and they follow him without any suspicion... At least most people do."

Bronz poured a glass of water for the opponent, and then whispered:

"He may not be a very insightful and foreseeable person, and he may not be the best officer we can meet, but he is a good man... after all, this is his homeland."

Peguedo carefully examined his old friend for a period of time, and many emotions and events were intertwined and rushed in his mind.

Even after so many things, Bronz is still as innocent as an apprentice.

A wave of regret and emotion washed over his thoughts, and Peggedo felt like he was back again.

"Forgive me, I didn't communicate with him in depth."

"There is nothing to be forgiven, old friend, you are the smartest wizard I have ever seen. If you stop thinking before solving the puzzle, I will be disappointed."

Bronze smiled faintly.

The sincerity of the other party touched Peggedo, and he patted his old friend on the shoulder enthusiastically.

"Your previous opinion may be correct. My decision was too hasty. There are still too many aspects of Esoteric Buddhism that I don't know. Whether they really want to save the world is still unknown... Maybe this is our nature. On the other hand, it’s easy to trust and suspicious, it makes

We must keep fighting. "

"After all, be careful."

At this time, a guard lifted the curtain and said carefully:

"My lord, it's an emergency."

With that, a piece of encrypted white paper was passed in.

After Peggedo took it, he swiped it lightly, and a small text appeared on it.

After watching for a while, he raised his head and said to Bronz:

"The first demon legions have appeared outside the Brass Gate!"

Bronze snatched the secret report, and after a glance, the color of worry climbed on his brow.

"The quantity is unpredictable...this is only the first batch."

The moment he put down the secret report, the white paper immediately burned, and the flames illuminated the two people's faces.

"It's ridiculous to say that it's the first time I'm so eager for Ok to win."

Peguedor's words made Bronze laugh wryly.

"Yes, no matter who wins or loses, the moment the war ends, it will be the end!"