Orc Tyrant

In the jungle hundreds of meters away from him, a team of stinks with rifles came out in chaotic steps. From time to time, roaring shells passed over their heads, covering them with scarlet energy visible to the naked eye. Over them, turning their eyes into a red similar to Ouke.

They were panting heavily, their open mouths were full of fangs, their muddy saliva kept hanging down, and the rifles in their hands fired straight ahead without any precision.

Boom boom boom boom~!

The chaotic shooting caused only a few boys to fall to the ground, but it made Naz understand that the flood was not accidental.

He encountered an ambush, a carefully prepared and almost successful ambush.

The strong feeling of anger caused the thick ribs on his neck and face to violently. He pulled down the tomahawk on his waist, raised his pistol, and kicked the kid who was still lying at his feet.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! ! ! ! ! !

With a roar, Naz rushed towards the enemy like a runaway Skug, and the kid who crossed the river with him saw that the boss was coming up, and immediately followed him with a call sign.

Backed by the turbulent river, a **** battle broke out.

"Waaaaagh!"

The Oukes in the impact shot from time to time. At every moment, the lycanthrope was taken off the ground by the huge impact, and then fell again in a broken form, and the blood and flesh fell into the still-living lycanthrope. , But their progress was not interrupted, as if some invisible force gave them great courage.

The two sides quickly crossed the line of fire, sparkling sharp blades and greedy fangs flooding each other's sights.

"For the Beast God!"

The leader of the lycanthrope holding the tattered battle flag let out a nearly frantic roar, and more shells fell in the formation of Ouke’s charge, but the number was far from enough to restrain their hunger and thirst. Every striker The first ones are the largest Ouke, they are all covered with riveted metal plate armor, and behind them stand various trophy brackets, most of which are animalized people.

"Kill them all!"

Naz threw away the gun in his hand and held the battle axe in both hands, and the boys around him followed suit.

His first axe cut across the waist of a beastized man, throwing his weak body into the sky, but this blood could not satisfy his anger, and his fist stretched out to strike a stinky guy who tried to stab him with a sad bayonet. Head shattered.

The courage is not enough to make the lycanthrope possess the power that can match Ouke. Under the fierce impact, at least one third of them turned into dead bodies in the first place, even if there were less than half of them. I still have a strong army, the long river bank slaughter is going on frantically, and the stench of blood flows down the ground into the river.

Boom boom boom boom!

But Naz didn't notice that some unusual noises began to appear, accompanied by the fact that the boys fell to the ground constantly, and a hole was precisely opened in their heads.

It wasn't until some instinct could make Naz suddenly lean over his body, sparks burst from his shoulder armor, and metal shards hit his face, and he realized that something was aiming at him.

Naz cast his gaze to the back of the lycanthrope. At the edge of the jungle, a large group of shrimps wearing antler helmets, gray long clothes and animal skins on their shoulders were holding their ancient spears and shooting towards the battlefield. The appearance of those guns looked very old, like twisted vines, and there was no fire or smoke in the muzzle after shooting.

The boys around fell down one by one. Naz narrowed his eyes. He looked back and found that the guy stranded on the river bank had set up the cannon. They were obviously not idle.

So he shouted at the mechanics:

"Boom on those shrimps!"

The mechanics who received the order quickly raised the muzzle, and then squeezed all kinds of things into the barrel.

Boom boom boom boom~!

Clouds of green smoke rose from all over the battlefield, some hit the center of the battlefield, and some flew to the back of the battlefield, throwing the humans into the sky in a violent explosion, or sputtering deadly fragments in the pile of people.

"Kill! With dried shrimps!"

Naz charged again. He led the boys to scuttle through the array of lycanthropes, and went straight to the shrimps with black guns. The axe covered with stinky blood gleamed with deadly malice in the sun.

As the rumbling storm made of fangs and muscles approached, the humans panicked, their gun hands trembling, and they began to back away.

A string of bullets hit Naz’s armor. They seemed to know that only by defeating this big guy could they win, but their firepower was not strong enough. They could only smash small holes in the thick steel plate, occasionally a few shots. Drilling into the gap between the armor pieces, shooting into the flesh and blood, but immediately bitten by the muscles, the short-term pain will only arouse the anger of the Ouke warlord more.

The human beings who were unable to retreat were swept down by the Oukes, and their powerless resistance was quickly crushed. Naz used an ax to harvest their lives like ripe grains, dozens of heads were chopped off, and more were killed. Dismembered and smashed.

The human beings were defeated in an instant, the resistance of the stinky guys gradually weakened, and the dawn of victory was approaching.

"My lord is on! The powerful enemy gives the head!"

However, a group of shrimp wielding machetes suddenly rushed out from the two wings of the battlefield. They also wore deerskin helmets, covered by only a few scattered animal skins, and a large number of mysterious cyan patterns painted on their bare skin.

They move fast and are not as agile as humans. They turn with a scimitar with both hands like a whirlwind. They cut into the battlefield abruptly and flew a large number of heads.

And as long as the patterns on their bodies are stained with blood, they will move mysteriously, as if they are alive.

These humans were not many, but only a few thousand, but they interrupted Ok's rushing momentum, and even Naz stopped under the siege of more than a dozen scimitars.

But this was not over yet. Just as Naz squeezed a naked shrimp that was too close, he noticed a group of more unique shrimps coming out of the dense forest.

They have naked upper bodies, bald heads, let alone hair, no eyebrows, scarlet blood-like magic patterns painted on their skin of different colors, and a square pattern full of jagged teeth on the chest, like a big one. mouth.

They lowered their heads, chanting strange tunes, and marched slowly toward the war. They held a half-meter-long dagger in both hands. It was transparent and red, and its appearance was similar to the tongue of a certain creature, with thin and thin sides on both sides. Sawtooth, if you look closely, there seems to be a strange light flashing.

There must be an uneasy aura on these dried shrimps. They must be weird. Thinking of this, it swept across with a violent blow, severing two dried shrimps that tried to hit his knee with a scimitar.

"Chaya!"

"Hey!"

The most powerful perverted kid in the legion responded. Although most of the nervous boys stayed on the other side of the river, a dozen of them followed.

"Pay attention to those dried shrimps! Toss them!"

"Okay!"

The abnormal boy nodded, raised the metal rod and began to mutter, followed by a series of lightning. A dozen bald shrimps suddenly turned into coke, but the others were still moving forward as if they hadn't seen it.

Cha Ya snorted and was about to come to the next big one, but a ball of hot fire suddenly flew over and slapped him.

"Damn!"

In an instant, he turned into a screaming fireball and started running around.

At this time, the strange humans finally stopped. They raised their heads, staring blankly at the front, neatly raising the dagger in their hands, and piercing them into their chests with Naz's puzzled gaze.

Second! ! !