Orc Tyrant

The disappearance of the Aswan Fortress did not cause a little disturbance. The mainstream media of the Empire had no reports on this place or the Ouke attack. The whole public opinion was like a stagnant pool.

Only some humble newspapers in the eastern provinces published news about the fortress being attacked, but the newspapers would usually announce the bankruptcy the next day, and all those who wrote related articles would disappear.

The family members of the defenders did not receive a trace of information. They were completely kept in the dark, and they could even receive a "peace letter" from their relatives.

As for the survivors after the battle, they do not exist in the records of the empire. No one knows their fate. Perhaps the occasional groan in the ancient prison will be some kind of unpleasant result...

"...We fought to the end."

When Yuhijin narrated these words, a pen was scribbling on the leather paper, faithfully recording everything he said.

The scratching of the pen nib sounds so harsh-his life is completely maintained and the scribe is using the pen and leather paper, which is really a poetic stupidity.

Yushkin didn’t know his name, or even if he had a name. Although he tried to ask him, the voice written with a pen was the only answer he got. Perhaps his name was just like the darkness of this cell. , Obviously exists but is meaningless.

"We are not deserters."

Yushkin told him, and he still did not respond to him, it is not difficult to imagine how sorry Yushkin was for his indifference.

He had seen the guards of those imperial special prisons. The prisoners called them "homeowners", which was a very appropriate name, but they asked Yushikin to call them "guards." No matter what, he was taken to this room and chained to the wall. That night, they deprived Yushikin of his vision and threw him into the darkness completely.

Although Yushkin could not see the appearance of the scribe, he guessed that it must be some kind of modified inhumanity. Rumor has it that the empire has many secret taboo techniques. He can even hear his heartbeat without emotional fluctuations. The forelimbs kept making a slight clicking sound when writing, and a gentle breathing sound came from the crooked mouth.

He has never heard any complaints from it, and it is likely that it no longer has this function.

Yushkin has been honestly narrating the whole process of the war, and tried to restore the truest part.

Before you start, there is always an end.

This is why the Aswan fortress will disappear, and the Occan army will rise.

The legend of Guk began with the first raid on the Aswan Fortress. From there, everything changed. For the first time, Ouk, belonging to different tribes, united and destroyed one powerful enemy after another, almost Destroyed Yushikin's entire military career.

But none of these make him angry, only this...

In the history of mankind, the records of certain specific periods will be severely destroyed, and the details of the events during the period will be distorted by lies. The history books will only record a relatively peaceful and prosperous era, just as mankind emerged from the disaster of beastization. same.

Imagine the era when the empire spread across the continent, united and powerful. It defeated all enemies and cleansed internal rebellion. Anyone who dared to have insincere towards the Holy Kaimon faith was sentenced to death, and they would His improper remarks paid the price of his life, and alien creatures in the empire were also captured and executed.

And now, at the end of this dark era, the archives that have barely been handed down to record this "golden age" have also been deeply buried.

But in fact, the crisis still lingers, the greatest threats of the empire have never been eliminated, they are just forgotten.

What is even more terrifying is that the empire is also trying to forget them, forget those people who fought blood for the survival of mankind, for the fortress that was destroyed with the enemy.

When he came to this place, Yushkin promised to say everything. No matter how crazy the jailer thinks he was, he would keep his promise, not for survival or illusion, just to let the blood coagulate in On paper, even if it's just a secret file stuffed in the most secret cabinet.

Patter

Suddenly, the pen fell on the table and made a slight noise. Yushikin could feel the scribe leaving, so time passed so fast? If his memory is correct, it will not take more than two hours from the other party to the present. In the past, the other party had to take more than four hours before leaving.

A wind blew across Yushikin's face, the door was opened, and then there was the sound of strange footsteps.

An adult man and wearing boots.

From the footsteps, Yushkin made the most basic judgment.

Then the light appeared, evaporating the darkness, but it also made Yushijin glance over his head sadly, he was a little uncomfortable with such a strong light.

But the other party was very considerate, the bright white light was replaced by the warm dim yellow, Yushijin slowly opened his somewhat moist eyes, and he saw the original appearance of the room again, with simple walls on all sides, a yellow wooden table and chairs. , An oil lamp above is burning.

Behind the table, a man with a black brimmed hat is leaning on a chair. His feet are placed on the table casually. His face is hidden under the brim of the hat, only his chin with stubble is exposed. His black uniform, Yuxi Jin is no stranger at all, after all, the person who brought him here was wearing such clothes.

"Yushkin Clark was born in the village of Kuruskat in the province of Asilian. His father died young and was raised by his mother alone. He has an older sister who is married and serves in the 2nd Infantry Division of the Aswan Army. Three regiments and three battalions, with the rank of major, participated in the first battle of Aswan and served as the second company commander of the third battalion."

The man flipped through the thick notebook on the table at will, and reported Yushkin's resume with ease.

"Have you seen Yusuf?"

"I have seen it."

"Do you know him?"

"No, I'm just a small battalion commander, the general is very busy."

"He must be very sorry to fail to meet a good officer like you."

The man lowered his feet from the table and took off his hat, revealing his face that was not old but vicissitudes of life.

"I know him very well, my name is Diego Alatrist."

Yuhijin stared at the secret guard for a long time. He seemed to have seen him, but there was no impression in his mind.

"Mr. Alatrist, we..."

"We may have seen it, right?"

Diego first said what he was going to say, then he stood up and sat next to Yushkin on the edge of the bed, glanced at the chain, and then suddenly drew a knife to cut it off.

Yushkin was taken aback, but he calmed down quickly, and the short-term freedom was good.

"I've been there a while ago..."

Inserting the thin blade back into the sheath, Diego sat next to Yushikin, sighing.

"I might have made a mistake at that time."

"what?"

"When the fashionable fortress was facing the threat of a large-scale invasion of Oak, I made a decision."

As he said, Diego took out a thick tooth from his arms.

"It's falling off naturally."

"Who?"

"Guk."