Orc Tyrant

"Gunfire guy."

There was a hostile and rude voice in Grak's throat.

"When was the last time we fought?"

"This time is not short."

Beruf said so, but in fact he didn't remember that much. Although all Ouke were militant fanatics, Grak was extremely fierce in that respect.

This is a rare duel between warlords. The two of them are only a few meters apart. They shook hands with their weapons. The empty camp is the arena. All the boys were driven out to build the road leading to the shrimp country. Bridge.

Beruf knew that Glak was a savage student, a slaughter, and he was also an unparalleled warrior in the battle. His advantage lies in the impact and the fierceness of the raid. He met on the battlefield. When he arrives, he will understand what is unstoppable.

He won't fight with you, but simply kill-it's not that he lacks skill.

His talent is unparalleled, his concentration is beyond common sense, his speed is extremely confusing, he is a storm full of murderous intent, his weapons never stop, his eyes are always vigilant, his opponent's muscles are slightly tight and tight. No change can escape his eyes.

In the past, he would be called the war boss. This title belongs to the tribal leaders who took the lead and took the lead, not those who commanded operations from a distance or only used waaagh energy.

But outside of the personal battlefield, no matter how he learns and trains, Glak still lacks the brutality and ferocity that makes him unmatched in actual combat. Of course, he can use brute force to fight beautiful offensive and defensive battles, but this is not his talent. Where, if any warlord does his best, he can be evenly matched in a large-scale battle, and Beruf can even defeat him relatively simply.

"Then don't wait!"

Grak raised his great axe and rolled up a gust of wind towards Beruf, and the axe blade that had killed countless creatures shone viciously in the sun.

Beruf could not retreat, so he could only greet him with a pair of knives.

The stand-alone duel began, the collision light of the weapons reflected the draped armor, and the flags hanging high around seemed to be in a thundercloud storm. The intersecting of the blades caused the air to electrolyze, and the breeze formed gently blew the heavy flags.

Just as they wrestled with each other, two other beings joined in.

First it was Shabal, who stood beside a heavy artillery and watched quietly, and then Ojimede appeared from the shadows, burning mechanical prosthetic eyes watching the fight, and his rickety body was carrying the look. A very heavy mechanical support, and a rusty mechanical arm extended forward.

Beruf felt these two guys, but there was no additional reaction.

Grak sensed his distraction and slashed towards the lower plate. Beruf turned sideways to avoid the blow, and the back of the blade of his right hand hit the opponent's weapon, barely blocking it at the last moment.

The weapons of each other rubbed against each other, sprinkling a string of sparks on the hot sand. It is noon, and the scorching sun is high, which happens to be the hottest time of the day.

Glak may not have much insight in tactics, but he has a clever strategy in fighting. He understands that Beruf is a guy who is good at speed. At the beginning of the duel, he tried hard to approach the opponent, pressing the opponent's range of motion, and successively launched several moves. A violent slash, and Beruf was able to block these attacks with the spine of his sword.

The Gunfire Corps has never been famous for their bravery. Many times they are considered to rely too much on long-range firepower to win the war. This accusation may be partly true, but Beruf believes that every kid in the Gunfire Corps has no less than Combat skills of other legions.

Maintaining balance, acting and reacting, how to guide the opponent to expose his technical flaws, how to avoid all kinds of temptations of the opponent-all aspects of this are deeply etched in the consciousness in Beruf's year-round training and combat career.

But in the face of more fierce and barbarous relatives, this unique concept is not enough to smooth out the disadvantages.

"what!"

Beruf made a deviation when blocking an attack on the torso. Grak seized the opportunity to cut a deep scratch on the breastplate, and Shabal immediately let out a cry of exclamation.

pay attention to!

Beruf warned himself.

The swords collided again, and they were locked in between the saw teeth. Beruf and Grak slammed close, and the shoulders of both sides violently touched each other, and they could even see each other's reflections in each other's pupils.

"You are like a bunch of cowards!"

"We do what we do, Grak, you have too much control!"

After stalemate for a few seconds, both sides simultaneously withdrew their weapons and took a step back.

"Boss, although I really want to continue to appreciate your combat skills, I have to say something."

A voice with a weird accent ended the duel. Okimid carried his mechanical box and walked between the two. Because his voice was like a fart, he was laughed at by the boys until he used a certain A strange device threw a group of kids who laughed at him into the sky, then fell back to the ground, and no one would dare to laugh at him anymore.

"What's wrong..."

Although they were very dissatisfied that the duel was interrupted, the two warlords put away their weapons, because in addition to studying the underground ruins, Okimid also had another important responsibility-supervising the construction of the iron bridge across the fissure. .

However, the project has not been smooth, and various problems have appeared one after another. Oak is not good at large-scale civil construction. Maybe they can play mechanically very easily, but it is designed to this kind of thing that requires a high degree of organization and coordination. At times, they tend to make a mess.

This is also the fundamental reason why Glak would come here to find Beiruf trouble. If the bridge repair is not good, he can do nothing, and if he has nothing to do, he can only find someone to beat him.

"I thought for a long time and found a solution."

"You said the same last time, but a lot of iron was wasted, and you couldn't even make it through a fart!"

"This time is different, my plan is very useful."

"tell me the story."

Shabal also came over, and the three warlords surrounded Okimid in the middle,

"I've been to see that there is a hole very close to the sea. We dig a trench and introduce the sea water into the pit, so we can build a floating bridge."

"like……"

The three warlords glanced at each other, Glak was a bit at a loss, Beruf agreed, but Shabal was suspicious.

"How long does it have to dig?"

"Probably from here to the blood skull."

Shabal estimated for a while and felt that this was an acceptable distance.

"Then do it!"

Although I didn’t figure it out very much, it was probably a bit playful to see the meaning of the other two guys. Grak yelled at once. Now he is not equal to every second. He just wants to kill him right away and give him a severe lesson. Those dried shrimps.

It's so hot...