Orc Tyrant

Varu's cough caused a burning, sharp pain in his flanks.

Smoke surrounds him, there are corpses, no, not just corpses, there are corpses.

He forced himself to move, panting because of the sharp pain coming from his whole body, and feeling dizzy and dizzy.

The hand touched the slippery fluid in front of the forehead, where it was dripping with blood, but the most severe pain came from the side abdomen.

When he unfastened the buckle that fixed the breastplate, his face couldn't help but squeeze, gritted his teeth and pulled out the long metal fragment that was inserted into his flank when the armor was slid away.

He threw the fragments to the ground, at least he was still alive, which was much better than the other people lying on the floor.

That wave of explosions severely damaged the armory. Smoke and dust were emitted from the rubble. Part of the walls became scorched. The ancient murals burned. Many corpses scattered around him also caught fire. The stench of burning human flesh and fat caused Varus. Do evil.

He coughed painfully, and at the same time he felt the ground shaking under his feet, indicating that another explosion occurred somewhere.

"Are there any alive?"

There was a shout, and Varu hobbled towards the source of the sound, away from the fiery purgatory behind him.

The three imperial soldiers ran to the neighboring house, and Varus hurriedly followed, and felt another wave of explosions under his feet, so he quickened his pace and gritted his teeth against the pain of his body.

He must leave this area quickly.

Staggering through the thick smoke that seemed to surround him, Varu headed in the direction of the station he remembered.

Walking through the chaotic streets with crutches, passing several dead bodies lying on the ground, these people have gunshot wounds on their heads.

He bent down and picked up a **** spear, which was heavy and inconvenient in his hands, but it was considered a weapon anyway.

Passing through the corner, I saw two soldiers standing next to a fallen man. He was wearing a plain pale yellow robe and looked like he had just died.

As soon as they saw Varu and the uniforms he was wearing, the two soldiers ran over immediately.

"I'm from Jiulian, what the **** is going on here?"

"The wall is lost."

A soldier answered his question.

"Our commander is calling us to go near the station. You'd better come with us."

Varu nodded, keeping up with his compatriots as much as possible.

It is still noon, no, it should be said that it is close to the afternoon.

Varu thought, how long has it passed since he lost consciousness?

He saw a large number of imperial soldiers building barricades along the street, and a small group of law enforcement officers in Harar. The streets were boiled with voices, and people fleeing everywhere were crowded.

Boom~!

A grenade hit a certain roof, and people hurriedly stooped to seek cover, and then the newly built barricade was fired again by intensive fire.

The howling of the soldiers, mixed with uncoordinated gunfire and explosions, for Varu, it was hard to escape from the burning armory, but it seemed to have entered another hell.

"Soldiers! Come with me!"

But Varu’s disaster was just beginning. He was still in a trance, and his spear was taken away, and then a rifle was stuffed in.

The officer holding a pistol stared at him, then stretched out his hand and squeezed his shoulder, pushing him forward.

"Don't dare! We need to reorganize the defense line!"

Seeing the enemies around him and feeling the fear emanating from them, Glak licked his lips.

His thumb flicked the raised button on the handle of the axe, and the sharp serrations screamed back to life. He could feel the Ripper trembling with almost unquenchable hunger and thirst in his hand, and he clenched the sharpened sharply. He felt the weapon connected with flesh and blood, and the tiny barb pierced into his palm, making him extremely excited.

The soldiers in uniforms all around quickly broke into the open area and fled, and no defender dared to stay to fight the enemy between them. The impact of Grak’s mighty force became the last straw that crushed them, and the surrounding mechanics. The boy is firing at the broken soldiers.

"Waaagh!"

He roared wildly, rushing into the enemy army, slashing left and right, the screaming chain saw cut a piece of flesh and blood, and when he rushed out of the crowd, his whole body was splashed with blood.

The nerve boy swung a heavy iron rod with thorns and smashed a soldier's face. Blood and brain pulp suddenly splattered his distorted face. Glak knew that this guy hadn't been mad for a long time.

The Bloodfang Guard easily tore through the empire's defenses, and then Glak saw a group of dried shrimps wearing gray robes and holding rifles and grenades coming out of the streets on both sides.

"Come with me!!"

He ran towards the enemy through the blood-soaked cobblestone ground, and the dried shrimps immediately opened fire.

The bullet grazed the side of Grak's head, and he roared and slammed into the encirclement. The battle axe easily ripped the armor and flesh. He felt the beast in his hand pleased by the splash of blood. The killing instinct pulled his arm and drove him. Use the whistling sawtooth to bring more deaths.

Metal and pipelines were full of blood, and the gears covered with the axe turned rapidly, and the waaagh surging around him rushed to Grak's body. Then he used the axe to split the chest of another victim, letting the sharp serrations bite. Cut flesh and ribs.

"Kill all for me!! Don't keep one!!"

boom!

The entire street was almost clear, when a bullet suddenly hit Grak's brow, causing his head to tilt to the left.

Putting down the high battle axe, the tendons on his head pulsed a few times, and Glak turned his head to see who dared to throw a cold gun at him.

"Damn!!"

Varu couldn't help cursing as he reloaded the bullet with trembling hands. Although this gun was powerful enough to shoot with a single shot, but...

The effect of the blow just now seemed to only slightly stimulate the tall monster leading the other Ok, so another shot probably only slightly delayed the opponent's footsteps.

Varu knew that death had come to Harar, and his life began to count down.

Kaimon protects my soul.

He can only pray.

The defense line organized by the empire was being massacred at will. Varu saw a bullet in the left shoulder of someone and exploded on the spot. When he fell to the ground, blood was spread all over his body like a mist, and the left half of his torso was completely Disappeared without a trace.

Immediately, the other person was knocked down by Green Skin with a gun like a club, and the force of the percussion made his head shatter like glass.

The monster demon who had just been shot by Varu passed through the melee and approached him, and he swears again.

The monster's size far surpasses Varu. His figure is by no means short, but he can barely reach the chest of the beast.

With a click, the bullet was finally loaded, Varu raised his gun again and fired at the tall Ouke warlord. The shot was shot in a hurry, too late to aim, but it still hit the beast's wrist.

"Sneaky shrimp!"

With an angry roar, Grak slapped the opponent's rifle empty-handed, and then freed his left hand to pinch the opponent's throat.

His hands almost encircled the opponent's entire neck, feeling the fragility under his fingers, and the tendons and ligaments slowly contracted to exert pressure.

Grak lifted the man into the air, his feet could only be kicked half a meter above the ground, and the warlord Ouke pulled the opponent closer in front of him.

"Does it hurt? Shrimp."

He breathed like a violent wind mixed with corpse stinks on Varu's face, almost suffocating him to death.

"But it will become more painful next."

After speaking, he threw the person aside, and seven or eight waited long jumps immediately surged up, and the screams accompanied by the sound of torn flesh continued for a long time.