Orc Tyrant

On the night he came out of the dungeon, Shabal looked very depressed.

In the deserted Blackstone Fort, apart from him and the guards who escorted him, there were only various small creatures wandering around, and he didn't see any other Ok.

Walking to the uppermost space of the Blackstone Fort, Shabal was unshackled and walked into the earliest palace of Guk alone.

As soon as he walked out of the tunnel, Shabal saw him at a glance, draped in a heavy armor-painted in black and white.

Guk stood in the center of the palace, bathed in the moonlight cast by the skylight, making him look like a lifeless statue, even breathing very slightly.

The next moment, he turned to Shabal, and the vitality seemed to return to his body.

"Shabal."

He said that the pure light was enveloping him, even though he had a prolonged guttural sound, Shabal could feel some strange syllables in it when he said his name.

"head……"

Shabal responded carefully so as not to aggravate the other party’s anger. Although Guk was calm, he knew that the other party would never let this failure be so easily. If he was a little careless in his words, he would probably do it. Will get a more terrible ending.

"I just talked to Glak and Beruf."

While he was speaking, the black-haired harpy walked to his side lightly, just as a large tame cat was following its owner, and Guk stroked the other's long hair with his unclawed hand.

"They also understand their responsibilities. From now on, the Gunfire Legion will be the Blood Axe Legion, and Grak's Legion will be renamed Goff."

"Uh...nice name."

"Hahaha.

Gukgan laughed a few times, making the walls tremble.

"They are not so persuasive. Glak will probably not be able to run for a long time, Beruf... he probably won't be able to use two knives anymore.

Although this sentence was an understatement, Shabal shuddered. He glanced at his severed hand, thinking that if there is one less one, he will have to fight with his mouth.

Or maybe one leg is not unacceptable?

"What did you encounter."

Shabal didn't understand what he was referring to, but the other party did not ask him to answer, but made a gesture with a giant claw to let him report.

"Shrimp, a lot..."

"well."

Guk nodded, the moonlight backdrop in the darkness outlined his huge figure.

"then?"

Shabal knelt down on one knee, like a knight loyal to the lord of ancient humans.

"I, I lost."

His breathing became heavy, like an approaching storm.

At this time, Shabal didn't think that Guk would kill him. However, he didn't think he could leave unscathed after the meeting.

"Boss, Xiami is a bit different this time."

"Is there something wrong with my leader, Shabal, makes you think I can tolerate failure again and again?"

"No, no, boss."

"And still such a serious failure?"

Guk said slowly, the giant claws on his arms united.

"You are my warlord, but what's the use of a warlord who can't win?"

Shabal almost wanted to defend himself, insisting that this was his only failure.

However, after another thought, I felt that this was self-inflicted. Even if this matter was true, such a claim would only make him appear even more unforgivable and even more incurable.

Guke stepped forward and stopped a claw blade on Shabal’s forehead. With a slight movement of his wrist, he could peel off the opponent’s face from his head. Shabal had already seen him do other Ouke and Xiami before. Through this kind of thing.

He has been wearing giant claws, and the fierce claw blades extending from his fingers reflect the light of distant stars.

Shabal swallowed his throat. He knew how powerful this weapon was. When the giant claws were not activated, the claw blades would gather and rub against each other in the dry friction sound. When the giant claws were activated, the ancient claw blades The force field will stimulate bursts of electric light.

The giant claw is both a weapon of war and a status symbol for Guk. Few Ouke is eligible to be executed by Guk's Claw. A warlord happens to be a suitable execution target, cutting out a head that will not insult its status.

"Stand up and continue talking."

Suddenly, Gu Ke's tone changed, which surprised Shabal a little.

"Tell me all the details."

Shabal stood up, and Guk removed the claw blade.

Shabal could feel that his anger was burning and consuming his boss, just as the sun was burning and exuding heat, but he seemed to be too lazy to take care of it.

Since arriving, this is the first time he has been looking at each other up close. The subtle pressure made his face tense, and he looked more than just angry—it could even be said to be a little trance.

Shabal obeyed his orders and began to talk about the course of the war and all preparations, the final battle, and the defectors from the other two legions.

He also reported on the details of the conflict between the other two legions and the previous plans of the three warlords.

Of course, in the end, he also reported to Guk the failure trap that destroyed the entire war.

At the end of the report, Guk was silent, he looked down at his giant claw, and the huge claw blade opened and closed again.

From the observation window of the palace, Shabal could see the fuzzy appearance of a giant machine. From this distance, he could not distinguish too many details, but he still knew that, just like the armor they wore, its shell was made of steel. , With a barrel-shaped torso, has an inexplicable attraction for him-after he goes out alive, he must take a good look at what it is.

"I didn't actually lose..."

Shabal added one last sentence, breaking the difficult silence.

Guk laughed, as if the other party had told a joke.

"Really?"

"If Okimid doesn't send me here, I can still let the boys continue to fight, and I can always defeat Xiami."

He watched Guk turn his direction and step away from him, the sound of joint armor rubbing like a slow-paced symphony.

Suddenly, the giant claw smashed open the front door of Shabal like a cloud of water, and when he staggered back, he pulled him forward again.

Guk grabbed the warlord's throat with his bare hands, and lifted him up to the creak of his joints.

His boots left the deck and his breathing was unsustainable. Although an Ouke could withstand a prolonged lack of oxygen, when he looked into Guk's angry eyes, he still suspected that he would die of suffocation.

"Your brain is broken?"

Each of his words resembled the roar of an engine, and his saliva glued into a curved thread between his teeth.

"the host……"

Liya asked in a soft voice with some worry, but Shabal didn't dare to move, because any action could aggravate Guk’s anger and make the situation more uncontrollable. He knew this anger and knew it was so easy to ignite. hard to prevent.

"Stay back!"

"But the master..."

"I said step back!"

In a breeze, Liya flew back into the shadows, but her worried gaze never left Guk.

The steel on Guk's hand armor gradually clenched on Shabal's neck, his spine cracked and almost cracked, and his mandible burst into sharp pain with the beating of his heart.

"Your brain is broken, Shabal."

Suddenly, Guk released his hand, and Shabal's boots finally landed.

"broken."

He continued:

"But it's not hopeless."

Shabal looked at him from close, slowly letting his squeezed throat breathe again.

"Victory is obtained by staining the hands with blood, not by some vain weird thoughts."

After saying such a confusing remark, Gukla moved away from Shabal and waved his hand.

"Let's go, go see your legion, it's messed up now."

"Uh……"

Shabal turned to leave, but he hesitated again. He felt something was wrong with Guk tonight, but he couldn't tell. He turned around and glanced and found that he was standing by the window, staring at the huge machine standing in the wasteland. Creation.

The words in his mouth were about to be spit out, but he swallowed it back immediately. He didn't want to have more troubles and chose to leave quickly, who knows if Gu Ke suddenly repented again.

After he left, Liya walked out of the shadows, came to Guk, and leaped gently over his shoulder:

"the host……"