Orc Tyrant

"That's it?"

Guk frowned and stared at the black liquid in the bowl. This thing was like water, not water, a bit like the mucus secreted by Skugger.

"Can you light it? Why don't you use Skog Oil."

"Scugger's oil has to be burnt, and if you mix this thing with other things, you will get it yourself."

Shabal explained in detail.

"The black oil burns for a long time, and the skigger oil burns fast. I have tried it, but the skigger oil is not reliable."

He said so spittingly that the nearby bosses are far away from him, even if the reason for reversing the water is very good-find a real boss to have a vigorous WAAAGH. But no one hopes to be next to him who will stabbing the knives in the back at any time during the battle. Although Ouke has no concept of credibility, he will not beat the opponent when he is fighting, but he will be next to him. It can't be justified.

Guk didn't like him very much either. Shabal said very bluntly. He felt that the three guys dragged him down and made him unable to flex his muscles, but this reason was not that good.

The capricious and ambitious guy, it can be said that Guk would actually be more willing to stab him.

But now he is not the leader of a tribe. He is a king. Diego didn't teach him what tolerance is, but he told him what to use—nothing is meaningless, it depends on how you think about it.

Guk looked away from the bowl and turned to the four wooden towers that stood in the distance. This place is indeed very poor. It is so poor that there is not much to build a stronghold for these things. Farther away is a simple fortress, which used to be. The core of Black Fire is now his property.

"How much can I dig in a day."

He pointed to the wooden towers. The black oil was produced from this, and through some wonderful designs, it was squeezed from the ground to the ground.

"Three, four, five... six hundred barrels? I don't remember."

Shabal scratched his head. Numbers are something that most Ouke is not very good at remembering. Except for the mechanics who are more sensitive to this aspect, basically double digits are the limit of Ouke.

"Plus, add twenty more to me, and I will let the single ear carry the materials."

Those burning boys left a deep impression on Guke, especially for the exquisite "Fart Supply and Pressure System". In fact, it only needs to be improved slightly, and the fragile skin is wrapped in iron, and the pressure will increase. It can be used as an efficient killing weapon, especially against vulnerable humans.

Gu Ke can't wait to smell the grilled meat, dried shrimp grilled meat... such a wonderful idea.

"Head, I want to fight."

Shabal did not want to take on this task.

"Not willing?"

Guk glanced at him obliquely, and the meaning in it made his shoulders tremble uncontrollably. The other gloating expressions leaked by Ouke, Guk even held the axe in his hand, waiting for Guk to get angry. Immediately smashed the two or five guys.

Not out of emotional disgust, but simply wanting to chop something.

"Then you do it."

Unexpectedly, Guke pointed his hand at A Kong who was shrinking behind the team. The guy was shocked and speechless, until a guy touched him, he stumbled and opened his mouth.

"Yes, yes, boss!"

"That's it."

Guk turned around and prepared to leave, but Shabal sighed with relief. The boss was very powerful, but the oppressive force was too strong, and the feeling of being on the edge of life and death at any time was really bad.

He lifted his legs to follow, but the silver back suddenly turned around, and his huge fist hit his face firmly. At that moment, he felt that his brain seemed to be blown out.

"There is no second time."

Guke indifferently tore off a piece of cloth from the guard beside him, wiped his left fist vigorously, and turned to leave.

A few meters away, the blood-stained Sabal lay on his back on the ground and groaned in pain. He almost lost consciousness. The snickers around him remained unbroken, but no one was bothering him.

Under the scorching sun, invisible clouds are shrouding.

Stepping on the tamed head, all the way to the back of the giant beast's neck, Guk looked into the distance, his burning eyes seemed to penetrate the space, fixed on the last lock of the cage, that would be the starting point of his road to conquer.

"I come, I see, I conquer!"

The blazing fire must put more fuel into it, the flower of vigorous ambition needs more blood to water, and he is already hungry and thirsty.

Now, the time has come!

"Hello, Mr. Alatrist."

The maids bowed down respectfully, a black-clothed man put his fingers in front of his lips, and then gently walked into the sunny courtyard.

In the center of the meticulously decorated flowerbeds and fountains, there is a circular corridor. A middle-aged man in ragged clothes is singing ancient tunes, his callous hands gently stroke the semi-circular banjo, and his vicissitudes of life is engraved. Forehead traces over the years.

Beside him is a young girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, full of youthful vitality, her plump forehead is hung with a headdress made of silver coins, and a tambourine hung with bells makes a light beat in her hands. They all have black hair and light brown skin.

Opposite them, sitting two noble girls with royal blood, they both have exquisite faces and amber hair, wearing luxurious purple dresses, the elderly and the opposite girl are 13 or 4 years old. The infant seems to be only seven or eight years old.

They leaned against each other, listening to the ancient folk melody...

Ancient epoch

There is a royal girl

According to the old story

She is the most beautiful princess

In the stone castle

She sleeps alone every night

The sound that even the dead can wake up

Can't wake her up

Oh oh oh oh oh~~~~

A stranger came from a distant country

Hope to marry her

Her father said, no, get out

Someday she will marry a king

That stranger went and returned

With thousands of troops

The shouts of battle can scare the courage

But still can't wake her up

Oh oh oh oh oh~~~~

The battle lasted all day

But the walls of the castle are thick and hard

The stranger shouted, let her decide

Who does her heart belong to?

The king knocked on her door

Only you can end this war

No one knows the end of this story

Is she awake?

Will she still wake up?

...

After a long silence, the two princesses clapped warmly.

"Much better than those sleepy musicals."

"Sister, can we listen to one more song."

The vicissitudes of man seemed to notice the other visitors, and immediately stood up, stroking his chest and bending over.

"Dia brother."

Only then did the two angels notice that the man was leaning against the pillar and looking at them with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Dia brother!"

The two princesses rushed to him happily, like two young birds welcoming their mother.

"Dia brother, can I still listen to one song?"

The slightly younger princess looked up at him with star-bright eyes and made a begging voice.

"Well, I'm afraid not, it's time to go to etiquette class."

"Dia Brother..."

The little princess showed an expression of grievance that people couldn't refuse, but the cold secret guard was like a gentle mother, squatting down and stroking the other's head.

"We said yes, we will go to class after listening, right?"

"Yes it is."

"Good boy."

With a smile on his face, Diego turned his attention to the older princess.

"Anna, bring Sophia."

"What about tomorrow's hunting?"

There was a sly light in the crystal sapphire, and Diego raised his hands helplessly.

"Okay, wrap it on me."

"Thank you!"

Seeing them laughing all the way, the secret guard's expression was very soft, and only when he was with them could he temporarily forget the conspiracy, desire and cruelty in the dark, and he tried his best to keep these things away from them.

"Mr. Alatrist."

The man came to Diego cautiously with his daughter. He was a bard, an ancient profession that was close to dying in this era.

"Warren, you have worked hard."

Diego took out a purse from his arms. The gold coins in it were enough to allow him and his daughter to live a good life in the country, not only for this performance, but also for their past friendship.

"No, Brother Diego, I..."

The man did not accept the money, he hesitantly rubbed his hat, and under the suspicious gaze of the other party, he whispered:

"…I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Jenny."

The man dragged his daughter from behind, and the little girl was somewhat reluctant.

"I want you to find her a job in the palace."

The professional instinct makes Diage first think of conspiracy and conspiracy, and his suspicion glances over the father and daughter's body like a razor, as if to shave off their flesh and blood and see through the bones and internal organs.

With this sweep, the father and daughter felt that they were being stared at by dangerous beasts, and they couldn't stop the cold sweat.

But soon, Diego's expression relaxed, and the invisible pressure disappeared.

"Sorry, I shouldn't."

"It's okay, I know, it's your duty."

"But why, you want to abandon the habits of your nation, I mean..."

The man lowered his head and touched the girl's head with a sad expression. Their ethnic group has never settled down, and they don't know how to work or farm. Wandering is their destiny.

"The ancient **** of poetry has long since passed away, and I am already old. There may be no way to protect Jane in the future. I don't want her to continue to live the life of a Lorham. Her future should be stable."

Diego looked at the man, and his mind appeared to be what he was 20 years ago. At that time, he was so passionate and full of vitality, a chanter determined to travel everywhere, the last poetry sacrifice.

Time is really a terrible predator.

"Understood, I will arrange it."

It was not clear whether this sentence was a promise or a sigh, but the old bard was very happy, and he showed a contented smile.

"Jenny."

He pushed the silent girl in front of Diego.

"Thank you Mr. Alatrist."

The girl didn't speak, she shook her head, then turned and walked to her father's side.

"Don't do this, I promised your mother."

The trembling hand pushed the girl forward again, this time she did not look back, but her eyes were full of tears.

"Thank you... Mr. Alatrix."

A choking sound came out from under his drooping head, and the big teardrops fell on the marble floor and shattered to pieces.

"how about you?"

Diego took the girl to his side and looked at the bewildered father.

"There is news from the north that terrible things are happening, and the lighthouse of Hades lights up again. I am going there, for Jane, for you."

"Beacon of Hades...why?"

Diego frowned. This was not good news. Although he didn't feel bad about those people, he didn't like it.

"I don't know, but I have to go there, maybe..."

The last words were not said, but his behavior today has told Diego what might happen.

Both of them were silent.