Orc Tyrant

"Underground ruins?"

Hannibal's voice suddenly rose up. Although it was still so natural and smooth, it could not conceal the surprise between his lips and teeth.

On the bright red carpet, a pair of young men and women lower their heads in a humble attitude. The coats of wild animal fur and artificial fabrics are covered with dew and mud. The male is slightly taller than the female, with a dead male deer on his head. In the hood made of the head, women have a long brown braid and a pale goat skull on their head.

"Yes, an ancient... relic."

The man raised his head. There were many small wounds on his face, as if he had been bitten by something, turning his face into a broken puzzle, but his eyes were extremely hot.

Hannibal, standing in front of the window, flicked his fingers across the withered purple petals in the vase and dropped them onto the table.

"You are very confused."

"My lord, I...I don't know how to describe it. The word'ancient' may not be appropriate."

"Tell me what you saw."

"Machine, very huge machine, there are many passages, and iron houses, uh... weird metal structure, some geometry, I mean..."

Hannibal raised his hand to interrupt the chaotic language of the opponent. He understood that the leader of the predator had many flaws in understanding, and his expressive ability was far from comparable to his killing ability, so he turned to question the opponent's wife. , Another predator.

"Natalia."

"My lord, those relics are extremely old in the concept of time, but in essence they are more advanced and incredible than anything I have ever seen. I can guarantee that the most cutting-edge creations of this era are just children's toys in front of those things. "

The young woman's voice was soft and gentle, but every word clearly expressed her feelings and thoughts. The man beside her kept nodding, as if agreeing with her.

Hannibal fell silent. He walked slowly in his study, and came to the shelf and pulled out two books of different thicknesses from it. One was the classic "Covenant" of the Kaimon Church, and the other was the latest edition. Biological work "Origin".

"Some people say that we are created by God, some people say that it has nothing to do with God, we are the product of disorderly forces."

He put two books on the desk, looked at the man and woman, and whispered:

"What do you think it's like?"

The young men and women were obviously stumped by this question. They looked at each other, and then the woman answered:

"Sorry, my lord... we can't explore such a profound question."

"No, you have the answer in the center, but you dare not face other possibilities."

Hannibal's words made both of them feel a little embarrassed, but he did not continue to dwell on the subject, but nodded.

"I understand, so go down and rest first."

"Yes."

When the two exited the door, the bookshelf behind Hannibal suddenly opened, and a woman in mourning came out.

"Hannibal, the meeting is about to begin."

"What do you think it will be?"

Instead of responding to what the other party said, he raised his own question.

"Snake people have always been a strange existence. They will never take a step out of the Echo Swamp, nor will they let any creatures enter their domain alive, and they are completely unable to communicate. Everyone has always suspected that they are What is being guarded, but no one can discover this secret, or reveal this secret alive."

"I know all the facts you described."

"So it doesn't matter what those things are, what's important is what Oaks will do with them."

"It's obvious."

"So, what are you going to do."

"Maybe……"

Hannibal turned around with a smile, looked directly at the cold beauty, and the other person walked up immediately with a hand to straighten his collar. The years of getting along with each other will give a special insight to each other even if it is inappropriate. force.

"...Let's first go and see how the guys who are scared are howling."

The enclosed hall was illuminated by seven huge pillars of fire. The blood-red flames enveloped everything in a **** curtain. The rough rock walls were carved with many twisted inscriptions. An evil altar was surrounded by pillars of fire. Among them, there was a figure standing under each pillar of fire, and only one pillar of fire was empty.

The shape of the altar is like a randomly chopped stone slab. Its gray surface is as cold as death. Its surface is large enough to hold several people. The side of more than half a meter thick is carved with forbidden patterns, full of massacres and sacrifices, and dark prayers. The text was embedded in a stone slab with teeth and bones. Blood was offered everywhere.

On the surface of the altar lies a naked, sturdy man, his limbs are deeply slit, and thick blood flows into every deep groove and gap.

"Hannibal always likes to let others wait for him."

A voice of dissatisfaction came from under a certain pillar of fire. The bald man in the ruined ancient armor shook the black cloak behind him angrily. His blue-gray skin was covered with fine prayers, and his right hand was kept hanging on The hilt at the waist seemed to be ready to be pulled out at any time.

"Parker, he is the chief priest, stop your complaining, before you can replace him."

Another strange sound of Yin and Yang floated over, as if only to arouse his anger.

"Toka! Stop playing your tricks!"

The bald man cast his angry gaze on a tattered gray robe that was swaying in the air. The owner of that thing completely shrank himself in it, giving people the illusion that the robe was moving.

"The sacrifice is about to begin."

The talking body is unusually plump. He is more than three meters tall and looks like a meat mountain. Every time he shakes the fat on his body, he will shake for a while. There is basically no covering on his body, only a lot of strange tattoos.

"His arrogance makes my lord angry!"

The humpbacked old woman struck **** the crutches in her hand, and the skeletons strung on top of each other made a weird laugh.

"Profanity! Blasphemy! This blasphemy is simply... let me see how to punish!"

In a brown priest's robe, the priest with a rotten face kept turning the dirty books on his hands, his nervous expression distorted the scars on his face, making him look like an evil spirit.

"coming."

The slender black figure lifted the face hidden under the top hat, but there was nothing on it.

The sound of gentle footsteps sounded, and everyone closed their mouths, as if deliberately to irritate them. The footsteps were so steady that they showed the master's unhurried attitude.

The hidden door on the rock wall opened, and a smiling Hannibal appeared in front of them, his arms spread out as if he was hugging everyone.

"Oh, it's great to see that you are still so energetic, my lord bless you."