Orc Tyrant

The nerve boy [white forehead] silently knelt and sat in a temple in Port Fanjili, lost in thought.

This city is built on the ruins of human beings, surrounded by several hexagonal forts. A set of maze-like tracks connects every workshop area in Fanjili for basic transportation. The concept is that the craftsmen start from shrimps. What was obtained there, although the hand-cranked carts usually running on the track were farts, but it also greatly improved the efficiency.

The bustling city streets were crowded with boys, artisans, and assholes, and a large part of the entire city was divided by various war gangs.

Van Geli is the first seaport of the Oukes, and it contains the overlord Guk’s ambition to conquer the sea, so he pays special attention to this place, and specially dispatches a team of guards from Arkham to station.

Their task is simple, to ensure that this place will not fall into endless street fighting.

At this moment, he put the task aside, immersed himself in the shadow of the temple, and calmed his shocking spiritual power.

Control is very important to a neuroboy. They can easily gain power, but they can also be easily destroyed by this power.

But even at this time, he was fully armed, and the metal glove of his left hand swept across the helmet placed on the ground at will, and the silver horns that symbolized the great overlord were shining in the dim light.

"almost……"

He thought to himself, with some joy.

He and 30 of his companions have been in Van Gillie for more than a month. They have been serving as firefighters and nanny for the idiot-like Golden Tooth, and thus separated from the other soldiers in their army.

For Bai Er, their "vacation" is really long. At first, he mixed with the boys in the harbor with curiosity, but even if he took off his armor and put on ordinary garbage armor, he greeted him. His is still awe and fear.

Later, he was tired of dealing with these fishy rookies. They were so stupid, and they always asked some idiots who broke through the sky.

He is eager to follow the great overlord again, return to the battlefield, and bring iron and blood to this world full of weak chickens and fools.

The news that the overlord personally conquered the stinky guy and won victory has been delivered, and Baie envied his fellow overlords, that is what a guard should really do.

Although Baie is a nervous boy, he is still a fighter, which has been branded in his blood. To deny this is to deny the existence of his genetic structure.

But at the same time, it is impossible for him to defy the will of the overlord and the wisdom of his leadership. Such a thing is unthinkable. Therefore, Baili often seeks to stay in a secluded place, seeking opportunities to listen to Mao's voice.

"You don't have to kneel down all the time, buddy."

A deep voice sounded behind Bai forehead, and he quickly stood up and faced the intruder.

"Charkin."

Baie shook his head and put his short knife back into the scabbard on his hip.

Under normal circumstances, Baie would use a headshot to kill the opponent because of such provocative remarks, but he and Charkin have established a very strong friendship, even surpassing the class difference between the guards.

This is a bond formed after countless battles. White forehead is dominated by emotions but tends to be cautious. Charkin is sometimes irritable and aggressive, but less fanatical than other boys.

When they are together, they maintain a balance with each other.

The guard captain Chalkin and his neuroboy companion wore the same attire. The huge and angular characteristics of his off-white armor were also reflected on the white-headed armor, and were also branded with the guard's logo.

His shoulder armor, arm armor, and throat guard are all inlaid with silver, and a completely peeled human skin hangs from his left shoulder armor to the right chest of his armor.

The two guards didn't wear helmets, the white-fronted one was fastened to a buckle of his belt when he got up, and Charkin's helmet was held under his arm by him.

"Are you thinking about those gods and gods again?"

A certain bored emotion flashed through Charkin's blood-red eyes.

"Aren't you eager to return to the battlefield and become part of the Spear of Slaughter again?"

As a captain, Charkin was once a member of the Killing Spear, an elite guard organization. After he was deployed to Arkham, he stayed away from this organization full of power and glory.

Of course he is eager to rejoin it and fight the enemy of the overlord.

"But your thoughts are hidden in the dark, that's not what a guard should do!"

Charkin replied sharply and stepped forward.

He managed to maintain his stern expression, but after a moment he patted the opponent's shoulder with a big smile.

"Ann, buddy, I didn't come to you to fight."

As he said, he firmly grasped the forearm of the white forehead.

"You say that every time, and then you have to fight with me every time."

The white forehead did not eat his set, and threw away the opponent's hand, his forehead slightly lifted, squeezing a white spot into the wrinkle.

He was born with a white spot on his forehead, which is the origin of his name.

"You should go out, buddy."

Charkin added:

"During this time, the golden tooth went hunting at sea, and the lame boss was not in a good condition."

"Golden Teeth won't die, right."

"Who knows this, but before the news of his death arrives, we have to settle the matter, at least let the hegemon make a decision about who should decide this place, and the rest will have nothing to do with us."

It is only a short distance from the small temple of Baie to the dock, and through a narrow corridor lined with ferns and broken statues, you can quickly reach a wide square with multiple exits.

The guards, who were talking enthusiastically, moved towards the westward fork that would allow them to finally reach the dock.

Turning a corner, Charkin, the leader of the two guards, was hit in the chest. Although this shock surprised the captain of the guards, it did not shake him.

He looked down to see what had hit him.

A mess of rag bags trembled. This was a weak-looking boy with a wrench in his hand.

"What do you mean!?"

Charkin stepped forward and asked loudly.

The sweaty mechanic curled up under the tall guard, curled up in front of the opponent's obvious power.

He was trembling, and even though there was a tall soldier standing in front of him, he glanced back at the direction he was coming from before wiping his head with his dirty mechanic uniform.

"Say!"

Charkin pressed, and picked up the opponent with his hands, shaking vigorously.

Since he was strangling the opponent's neck, the mechanic could only stretch out his tongue and make uninterrupted gasps, and could not say a complete word.

"He can't say anything until you choke him to death."

Baie calmly persuaded him and put his hand on the opponent's shoulder armor. This gesture calmed the captain of the guard and made him give in a little.

"Say, what makes you crazy like a jumper!"

"Ship, boat!"

The mechanic said, breathing quickly.

"Boss Jinya's ship is back, but he suddenly went crazy!"

He narrated endlessly.

"They fought, and they were everywhere—"

Charkin and Baie exchanged a skeptical look, and then the captain of the guard turned around and once again aimed his arrogant gaze at the mechanic.

"What the **** are you farting! When did Golden Tooth come back?"

The mechanic pointed to the rear with a trembling finger. At the location leading to the dock and pier, thick smoke had already risen, and there was also a faint sound of guns.

"Damn..."

Charkin groaned inwardly.

"We have to go quickly!"

At the next moment, he said to walk away in the direction of the harbor, leaving the cringing mechanic behind him, followed by thirty guards.