Orc Tyrant

　　 “Just like this?”

　　Gook frowned tightly and stared at the black liquid in the bowl. This thing was like water but not water.

　　 “Can I light it? Why not use Scotch oil.”

　　 “Scooge has to be burned with fire. If you mix this with other things, you will get it yourself.”

　　 next to Shabal explained in detail.

　　 “Black oil burns for a long time, Scourge oil burns fast, we have tried, Scourge oil is not reliable.”

　　 He spoke spittingly, and the nearby leaders were far away from him, even if the reason for the anti-water was very good-find a real boss to come to the vigorous WAAAGH. But no one hopes to stay by the side of a battle where he will be stabbed with knives at any time. Although Ok doesn’t have a concept of credibility, he can’t beat the other side when he is fighting.

　　Guk didn’t like him very much either. Shabal said very straightforwardly. He felt that the three guys dragged him down, making him unable to show his strength, but the reason was not so good.

　　 The capricious and ambitious guy, I can say that Guck is actually more willing to cut him.

　　 But now he is not the head of a tribe, he is a king, Diego has not taught him what tolerance is, but told him how to use it-no existence is meaningless, just look at how to think.

Guk moved his eyes away from the bowl and turned to the four wooden towers that stood in the distance. This place was indeed very poor, so poor that he couldn’t even build a camp to build these things. Farther away was a simple fortress, which used to be The core of Black Fire has now become his property.

　　 “How much can be dug in a day.”

　　 He pointed to the wooden towers, and the black oil was produced from there, squeezed from the ground to the ground by some wonderful design.

　　 “Three, four, five… 600 barrels? I don’t remember much.”

　　Shabar scratched his head. The number is something that most of Oak is not very good at remembering. Except that the mechanic boy is more sensitive to this aspect, basically two digits are the limit of Oak.

　　 “Add, add 20 more to me, and the material will be transported by one ear.”

Those burning boys left a deep impression on Gu Ke, especially for the exquisite “Fart Jing Pressure Supply System”. In fact, as long as they are slightly improved, the fragile skin sac is wrapped on the iron skin, and the pressure is increased. It can be used as an efficient killing weapon, especially against fragile human beings.

　　Gook can’t wait to smell the barbecue, shrimp barbecue… such a wonderful idea.

　　 “Head, I want to go to work.”

　　Shabal did not want to take on this task.

　　 “Reluctant?”

Gook squinted at him, and the meaning in it made him shake his shoulders, and other Ouke’s expressions of gloating and gloating, Grak had even held the axe in his hand, just waiting for Guck to be angry, just Immediately split the two or five guys.

　　 is not out of emotional aversion, but simply wants to cut something.

　　 “Then you do it.”

　　Unexpectedly by all Oak, Gook pointed his hand at Acon, who was shrinking behind the team. The guy was stunned and speechless, until a guy touched him before he stumbled.

　　 “Yes, yes, boss!”

　　 “That’s it.”

　　Gook turned to leave, and Shabal, who was hanging his head, was relieved. The boss was very powerful, because the pressure was too strong, and it felt like he was on the verge of life and death at any time.

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

　　 “There is no second time.”

　　Gook indifferently pulled a piece of cloth from the nearby guard, rubbed his left fist hard, and turned away.

　　 A few meters away, the blood-stained Shabal lay on the ground and groaned painfully, almost losing consciousness, and the snickers around him had not stopped, but no one had trouble him.

　　Under the scorching sun, invisible clouds are shrouding.

　　 stepped on the tamed head and came all the way behind the neck of the giant beast, and Gook 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 conquest.

　　 “I came, I saw, I conquered!”

　　 The rising fire must put in more fuel, and the flower of the ambition needs more blood to water, and he is already hungry and unbearable.

　　Now, the time has come!

　　 “Hello, Mr. Alalist.”

　　 The maids bent down respectfully, and a man in black raised his fingers in front of his lips, and then walked gently into the sunny courtyard.

In the center of the beautifully decorated flower gardens and fountains, there is a circular cloister. A ragged middle-aged man is singing old tunes. The calluseed hands gently stroke the semi-circular harp, and the vicissitudes of the face are carved. Full of traces of years.

　　 Beside him was a 13- to 14-year-old young girl, full of youthful vitality, a plump forehead with a tiara stringed with silver coins, and a tambourine with bells giving a light beat in her hands. They all have black hair and light brown skin.

Opposite them, two noble girls of royal descent were sitting. They all had exquisite faces and amber hair. They wore luxurious purple dresses. The elders were 13 to 14 years old like the girls on the opposite side. The young people seem to be only seven or eight years old.

　　 They snuggle up to each other and listen to the old folk melody…

　　 ancient epoch

　　 There is a royal girl

　　 Based on ancient stories

　　 She is the most beautiful princess

　　In the stone castle

　　 She sleeps alone every night

　　 The sound that even the dead can wake up

　　 couldn’t wake her up

　　 oh oh oh oh~~~~

　　 A stranger came to a distant country

　　 hope to join her

　　 her father said, no, get away

　　 One day she will marry a king

　　The stranger went back

　　 with thousands of troops

　　 The cry of battle can scare the guts

　　 but still can’t wake her

　　 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 mind belong to?

　　 The king knocked on her door

　　 Only you can end this war

　　 No one knows the end of this story

　　 Did she wake up?

　　 Will she still wake up?

　　…………

After a long silence, the two princesses applauded enthusiastically.

　　 “It’s much better than those sleepy musicals.”

　　 “Sister, can we listen to another one?”

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

　　 “Diago.”

　　 It was only then that the two angels noticed that the man was putting his pockets in his hands, leaning against the post and looking at them with a smile.

　　 “Diago!”

　　 The two princesses happily ran to him, like two baby birds welcoming their mothers.

　　 “Diago, can I still listen to one?”

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

　　 “Well, I’m afraid not, it’s time to go to etiquette class.”

　　 “Diago…”

　　The little princess showed an unacceptable expression of grievance, but the cruel secret guard seemed to be a gentle mother at this time, crouching down and stroking the other person’s head.

　　 “We said yes, go to class after listening, right?”

“Yes.”

　　 “Good boy.”

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

　　 “Anna, take Sophia.”

　　 “What about tomorrow’s hunting?”

　　Crystal sapphire is full of cunning light, Diago raised his hands helplessly.

　　 “Okay, wrap it with me.”

　　 “Thank you!”

　　Looking at them all laughing, the secret guard’s expression is very soft, and only with them can he temporarily forget the dark conspiracy, desire and cruelty, and he tried to keep these things away from them.

　　 “Mr. Alalist.”

　　 The man came cautiously to his brother with his daughter. He was a bard, and in this era he was close to the demise of the ancient profession.

　　 “Warren, hard work.”

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

　　 “No, Diego, I…”

　　The man didn’t accept the money. He hesitated and rubbed his hat, and whispered under the doubtful gaze:

“……I have a request.”

　　 “What is it?”

　　 “Janey.”

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

　　 “I want you to find a job for her in the palace.”

　　 The first instinct for the profession was for Diago to think of conspiracy and secret calculations. His suspicion glanced over his father and daughter like a razor, as if he wanted to shave off their flesh and blood, and see through the bones and internal organs.

　　 This scan, the father and daughter felt that they were stared at by dangerous beasts, and cold sweats could not stop going out.

　　 But soon, Diego’s expression loomed, and the invisible pressure disappeared.

　　 “Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

　　 “It doesn’t matter, I know, this is your duty.”

　　 “But why do you want to abandon the habits of your nation, I mean…”

　　 Men lowered their heads and touched the girl’s head, with a sad expression. Their ethnic group has always been unsettled, and they will not go to work or cultivate. Stray is their destiny.

“The **** of ancient poetry is long gone, and I am old too. In the future, there may be no way to continue to protect Jane~www.mtlnovel.com~ I don’t want her to continue to live the life of the Rolam, her future should be stable. .”

　　 Diego looked at this man, and his mind emerged as he was 20 years ago. At that time, he was so enthusiastic and energetic, a **** determined to travel around the world, and the final poetry sacrifice.

　　Time is really a terrible predator.

　　 “I see, I will arrange it.”

　　 could not say whether it was promised or sighed, but the old minstrel was very happy, and he showed a satisfied smile.

　　 “Janey.”

　　 He pushed the silent girl in front of Diego.

　　 “Thank you Mr. Alalist.”

　　 The girl didn’t speak. She shook her head and turned to walk to her father.

　　 “Don’t do that, 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. Alalist.”

　　 The choked voice came from under his drooping head, and the big teardrops fell to the marble floor and shattered.

“how about you?”

　　 Diego took the girl to his side and looked at the father who was sad.

　　 “There is news from the north, terrible things are happening, the lighthouse of the Underworld lights up again, I will go there, for Jane, for you.”

　　 “Underworld Lighthouse…… Why?”

　　 Diego’s eyebrows were closed, which was not good news. Although he didn’t feel bad about those people, he couldn’t like it.

　　 “I don’t know, but I have to go, maybe…”

　　 did not say the last words, but his behavior today has already told Diego what may happen.

　　 Both were silent.