Chapter 105 Dilemma

As if laughing, the strong orc used the axe in his hand to attack the sergeant continuously. Under such a fierce attack, the sergeant had to use the laser gun in his hand to stop the attack of the orc's axe.

I don't know whether I should thank the laser gun for its durability or be glad that the orc's weapon is not as sharp and deadly as imagined. This laser gun, which was temporarily used as a blocking weapon, successfully blocked several attacks of the axe.

But the cracks that kept appearing on the gun body told the sergeant that this gun would not last long.

"Damn it!" The sergeant was a little annoyed. If he hadn't been attacked by this orc kid and caught off guard, he wouldn't be so passive, but it was a pity that he was slow and slow. These powerful barbarians seemed to know no fatigue, and the axe that was swinging vigorously never stopped.

Ka La!

A different sound came, and the axe was completely embedded in the gun body of the laser gun. After silently apologizing to the laser gun and its sacred machine soul, the sergeant quickly let go of his hand, allowing this temporary melee weapon to be taken away by the orc's axe.

"Huh?" The orc was a little stunned when he saw the laser gun suddenly appearing on his axe. His first reaction was to get rid of the thing embedded in the axe blade.

The sergeant saw that the orc's movements finally stopped, then he took out the tactical dagger from his waist and quickly approached him.

He bent his body, one hand against the back of the dagger, and the other hand tightly grasped it, using all his strength from bottom to top. As his body unfolded, the dagger penetrated the orc's chin and extended from the skull.

But the orc whose brain was pierced was still alive, and he still maintained a standing posture. The sergeant put his foot against the orc's abdomen and kicked hard, and the dagger broke out from under the orc's face, and the blood, flesh and brain matter inside also flowed out with the vertical wound of the dagger.

The orc was kicked to the ground, but his hands were still shaking. These things could still maintain a certain combat capability after suffering enough injuries to kill an imperial soldier several times.

"What the hell!" The sergeant cursed, and did not rush to take care of the orc who was already on the verge of death. He went over his body to see the soldier's condition.

"Hey hey! Wake up! Boy! Can you still move?"

"Huff. Huff." The soldier who was knocked down on the wall of the trench spit out a mouthful of blood and replied with great effort, "Sir. I don't think I can stand up."

"It's okay, it's okay, you will survive, look at me! Look at me!" The sergeant held the soldier's tilted head with his hand, and asked him to open his eyes and look at himself. Once he fell asleep in this broken place, he really would never wake up again.

"Waaagh!" More orcs shouted, which made the sergeant's back sweat. From this sound, he could tell that these sounds were so close.

Looking back, they saw four or five orcs surrounding the two of them, weighing their bloody weapons in their hands and looking at them with dangerous eyes.

"Hey! There are only two shrimps, one of them looks like he can still fight! The other is a dying weakling, I think we have a place for dinner today."

The sergeant didn't understand what they were saying, but he knew that the orcs never said anything good, so he picked up the soldier's laser gun and pointed it at the position of the orcs.

"This shrimp still wants to fight! Okay, okay! I'll go first!"

An orc accepted the sergeant's invitation. He decided to chop this little shrimp to death and keep his head, hanging it on his waist as an ornament.

"Emperor! I tried my best." The sergeant held the gun tightly in his hand, ready for the last fight.

"Old dead eyes! It's old dead eyes!" The panicked voice of the orcs came, and then a group of orcs ran across the trench in the direction they came from, holding their heads.

Those were the old orcs who had been fighting in Hades Nest, and the orcs surrounding the sergeant were the new orcs who had just rushed over from the port of Helsrich.

"What are those bastards talking about? Old Dead Eyes?"

"I heard this story in the garbage mountain, it's weird, it's said that a 'stomach shock' is very fierce in fighting and has cool claws. I think it's all made up by stupid guys who can't fight."

Before he finished speaking, the orc who was still saying that the old dead eye was a lie had his head blown up, and then fell headfirst into the trench.

"What the hell is green mushrooms!" An orc covered his mouth with one hand and pointed in a direction with the other hand, his eyes mixed with fear, envy, and admiration.

I saw that about a few hundred meters away from them, a "stomach shock" with super cool and super obvious power claws was chasing a large group of orcs, and some orcs fell down suddenly from time to time.

"Old Dead Eyes is real?" The first muttering to himself was mixed with a little bit of disbelief.

"Old Dead Eyes is real." The second repetition was mixed with a feeling of recognizing reality.

"Old Dead Eyes is real!" The third shout represented the excitement of witnessing a tough guy!

The orcs from the port of Helsridge ignored the sergeant and the seriously injured shrimp who was dying. It was too meaningless to bully them. A Waaagh orc would grow up by fighting with those bigger and tougher guys. Have you ever seen a bastard who bullies farts every day become something useful?

Obviously not! Now we, the orcs who just had a fight with the small shrimp in the puddle, are going to see if this old dead eye is really as evil as in the story.

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"Waaagh!" The guy who seemed to be the orc leader rushed up, firing and roaring, attracting the attention of the old dead eye.

I only saw the old dead eye, who was wearing a coat and covered with orc blood, turned his head to him. The eyes covered by the brim of the hat were a shadow, and his eyes could not be seen, but he could complete the angry face from his angry expression.

"I remember, they said that whoever the old dead eye stared at would die."

The shadow under the brim of the hat in the orc's eyes became more and more terrifying and scary, so that his running speed slowed down a lot. He was a little hesitant, whether he should just rush up and have a good fight, or turn around and bully the shrimps.

But the old dead eye, Yarrick would not give him so much time to think.

"For the Emperor!" Yarrick's battle cry resounded throughout the battlefield. Even the sound of the chimeras of Ryder's Iron Fist class moving together was not as loud as this battle cry.

Yarrick rushed all the way from the other end of the line to this end. He didn't know how many green beasts he killed along the way. He could feel that his body was constantly bursting with new vitality when he served the Emperor.

Knowing no hunger or fatigue, wherever Yarrick went, the orcs collapsed and fled. Yarrick didn't even need to kill the leaders deliberately. Those orcs would hold their heads and shout: "Old Dead Eye is coming! Old Dead Eye is coming!"

Yarrick enjoyed all this, enjoying everything about killing his enemies for the Emperor. He felt that he was approaching the Emperor's sacred throne and fighting for it.

He used his power claw to smash the orcs who were rushing towards him and were a little stunned. He had long been accustomed to doing this. The orcs who did not run away would always stare at his power claws halfway through the rush, and some would run for their lives, while others would rush over hesitantly.

But Yarrick didn't care what these orcs thought of his power claws. He only cared about how many orcs he could kill and how many troops he could send into the city position.

An orc was slapped away by Yarrick's giant claws, and his bones were basically broken. Just as Yarrick walked over to take the life of this beast, the seriously injured orc in front of him closed his eyes and shouted: "Don't look at me! Don't look at me! I don't want to be stared to death by your eyes!"

"Stared to death by your eyes?" Yarrick cut off his head and squinted his eyes, "Old dead eyes?"

"Well. It seems that I have to trouble the sage again."

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