Orcs are never slaves?

Unbeknownst to Luthor of the strange man's words, he looked at the dying crocodile with a strange expression, and the blood hole around the crocodile sneered and sneered with black-red blood, soaking the dusty stone floor into a huge pool of dark red flowers.

The crocodile's mouth opened and closed, and a low beast language like a hanging thread came out of the crocodile Tariq's throat, which made Luthor a little admired, already with this dignity, and still thinking that the orcs would never be slaves? It seems that the Alliance Knights didn't hurt you!

The weirdo ignored the pleading crocodile and didn't pay attention to Luther's expression.

Calmly raised the saw chain gun, pulled the saw chain, and the rusty saw blade rotated rapidly, forming a bronze-colored trajectory in the transmitted sunlight.

Snort!

Yes!

Snort!

The saw blade is blunt! The perennial uncared for saw blade squeaks when it turns.

The weirdo moves very slowly, and enjoys the painful expression of the crocodile under the sawtooth cut.

Luthor turned around, not wanting to look at the restrictive scene in front of him, but the scene of blood gushing always lingered in his mind, and the blood red in the strange man's eyes was like a cold crescent moon, cold and cruel.

As more blood gushed, the light in the crocodile Tariq's vertical eyes gradually faded, the rusty sawtooth slowly stopped, and Luthor could catch a glimpse of the minced flesh and white bone foam on the jagged sawtooth through the dusty light, and shivered all over, and said.

"Uncle, it's time to go!"

The strange man put down the chain gun, looked at the pile of minced meat in front of him, slightly stunned, rubbed his red eyes and opened his mouth tiredly.

"I know you don't like this, actually... In fact... I don't want to do that either, but every time I see blood gushing, it causes my heart to throb! ”

After thinking about it, he immediately pointed to his ruddy eye sockets and blood-red eyes.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

Luthor didn't know how to answer, after all, a battle that could be solved with one sword, the weirdo had to go against common sense, and the madness in his eyes during the torture and killing would be terrifying to anyone who saw it, and Luthor was no exception, but it was inconvenient to speak, so he could only bend his body silently and drag the corpse like a sewer deep down.

The strange man was left alone in the middle of a pool of blood, silent, and the blood-red under his eyes dissipated in a long sigh.

"I don't want to do this either, but what can I do, the side effects of the genetic medicine of the orcs, the bloodier the more it can stimulate the ferocity, the more violent it will be, if it weren't for my efforts to suppress it, how could I survive here!"

"The genetic medicine of the orcs, how can the humans who use it feel good!"

"Brothers, when I destroy the border, I'll go down to see you!"

The strange man's low self-muttering Luthor didn't hear it, and even if he did, Luthor didn't know how to persuade a strange man who was determined to die, and he couldn't understand the loneliness in the weirdo's heart without experiencing the war twenty years ago.

Throwing the body into the rushing water of the sewers, the two climbed back to the mouth of the evacuation passage, and Luthor grabbed the strange man who was entering the door, looked at him carefully, and asked in a low voice when he saw that the other's eyes were clear again.

"Uncle, let's just swagger in, there won't be a problem, right?"

The strange man shook the transparent triangular prism key in his hand and said with a smile, "This is the mecha key of the leader of the orc patrol squadron, and it is also the identity credential of the other party. ”

With that in mind, Luthor stopped asking questions and followed the strange man into the evacuation tunnel.

Half of the orc arsenal is surrounded by evacuation passages, which are rarely used in normal times, and are only temporarily used as entrances and exits to various storage points in case of emergency.

Luthor followed the strange man, and the two of them passed through several iron gates, which included house numbers written in the language of beasts, as well as brief tips and warning signs for storing items.

The strange man could understand the orc language, but he couldn't read the font of the beast language, and Luthor was even more blind, looking at the rows of ghost talismans on the door, but he didn't dare to rashly push open a certain door, so he could only wait for the strange man to stop.

The strange man did not explain to Luther, and muttered the numbers in his mouth, counting the number of iron gates that passed.

11

12

13！

"This is it!"

The strange man paused, pulling Luther by the arm and pointing at the iron door.

"Here?"

"Where is this?"

"This is the mech storage room!"

The weirdo's tone didn't seem like a joke, but Luthor looked at the strange symbol on the door in a daze, this is the orc's mecha storage room?

The weirdo once said that he didn't know the beast language, but how did he know that the mechs were stored inside?

Looking at the strange man with a questioning face, the strange man smiled, cracked his mouth, and counted his fingers from each iron gate that passed.

"I don't know the beast language, but it doesn't mean that I haven't been here, come in through the evacuation passage, and the thirteenth door is the orc's mecha storage room, I know that!"

Luthor's eyes lit up, well, I've been here before, no wonder I know everything about the environment.

No longer hesitate, push the door in.

Creak!

The cumbersome iron door opened, and there was a rusty metal console, and there were no rows of mecha lined up as expected, and I was wondering if I had entered the wrong door, but I saw the strange man skillfully open the curtain behind the console, and a new iron door appeared.

Similar in size to the iron door at the door of the evacuation passage, but completely new, with a circular bulge in the center of the door, which happens to have a triangular groove.

Needless to say, this is definitely a door that can only be opened with the Orc's Key.

Under Luther's gaze.

The strange man stuck the key on the door and twisted it one hundred and eighty degrees clockwise, and the two sides of the iron door suddenly lit up, and the beast whispered from all directions.

"Mecha YL-700 operator, Squadron Leader Tariq, welcome in!"

Startled by the voice, Luthor alertly pulled out his sword heart and looked around.

The weirdo smiled, pressed Luthor's raised arm down, and said.

"People are welcoming us, why are you making such a big move!"

Welcome?

Luthor put Kenshin back on his waist, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands to look at the strange man innocently.

"Uncle, I don't understand orc language!"

The devil knows it's a welcome, and thinks it's an alarm!

Luthor slandered in his heart, he entered the orc base, he was like illiterate, no, the illiterate are better than himself, the illiterate will speak and listen, he is a black eye, and he doesn't know if he is sold!

The strange man put his hand on Luther's shoulder and smiled at the sight of his innocent appearance.

"Go back and teach you, learn more and listen more! Catch two to practice speaking another day! ”

"Well, find someone who can speak human language, and practice calligraphy again!"

After a few jokes, the two of them came to the mecha storage room.

Lift the curtain that blocks the doorpost.

Call!

A burst of cold air hit, and a layer of frost instantly formed on the thin combat camouflage.

Looking around, there were less than four mechs in the room, which was completely different from the neatly arranged mecha troops in the imagination.

The four mechs, one large and three small, stand and are fixed on a circular metal table.

Multiple steaming pipes are inserted from various locations of the mech.

Luther clasped his hands and sighed in his palms, white mist blowing through his palms, but there was no warmth in the slightest.

As a preliminary estimate, the temperature in the room must be below minus twenty.

I don't know why the orcs refrigerated the mecha!

The strange man seemed ready to wait for Luthor's questioning, and before he could open his mouth, he pulled him to the foot of the largest mech in the room.

The cold breath came from the mecha, and the strange man pressed his rough palm against the metal foot of the mecha and said slightly mysteriously.

"Under normal circumstances, the orc's mecha is given priority to the use of the orc's core four major corps, only the eliminated armor is transformed into a patrol mecha before it is distributed to various borders, and the Yunluo border is naturally not taken seriously as the outermost part of the orcs, so the mecha that can be updated is very rare, and the border orcs store the mecha in the cold storage in order to prolong the use of the mecha and keep the fixed proton fuel in the mecha for a longer time!"

"Like this one!"

"This big one is YL-700, the most advanced patrol mecha on the Yunluo border so far, although it is the garbage eliminated by the four major legions more than ten years ago, it is much more powerful than the YL-400 that you have fought against before that one size smaller."

"The old goods more than ten years ago, after changing the skin, it is said to be new, if it is not properly preserved, it will not be used outside for two years, and it will become a broken copper and iron!"

Luthor didn't know the secrets of the orcs that the strangers knew, and he didn't talk much, waiting for the strangers to explain.

The weirdo fingers lightly tapped on the metal feet of YL-700, and the crisp metal echoes echoed in the empty room!

"You've seen the YL-400 before, equipped with a twin particle cannon, a shoulder-mounted bee cannon, and no other weapons, and this YL-700, in addition to the arm double particle cannon, carries a derivative ray weapon on the shoulder, has a miniature proton concussion missile on the chest, and a giant chain saw chain weapon that can be carried on the back!"

"Don't look at it as a patrol mech now, but it's enough to sustain a small fight, and it won't be a problem to rescue your teammates and grab the opponent's patrol ship!"

"Can we drive it?"

Luthor raised his eyebrows, a little unsettled, the strange man said that the key is needed to control the orc mecha, and he was lucky enough to be able to control the mecha before, completely because the original mecha controller died, and he did not pull out the key.

At this moment, the strange man has a secret key in his hand, could it be that the giant in front of him belongs to him?

The weirdo smiled and raised the transparent triangular prism in his hand.

"The key we just seized is from this YL-700, of course we can control it?"

"Want to learn?"

Luthor nodded hurriedly, piloting a mecha is every man's dream, how could he not want to "get on" it!

Moreover, the little giant in front of him, which is seven meters tall, has a stronger visual impact than the YL-400, which is less than five meters next door.

YL-400 Luthor has been controlled, rotating metal ball control platform, a horse that is difficult to control, and also as a patrol mecha, it can be equipped with two weapons, and it looks weak in the face of bare-handed humans.

Looking at the YL-700 again, not to mention the huge height of nearly eight meters, not to mention the two weapons carried, just the wide saw blade like an iron tower behind it pierced Luthor's eyes for a while.

I kept shouting in my heart!

On it!

On it!

The strange man smiled silently when he saw the indulgence in Luther's eyes, as a companion with Luther, of course he understood the shock that the tall mecha brought to the little brother, and he didn't talk nonsense, turned around and turned off the air conditioner on the wall, and pulled Luthor and walked towards the boarding platform.

It is said that it is the boarding desk, but in fact it is just a series of horizontal iron bars on the wall, which is easy to step on.

Pulling Luthor to the heights, the strange man pushed open the cockpit door, and Luthor saw all the arrangements in the cockpit of the YL-700 at a glance.

Instantly enveloped by a huge surprise!