Tyre! (I)

"Boss, let me have this fight?"

Just as Guk was about to deploy his forces and wipe out the humans below in one sweep, Grak suddenly came over.

He still had a human finger bone clenched between his teeth, using it as a toothpick. Since the battle began, the Goff warlord's skin had been growing redder and redder.

"You?"

Guk glanced at him, then turned to look down the passage again.

The advance force consisted mostly of bodyguards, with only a portion from the Goff Legion. The main force was still behind them.

"There are tens of thousands down there. How many boys do you have? Three or four thousand at most."

"Enough."

Grak spat out the finger bone, and the Ripper in his hand trembled slightly, as if yearning for a slaughter.

"Fine. You and your boys will lead the charge. Shabal, Namat, cover him."

"Yes!"

The three warlords immediately accepted their orders and led their respective boys straight toward the human troops on the road below.

Facing this sudden enemy, the troops retreating from Mount Mishil displayed remarkable discipline. After a brief moment of confusion, they swiftly began setting up defensive lines.

First, they linked all the vehicles nose to tail to form a temporary barrier. Then the engineers hurriedly laid out barbed wire, while the soldiers expertly dug trenches, attempting to establish a circular defensive perimeter.

But the Ork horde was simply too fast.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

A series of massive explosions erupted between the vehicles and the barbed wire. Everyone threw themselves to the ground, waiting to be torn apart, but the blasts did not come any closer.

Pressed against the rumbling earth, some soldiers cautiously peeked toward the explosions.

A towering warrior strode from the smoke-filled darkness. He stood over three meters tall, clad in bright red