Chapter 653: The Eye of War (Part 2)

Suddenly, Quel'Sana seemed to find something, and walked to the area where daggers and daggers were displayed.
There are a number of ceremonial daggers, some of which originated in the human world. As a researcher, Quel'Sana eagerly wants to know how Grak collected other exhibits here, some of which can be traced back to before industrial civilization. Priceless treasures.
"You can ask him in person."
"Who!"
Quel'sana twisted sharply and grabbed a ceremonial dagger without hesitation, pointing to the shadow that had just opened.
"You have many questions to ask him, this is one of them, right?"
"Who is talking!"
Suddenly, the ceremonial dagger flew out of her palm, and Quel'Sana felt a painful impact, and then was suspended in the air, kicking her legs indiscriminately.
Someone picked her up, and the ceremonial dagger that was still waving was trembling into the wall at the moment. Quel'Sana struggled to unlock this force. Her neck was strangled and her head was unable to move.
Then she was caught and thrown to the ground, gasping while choking.
A huge figure squatted beside him, his arms resting on his knees.
"I don't care what you jump about."
He muttered.
"Hugh wants to point me at the tip of the knife."
"You are threatening me."
Quel'Sana spit out a bitter response.
"What are you looking for, are you?"
The other party pointed out another question instead of what was asked.
"What are you looking for, but it is not here."
"how do you know?"
"Your head is very noisy, jump."
"What's mine?"
"It is not here, the knife you are looking for is not here."
Quel'sana blinked her eyes, and she finally saw the look of the Oak. His head was as big as an edema, under a bird's nest-like dry hair, his skin color was almost ice-green .
His face was narrow and long, his outline was sharp, and his eyes were covered with soot, which seemed interesting, like a cunning and dangerous monster in mythology.
Crazy wizard, the most unstable part of the Ouk ethnic group.
Quel'Sana looked up at the neurotic boy silently and alertly. She could hear each other's words, but in fact his lips didn't move.
"You are such a bad breed."
The neuro boy still didn't speak.
"I looked down on me."
"Looking down? No—"
"You never want to cheat me, I know."
"I never said-"
Quelsana protested.
"I heard that you came here to study us and thought I was a crazy idiot after eating hallucinogenic mushrooms?"
Quel'Sana stood up and faced the nerve boy.
"What do you mean by showing me strength, is it just to scare me?"
"It's interesting, but I'm not so busy."
Quel'Sana stared at each other immediately.
"There is something in your head."
The nerve boy told her.
"You mean to say--"
"I don't understand, how about jumping? What about my jumping?? It rides a bucket? A bucket?"
As suddenly as when he came, the Oak ran away again, and seemed to be crying away like a child who had lost an important toy, and saw Quel'sana stunned.
Sure enough, these Oak casters are basically not normal, and the price of their powerful power is a bit too heavy.
"Hey! Bird!"
At this moment a familiar thick voice sounded, Quel'Sana turned her head and found out that Grak had already walked out of the room, maybe he was already there when the neurotic boy appeared, but the Hawk Lady was not aware of it.
With a simple hello, Grak walked toward the side hall, and Quel'Sana could only follow him.
This is the place where the Legion is trained. At this time, the noise is extremely noisy. The gun targets screamed in a high-speed operation. In the divided open area, the tall soldiers in leather armor carried out practical exercises with weapons in hand.
Grak, wrapped in leather, looks like a skinned ape monkey like other warriors. His red eyes with black pupils are shining brightly. He is obviously just practicing tomahawk skills, and he doesn’t have any at the moment. Put it back on the weapon rack, but walk straight with an axe
.
This battle axe is a double-edged weapon. The shiny metal axe blade is almost like silver plating. The handle will be more than one meter long. It is hand-made with a piece of animal bone.
The smooth bone handle has a light yellow color. Quel'Sana doesn't know what kind of beast this bone comes from, but she must see that its material is quite tough and unbreakable.
At least unbreakable in his hands.
"Bird, there is a task for you."
Suddenly, the warlord said.
"I obey the orders."
Quel'Sana nodded.
Graco glanced at the other party immediately.
"Do you know what the name of the shrimp that beat Shabal's waste last time?"
"Of course, he—"
Quel'Sana paused, changing her tone to a more neutral tone.
"His name is Yushkin, the current lieutenant general of the Benedict Empire. He was only a company commander three years ago. He was stationed in Aswan. The battle that defeated the Black Fire Legion made him famous. People called it The disaster of Ok, the destroyer of green skin, and some people think that he is just lucky, but in any case, he is indeed the only person who has defeated an Ok army in the front."
Grak grunted.
"Do you know where he is?"
"This--"
Quel'Sana shook her head~EbookFREE.me~ It is said that his troops were stationed in Hotham, but I don't know the real situation. I am not a military intelligence officer. "
"Shabar wanted to find him."
Grak said very seriously:
"If I can find him first and cut off his head, that guy's expression must be very cola, so this is your task, find a way to find where he is."
"But you also said before that Shabal longed for his revenge."
Grak grinned gruffly.
"He's a waste, always. He doesn't deserve to own that loot. If there is anything else in the shrimp that is worth cutting by myself, it should be him alone."
Grac led her through the training hall and into a spacious square room, only slightly smaller than the room where the leaders gathered.
The floor is paved with some kind of rough gray rock, and the hustle and bustle of the outside can still penetrate through the walls and ceiling. Six figures sit on stone benches of the same material.
As Grak and Quelsana entered the room, the figures immediately stood up to meet them.
"Eat and drink."
Grak said, pointing to a tray laid on gray stones, which contained some dry mushrooms, a jar of lukewarm wine, and a bowl with a lid.
Judging from the taste, the bowl contains fresh meat, and it has gradually deteriorated in a hot environment.
Quel'Sana looked at the six figures. Some of them were warriors, some were craftsmen, and there was actually a nervous boy who had just talked with himself for a while, but he seemed to have completely forgotten himself, only to fiddle with his tongue.
"They all say I don't understand anything—"
Grak turned to face Quelsana.
"Today, you know how we ‘planned’ the battle.