Fangs Growler felt that the part of its body that belonged to the Blood God was becoming more and more difficult to control, and it knew that the Blood God had little time left for it.

The Great Skull Lord has never been a patient being, but there aren't as many of his people as expected, as if something was holding it back from gathering its greenskins in the shadows.

As soon as the Growler thought of this, he felt a pair of eyes peering at him in the shadows, and its fury swept over like a wave, and even its eyes turned red.

The greenskins around them were still bustling, and they all dispersed with a bang, far away from their new bosses, and they were still waiting for a big bastard to reclaim their territory.

They also want to be bigger, smellier bosses in the endless aaagh, and the greenskins don't want to be pointlessly smashed into meat sauce by their new bosses.

So, when they found out that their new boss was showing signs of anger, they quickly moved away.

The Fanged Growler creaked his teeth, but he didn't make his already inadequate men fewer.

Can't wait any longer, the growler thought, the blood god getting tired of waiting.

And it itself is already impatient, looking forward to reaping death and pain, wailing enemies and stumps all over the ground, letting rivers of blood flow and entrails all over the ground.

Instead of enduring the body odor of their own people every day, as they are now, and their brain-dead conversations.

"I think it needs to find an idea brother to look at its brain, I always feel that the new boss is not enough aaagh!" A green skin scratched his scalp, and his dandruff fell into the cooking cauldron like snow.

"Idiot, I saw that the pip brother was blown up by that broken pipe!" Another greenpied laughed and taunted his companion: "Brother Idea's jaw has been blown up, like a mouthless ass!" ”

"I think the pipe that the idea brother made is quite aaagh!" A newly-arrived greenskin squeezed into the circle, imitating the sound of a powder gun exploding, shouting, "Boom! aaagh is very!! ”

"I saw that the dot brother got up again and ran away with its broken pipe!" The first Greenskin to speak refutes the second Greenskin's claim.

"Brother Idea has blown up!" The greenskin was very upset with his companion and retorted: "I am not mistaken! ”

"I just said that Brother Idea is not dead!" The first green-skinned aaagh scuffled with his companions, and the cauldron that had just been boiled was knocked to the ground in the battle between the two men.

In the steam, the newly inserted green skin touched his chin: "I'm thinking, that thing is still very aaagh, I want one too." ”

In less than a minute, Alex watched as the entire Greenskins camp was in a mess, and the Greenskins were fighting each other in a lively manner to the roar of the growlers.

"Maybe, if I just look at them, they'll wipe themselves out?" Alex looked at the crowded camp with a question mark on his face, and felt that it was a miracle that these green skins could actually occupy a place in the Black Forest, and the human forces that were fighting were retreating one after another.

It's a pity that the greenskins were together for a while, and after four or five unlucky guys died, the farce ended.

Alex looked at the special greenskins that roared incessantly, pulled away the greenskins who refused to stop one by one, and hacked to death a few guys who wanted to take the opportunity to compete for the position of boss.

He felt like he was looking at the only sensible class leader in the kindergarten, and the bear child who was educating hundreds of people was faintly sympathetic to this green-skinned outlier.

Filled with a heartfelt blessing, Alex quietly left his carefully chosen hideout and cautiously crawled backwards out of the makeshift camp, intending to say hello to his new neighbor.

The players, who had been divided into three ways, gathered together again, and except for the dozen or so greenskins that Mancini had just encountered, the others found nothing.

It seems that with the exception of this morning's wave of warriors, all the greenskins have completely abandoned their original territory and fled to the depths of the Black Forest.

Even if the Demon Hunter turns on the [Wolf Spirit Vision], he can only find some sporadic traces of green skin, and after tracking, he will often find a dead corpse in a trap.

A total of twelve traps have been discovered, and nine of them have been rewarded, and this mysterious hunter lurking in the shadows is terrifyingly efficient.

A simple rope trap has repeatedly tricked the greenskins, and many pits made of improvised sharpened wooden thorns have also welcomed their own guests.

"Isn't the way we deal with the greenskins a little too positive?" After burning the greenskinned corpse in the trap again, Carpenter asked.

After a morning of running around with the carcass of a wild boar, the material scholar began to miss the opportunity he had lost to become a mage.

"There was once an opportunity to become a high spellcaster, but I didn't cherish it." These are the most things Angus Carpenter says every day after going through the Warband mission.

The female warrior didn't care about the smell of the burned green-skinned corpse, and poured a large sip of alcohol that was supposed to be used as an accelerant: "I've wanted to try this for a long time!" That's amazing! I'm telling you, it's not the same as digging a pit and waiting for your enemy to fall to their death. ”

Carpenter didn't want to argue with the fierce woman who drank like water every day, and he shrugged his shoulders, feeling that he still had an intellectual advantage at the very least, and that there was no need to show himself to be more manly than her in other ways.

The Demon Hunter watched the green-skinned corpse gradually turn to ashes and nodded, "You're right, this is very instructive, maybe the gentleman who made the trap can teach us his experience himself." ”

"Ma'am, these traps are not as simple as waiting for your enemies to fall into them themselves." As the Demon Hunter spoke, a voice suddenly interjected from above everyone's heads: "First of all, you need to know your surroundings to determine where these stupid guys will pass by, and secondly, you need to know what kind of traps are more suitable to use there. ”

"Alex Yeyer, survivalist, master trap." Lying on the trunk of the tree, Alix, who perfectly hid himself with his gilly suit, shook the fallen leaves on his body and jumped down from the tree: "Of course, I'm a ranger now, how did you find me?" ”

"Don't mind, I'm a perfectionist, I'm sure my disguise is flawless, why would you find me there?" Alex asked the Demon Hunter with a puzzled expression.

"I have thermal vision." Xu Yichen replied calmly.