Five days flew by.

These days, the stones are very quiet, except for a few laps around the ruins, the rest of the time they sleep under the big stones at the entrance of the original camp.

It's not that he doesn't want to go further away to investigate, but the problem is that with his current body, even if he has been systematically evolved twice, he has only changed from a weak chicken to a rookie, and he is still a chicken.

"For now, I can rely on the system to farm with peace of mind, and those who fight and kill are not suitable for me." A certain unconscious greenskin thought it through.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, a dialog box suddenly popped up in front of him.

[Novice Quest (3/3): "Cleaning the Ruins" completed]

[Get Reward: 10 Waaagh!] The main quest is opened, and the "Boss Grass House" blueprint is opened.

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[All-out war system, the greenskin faction is officially opened, please establish a territory.] 】

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At the same time, the hoarse shouts of the old rotten teeth sounded in his ears.

"Boss, we've got it all done!"

The stone raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw a green, slightly tired old face, and behind him, a group of fart boys who were still alive and kicking.

"I've gotten there, how many times have I said it, call the head!"

He doesn't have a good face for old rotten teeth, even if he is the hardest worker these days.

"Yes, yes...... Stones! ”

"It's the !! leader"

The old goblin didn't care about the bad attitude of the new boss at all, and he nodded his head when he was scolded, his face full of enthusiasm.

In his opinion, the head of his family is the embodiment of Brother Mao in the mortal world, a shining beacon in the dark, what is a bad temper, no matter how hard and tired he is.

It is also thanks to this enthusiasm that he can persist in working at high intensity for several days in a row, don't see that he doesn't have to do things himself, but it is by no means easy.

It is precisely because Shishi, as the boss, doesn't care about anything, and either wanders around the ruins every day, or sleeps in a daze, so in addition to directing these little farts who can't even count to work, the old rotten tooth has to concentrate at all times to prevent them from taking the sheep by the way.

That's right, these brains only have a pea-sized little thing and this hobby, as long as they are not careful, they will hide the good things they find in their own tattered rotten crotch, and even worse, directly put the clothes they have just dug up on themselves, and there is an expression on their faces that they have not done anything, which is simply a naked insult to the IQ of the overseer!

"When it comes to stealing, we goblins are experts! These little brutes are just hatches! ”

Under the eyes of the old rotten teeth, which seemed to be muddy but were actually like candles, the farts had no chance, they dug three feet into the ground, and all the good things they found were piled up in the open space, waiting for the inspection of the stones.

There were also a few really good things among them, which he put away and put away closely, ready to hand over to the boss himself.

After reprimanding the old rotten fang, the stone did not immediately get up, but closed his eyes and operated the system in the dark void that only he could see.

Lose! Total War System? Build a territory? Plus the lord template that you got earlier? Lao Tzu is going to send it!

If he wants to survive in the world of Warhammer full of killing, it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch, but if he can really have a full-scale war system, he can safely and steadily farm and climb technology at home, and explode a wave of troops!

So the first thing he did was to quickly turn on the system and figure it out.

After a quarter of an hour, the stone reopened his eyes, leaped to his feet, crossed his waist with one hand, raised the other high, pointed forward with great spirit, and shouted loudly:

"Boys! I'll let you see and understand, get Brother Mao on top, Ogrimmar, get up! ”

With a childish roar, a miracle happened, in the direction of his little finger, in the middle of the clearing that had just been cleared, billowing smoke and dust rose out of thin air, and a strong wind blew, and when the dust cleared, a brand new building rose from the ground and stood in front of everyone's eyes.

It is a thatched hut in the typical tribal style, covering an area of about ten square meters, about two meters high, and the conical roof is covered with various animal skins stitched together, all of which are dyed deep red by unknown pigments, as if they have been soaked in blood, which is very eye-catching.

【Territory Naming Successful】

[Main quest "Bigger Territory" released]

[Gain the racial trait "Nest Fight"]

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["Boss Grass House" has been established]

[Description: Special Building, +20 Compliance, +10 Development]

[Only the most powerful beings can occupy this place, commanding the beasts]

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The old rotten tooth standing beside the stone was caught off guard, he stared at the grass hut that fell from the sky in amazement, first was silent for a few seconds, and then fell to his knees with a thud, repeatedly chanting the name of Brother Mao, with a trace of choking in his voice.

The other farts reacted, shouting "Waaagh!" as the only word they could say, "Waaagh!" He rushed up, shouting and dancing around the thatched hut.

Not to mention the stone himself, he was also excited, and he silently recited in his heart for the first time, calling out the newly appeared territory interface.

【Orgrimmar】

【Category:Green Camp】

【Lord: Stone: Broken Claw】

[Faction: Broken Claw Tribe]

[Green Skin: 18 (Goblin x1, Fart x17)]

[Submissive: 20]

[Development: 12]

[Resources: 100 teeth, 10 wood]

【Built: Boss Grass House】

[Can build: tents, mushroom fields, ravines, lumber yards, idol stones]

[Recruitable: Fart Spirit]

[Evaluation: A small tribe like mosquito legs, located in the chaotic border prince's territory, will disappear if you are not careful.] 】

That's right, it's Orgrimmar, don't ask him why he gave his territory such a name.

As I said before, although he was a gangster in his previous life, he is different from other bewitching sluts who like to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, his only hobby is playing games, and he is very involved in playing, especially like to delve into various backgrounds and settings in it.

As a former veteran player of Yamaguchi, he also reflected on whether he had crossed over to become a green skin, in addition to an unspeakable reason, whether it was also related to the orc high play of the World of Warcraft.

Of course, this is just his idle and boring complaint, and anyone who knows a little bit about these two IPs knows that the orcs in the two worlds of Warhammer and Warcraft are still very different in terms of settings.

Warhammer appeared as a tabletop game much earlier than Warcraft, and there are rumors that it was precisely because of the lack of access to the copyright of the Warhammer video game adaptation that Glass Slag started from scratch and made Warcraft and StarCraft, creating a history of its own.

Its predecessor, Warhammer, waited until War & Dawn and later the Total War series to enter the mainstream video gamers' radar. (Amway: Warhammer DLC Wars)

It is not uncommon for players like Stone to like Warhammer and Warcraft at the same time, he himself was brought into the Warhammer pit by his comrades in World of Warcraft, and for many ordinary players, these two IPs are magnificent fantasy epic worlds, each with its own charm.

Therefore, when the system asked him to name the territory, Stone's first reaction was that in the previous World of Warcraft, the main city of tribal orc players, known as Orgrimmar, who would never fall.

It's good to listen to and remember, but it's still a good sign.

With the understanding of the function of the system just now, the confidence in his chest is getting more and more, and he is no longer satisfied with the previous idea of just living, Lao Tzu is a traverser with his own halo golden finger, since he has come to the chaotic Warhammer world, why not make contributions and do a great career!

The name Orgrimmar is both a reminder of his ambition and a spur, and although it is only a small greenskin camp at the moment, Stone believes that in the future, under his hands, it will become the most powerful and fortified city in the Warhammer world, and live up to its prestige on another plane!

Thinking of this, he didn't want to delay for a moment, called the little farts who were still immersed in excitement back, and took the initiative to walk to the old rotten tooth, looked at his green face with old tears, and said with a rare life:

"Lost! Hurry up, this time it's a good job, I won't bother with you about the previous things, this is a miracle given by the second brother Mao, they told me, in the future, this place will be called "Orgrimmar", while it's not dark yet, you quickly take the boys to move the dug things to the grass hut, and then have a good night's rest, I still have arrangements tomorrow. ”

When the old rotten tooth heard that the leader could directly receive the oracle of Brother Mao, his two red eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded again and again, and kept muttering the words "Orgrimmar" in his mouth.

Then the stone didn't care whether the fart who came around could understand it or not, and continued:

"See! Follow me in the future, and you will also be blessed by Brother Mao! Wait a minute, all the boys can pick a guy to fight! You are the same old rotten teeth, hurry up and throw away your broken stick, I look annoyed! ”

The little ones seemed to understand the meaning of the stone, and erupted into a louder waaagh than before!

These little farts used to do rough work in the tribe such as growing mushrooms and picking poop, and if they were to go to war one day, they would definitely get some branches and rocks or something, not even cannon fodder.

But even so, the brave and ruthless genes in their bones have never changed, and having a real weapon is something they never dreamed of.

The stone himself is also a fart spirit, and he naturally has a deep understanding of this, anyway, no matter how good the weapon is, it will die, and someone will use it after all, although the combat effectiveness of these fart slaves is basically zero, but at the moment they can only rely on them, besides, with the guy who takes advantage of it, it is good to continue to work for themselves.

The morale-filled fart spirits immediately took action, and after they had hope, their movements were obviously much sharper, and the stone was relieved to be the shopkeeper, walked into the grass house, and continued to study the system.