Three days have passed since the brutal war, and the greenskin camp of "Orgrimmar" has returned to its pre-war liveliness, and green figures can be seen running around everywhere.

In just a few days, these energetic little farts have forgotten the pain caused by the war, no, it should be said that the war has brought them only endless joy, especially after finding that they and the tribe are intact, they are even more excited to sleep for days and nights, and some even secretly get up in the middle of the night to beat those captives of the Red Fang tribe, looking unforgiving.

The time and place are favorable, and after a vicious battle with a huge disparity, the camp has not been ravaged by the war at all, and it is safe and sound, but it has undergone a lot of changes in these surviving fart boys.

After a bloody battle, they all had a more murderous aura on their bodies, and their bodies were obviously taller than before, just like a four or five-year-old bear child who had developed a lot overnight.

After receiving the urgent order conveyed by the big bear, the old rotten tooth who had just rested to catch his breath did not dare to slack off, and soon gathered all the little cabbage heads.

Because they were all in the camp after the war, it didn't take much effort.

Although peace has been restored around Orgrimmar, there are still many escaped "Red Fang Tribe" fart spirits nearby, so for safety reasons, the fart spirits who used to live in the lumberyard have not returned to work, but continue to stay in the camp.

Moreover, due to the loss of some of the fart spirits, the camp is now short of manpower, and if they leave, they will not even be able to gather the guards of the prisoners, so they have to put the lumberyard aside for the time being to ensure that the camp is fully staffed.

As usual, the children who had received the shaman's orders gathered in the central square, chattering and chattering, apparently still showing off their heroic exploits a few days earlier.

Among them, the loudest ones were the team of fart, they were all on their toes, and from time to time they took out the small slingshot on their waists and came out to take aim, causing a burst of envious exclamations around.

When the figure of the stone was seen walking out of the hut intact, the sky above the camp suddenly erupted in a burst of cheers and roars, and all the green-skinned boys expressed their admiration and respect for the leader in their hearts.

In their hearts, the boss is simply the most Waaagh! Boss!

The stone was also very happy to see these little ones, especially when he heard their angry roars, which showed that after a few days of rest, the injuries on these boys' bodies were no longer serious, well, they could continue to work.

Passing through the frenzied crowd and kicking a few small cabbage heads rushing up, he came to the "Idol Stone" on the north side of the square, hummed and climbed to the top of the stone statue, and looked into the distance.

He wants to take a good look at this place that he has built with his own hands and feet, this place that he has to protect with his life.

As far as the eye can see, from far to near, there are rough but solid earthen walls, farmland overgrown with colorful mushrooms, scattered simple but friendly animal skin tents.

Back in the square, the feet were densely packed with little green guys, all of whom looked at themselves with admiration.

In their minds, the stone is just like the brother under his feet, a god-like existence.

However, among these green-skinned boys, nearly half of the fart spirits were squatting on the ground, looking around in confusion.

In the midst of them, you can see eight or nine goblins tied up with flowers, all of them with dejected faces.

These are naturally the prisoners of war of the Red Fang tribe.

Becoming a king or defeating a king, according to the rules of the green skin, they were defeated and captured, and they became slaves of the other tribe, and whether they died or lived depended on the words of the tribe boss.

They still haven't figured out how their troops are so powerful, how can they be defeated in such a strange tribe composed of all fart spirits, and if they want to say it, they are afraid that they will be laughed off by their own green skins.

Of course, they don't have that opportunity now.

Die? Is it still possible...... Live?

Anyway, they themselves don't think anything good will end, no warlord will show mercy to those who invade their tribe, and Greenskin has never been a big-hearted creature.

It seems that today is the day of death, there is nothing to say, if you lose the fight, you have to go to see the second brother Mao and fight with them!

For most of the simple-minded greenskins, death is not a particularly terrible thing, especially these goblins, who have been tied to a stake and dried for three days and three nights, and one by one they have already collapsed, but they hope that the other party will give them a good time.

While they were thinking, the green skin on the stone statue spoke.

There is no doubt that this greenskin is the boss of the entire tribe, and no one else dares to stand in this position.

"Boys! We won! The car overturned those orcs! The car overturned those goblins! Also, those ass boys, we were caught, and we won! ”

Stone raised his long-handled axe with both hands and shouted downward.

The original machete has been replaced by a bigger and more powerful axe, and as the boss, he should use the most powerful and imposing weapon.

The double-edged axe used by the orc big guy Sean became a long-handled giant axe in the stone's hand, and if it weren't for his recent hard training, he wouldn't even be able to lift it.

Anyway, Greenskin just likes big guys, and he doesn't care so much, he lifts the giant axe with both hands, and the momentum is really extraordinary.

In response to him were hundreds of arms raised in the air, which were naturally covered with a variety of green-skinned weapons.

Of course, at this time, how could there be less than the unique battle cry of the green skins, almost at the same time as the stone voice fell, all the green skins burst out at the maximum volume.

“Waaaagh！！” “Waaaaagh！”

Wait for everyone Waaaagh! After a long time, the stone continued to speak:

"Do you know why we were able to overthrow them? Because we have the protection of Brother Mao! Brother Mao is watching us!! ”

He pointed to the stone statue of Brother Gang beneath him.

"Just now, Brother Cheng told me personally, saying that he likes me very much, and wants to give me a big thing, I said, not only do I want good things, but I also want my boys, boys, do you say it's good!"

As soon as the stone said this, except for the stupid fart boys who continued to cheer, several goblins all showed surprised looks, whether it was the old rotten teeth, red hair and red legs of the Broken Claw Tribe, or the red fangs and ground spirits that were tied up, all of them were full of confusion and puzzlement.

I've never heard of a green-skinned guy who can negotiate conditions with the second brother Mao, and this green-skinned is too big.

No matter how much they don't believe it in their hearts, facts can always silence these frogs at the bottom of the well, and it can only be said that insight limits their imagination.

Just as the stone put down the wild words, a familiar green light began to flicker on his body again.

A few greenskins who had been all the way from the beginning, like Old Rotten Tooth and Big Bear, saw it, and immediately bowed down in front of the stone statue, with serious faces, because they knew that this was the power of the boss who was going to accept the second brother Mao again, and he became bigger.

Like a chain reaction, seeing the goblin shaman and the two goblins kneeling, the other fart boys did the same, all lying on the ground, not daring to be presumptuous.

In the eyes of everyone, countless green lights appeared out of thin air, like living molluscs, spiraling from the foot of the stone, and enveloping his whole body in just a few seconds.

After a few more seconds, the green light began to fade away, and unsurprisingly, the stone that reappeared in everyone's eyes was much taller and stronger than before, but this time it seemed to be a little different.

“Waaagh！ ... Boss, become a shaman! No, it's ...... Become a goblin! ”

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