The battlefield that had just ceased a little bit erupted in roars again.

Skip was the first to act, ignoring the threat behind him, and charging the goblins straight at Old Rotten Fang and Stone, believing his troops could kill the two greenskins before the shit mongrels arrived.

As for the stone, he did not retreat because of the absolute disadvantage in numbers, but took the lead and rushed towards the goblins dozens of times his number alone.

Although the morale of the goblin spearmen in the game is low, the armor is weak, and they only exist as cannon fodder, and the goblin in front of him does not even have half a team, which shows its combat effectiveness, but for him now, it is a very powerful force.

A fart spirit dares to launch a counter-charge against more than two dozen goblins!

Stone's death-defying action immediately aroused the fighting nature of the "Broken Claw Tribe" boys, and without the urging of red hair and red legs, the little ones all increased their horsepower, and under the influence of the "Fight to the Death" effect, they swarmed towards the backs of the opposing goblins, ignoring that they were a group of elite troops much stronger than themselves.

What about old rotten teeth? He didn't charge with the stone, because his task was more important, and that was to use the magic he was best at to give the leader the greatest support.

Looking at his expression, he knew that he was also frightened by his leader's brave death, but he was already prepared, taking advantage of the gap between the two of them to talk, he quietly prepared a new magic, and at this time, as soon as the battle started, he released it in time.

The old goblin raised the Shiyue Staff in his hand, and dozens of yellow-green points of light rose from the green skin of the "Broken Claw Tribe" behind him. The small ball of energy quickly gathered towards him, forming a small vortex on the crescent stone piece at the tip of the staff, spinning slowly.

"my brother and cut him!"

He shouted out this little Waaagh! After the name of the magic, he immediately swung his staff at the oncoming greenskin, who had no time to react, let alone dodge.

As the yellow-green vortex of energy dissipated into the air, both Skip and the Goblin Spearman felt their bodies sink, and they found their legs as if they were stuck in a swamp, each step extremely slow, and the already menacing charge became limp and weak.

"it! How can it be! How can you still cast magic! ”

Realizing that he had been hit by the old rotten tooth's spell again, Skipp shouted in surprise.

The reason why he dared to charge like this was that he calculated that the old guy should be like himself, and he could only release a spell once in a short time, so he was defenseless at all.

Although I don't know when the old goblin became a shaman, Skipp can be sure that when he first wandered to the tribe, he was not a shaman, so it would take less than half a year to count the full fight, and the level should be about the same as himself.

But the facts in front of him gave him a resounding slap in the face, and the old rotten tooth could not only continue to cast spells, but also use another spell that was completely different from just now.

The stone, who had already rushed to him, heard his angry roar and laughed loudly:

"Who do you think the old rotten tooth is? Can it be like you? He used to be the great shaman under the purring tent of the "Misty Mountain Potbelly King"! ”

Don't look at the stone with disdain now, when the old rotten tooth told him that he could cast another magic before leaving the city, he reacted exactly like Skipp.

Of course, if Skip had known that the old guy had only awakened to become a shaman today, he would have reacted ten times more than he does now.

Because after he just woke up, the great shaman of the "Red Fang Tribe" said that a rookie like him is very good for Waaagh! The energy is still very unfamiliar, so you can only choose a kind of magic to learn first, and even if you learn it, every time you put a spell in the future, you will have to rest for a day or two before you can continue to cast spells.

Only as the number of spells released increases, the Waaagh! The understanding of energy gradually deepens, and then you can start to slowly learn new magic, a process that takes more than ten years or more.

When he can skillfully control the Waaagh in all the green skins of himself and the entire tribe! energy, can be regarded as a real green shaman, and at that time, there are no limits, as long as the boys are enough to Waaagh! With enough energy generated, he had no problem putting as many spells as he wanted.

Now that three months have passed, Skipp has just mastered his first spell, and he can only mobilize the Waaagh in his body! Energy, this is already a rapid progress, but just now, if he is not mistaken, the old bastard on the other side can already control the Waaagh in the other green skins of the tribe! Finish? And also used two completely different spells in a row?

the hair! Isn't he afraid that his energy will get out of control and his head will bloom!

This makes Skip, who prides himself on being favored by the second brother of Mao, not angry!

But the old rotten tooth is not having a good time now, this spell is also a great load on him, after using it up, he can't even hold the staff, he is directly paralyzed to the ground like a muddy beach, he can't even move a finger, and any fart boy can easily solve him.

When he heard the leader shout out his previous identity, he still squeezed out a smile, gasped, and shouted at the back of the stone:

"No, sir, I'm just the old rotten teeth of the Broken Claw Tribe."

Without looking back, the stone raised his two machetes high and responded with a loud battle cry.

"Fans... Fog... Mountain...? Mutter... Lu...? ”

On the other side, the extremely depressed Skip reacted at this time, muttering the name of all the green skins, and the suspicion in his eyes was even stronger, because he couldn't connect the old guy on the ground in front of him with the legendary goblin warlord no matter what.

Unfortunately, Stone didn't have time to answer his question, and the green-skinned boy who was not afraid of death was already in a battle with the goblin spearmen who were at the forefront.

Although the green quality dagger was reserved for Moria, the stone actually preferred the machete in his current hand, because it reminded him of the watermelon knife that he used to fight the invincible opponents on the streets in his previous life.

In the face of these goblin veterans holding spears, he was not afraid at all, taking advantage of the opponent's movement speed being weakened by the magic of the old rotten fang, he jumped directly into the goblin group with a strong step, and used the advantage of the dexterity of the weapon in his hand to kill.

The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, at such a close distance, the goblin's spear can't be used, plus they are all like carrying dozens of pounds of heavy objects, so sluggish that they can't do it, in just a few rounds, two goblins were cut to the ground and couldn't get up again.

The eyes of the old goblin lying on the ground lit up.

I didn't expect the boss to become so capable of fighting!

To say that the stone was not in vain during this time, in addition to dealing with the affairs of the territory every day, he spent all the rest of his time exercising his body.

Running 10,000 meters with weights, 200 special stone dumbbell presses, 200 lying presses, and 1,000 push-ups, these training items he learned from retired special forces in his previous life He had to complete them every day without pulling.

Thanks to the green-skinned physique, he doesn't have to worry about getting injured in training at all, just practice to the death, no matter how hard he practiced the day before, he can sleep and get up without anything.

After day after day of high-intensity training, under the body that does not look particularly strong in stone, there is a well-proportioned tendon flesh, super physical strength and unparalleled willpower!

The sweat that usually flowed was exchanged for the blood of the opponent's enemies today, and one after another goblins fell under the twin knives of the stone, although he also added several deep wounds to his body, but at least he still had the strength to fight.

After a few minutes, Skipp's goblin guard had lost seven or eight, and what was even more tragic was that he found that the greenskin behind him had rushed up, while the goblin in front of him, who claimed to be the leader of the tribe, was still fighting with great calm.

Although he disdains those farts, it is a problem after all, so he can only call the remaining goblins back and turn around to block the enemies from the rear, and this damn greenskin is up to him to deal with himself.

PS: Thanks to the 100 starting coins rewarded by "Lao Luo of the next door"!