"Huh? What the hell is this? ”

O'Grot saw his own boy in chaos, and an angry expression appeared on his face, as well as a hint of uncontrollable surprise.

As an orc chief who has participated in countless battles, it's not like he hasn't seen Waaagh! I don't know how many shaman's heads were cut off by his own hands, but the picture in front of me was really unexpected.

The guy sitting on the iron bump, although his stature is certainly not as tall as himself, is about the same, how can he be a shaman?

And even if he was a shaman, he could create such a scene by himself?

Brother Mao is on top! I was on Waaagh before! Is there some misunderstanding about magic?

It shouldn't be that the more green skins around, the stronger the desire to fight, Waaagh! Is magic stronger?

How can this guy alone exert the combat power of hundreds or thousands of people?

Not only Ogrot, but also several shamans from the "Broken Tooth Tribe" next to him behaved even more unbearable, bouncing in place one by one, shouting Brother Mao's name, as if they had seen the spirit of the gods.

Angry, he rushed forward and hit the guy who jumped the most fiercely, smashing the thin goblin shaman into a mess of flesh, showing the true colors of the demon king.

"What are you calling Lao Tzu for! Don't chase yet! ”

The Black Orc Chief, who was full of confidence at the beginning, was now a little anxious, and in the blink of an eye, the situation on the field changed.

The magic unleashed by the other party caused a lot of trouble for the boys, and in addition, the speed of the strange iron lump was beyond his imagination, faster than the goblin wolf rider, and as for the momentum, compared to him, those boys riding wild boars were like Squigg rolling in the mud field.

Ogrot's long, thin eyes shot two greedy glances.

As his body became more and more obese, his requirements for mounts became higher and higher, so at this banquet, he also deliberately pulled out the chariot from the old rotten tooth to show off, but compared with the other party's steel beast that was spewing black smoke and roaring, what the hell is the chariot of the potbelly king, it is like a rag made by a fart boy!

"Catch up with me! Also, don't shoot any kid who wants to shoot arrows, don't break my new mount! Come! Go get that one! ”

Although he still didn't believe that the iron pimple could break through the encirclement of tens of thousands of greenskins by himself, but just in case, he still decided to release his baby, because if the old rotten tooth was rescued by the other party and ran away, then he would become the biggest joke of the tribe, and his reputation would plummet, not to mention the warlord, and the position of the chief under the ass would not be stable.

………

Back on the stone's side, a flurry of magic worked even better than he had imagined.

The nature of the greenskin itself is irritable and aggressive, plus many of the people present did not belong to the "Broken Tooth Tribe" in the first place, they were all forced by the "Two-Headed Demon King" Yin Wei, and the other small tribes around him who had only recently succumbed to join, it was certain that they were not convinced, not to mention that these tribes had a lot of new and old hatreds against each other, and under the dual influence of negative magic and chaotic scenes, all the hatreds in the past broke out at once.

Especially the green skins that rushed over first, some of the front ones were slowed down, blocking the people behind, and those who were blocked naturally wanted to push them away, and those in front of them certainly did not show weakness, and immediately fought back, and the two sides quickly pushed and scolded each other, and when everyone was covered by the black fog and couldn't find the direction, everyone simply didn't rush, and did it on the spot.

Now the whole scene has changed, what was originally a huge tsunami that is about to descend has turned into a chaotic whirlpool of separate battles in the blink of an eye, and this nest fight is still gradually spreading to the back, and more green skins are involved in it.

Originally, many of them didn't know what was going on in front of them, but when they saw that the boys around them had done it on their own, those orcs couldn't bear it, and they just found someone who didn't like it.

In their eyes, a big bastard in which everyone participates is the climax of the banquet.

As for the original purpose, it doesn't matter at all, isn't there an enemy who broke into the tribe, there are so many of us, he can drown him with spit, no matter what, let's talk about it first.

When more and more greenskins have such a mentality, the opportunity for stones comes.

With vampire bats overhead to guide the way, and old rotten teeth to deliver the news in time, the lightning-fast war motorcycle is like a ferocious but nimble metal shark, quickly avoiding the vanguard shrouded in black clouds, and then swimming in the gaps of those green swirls.

Under the reverse operation of some pig teammates who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, the number of enemies who can actually stop in front of the stone head-on is much smaller than expected.

Occasionally, there are some greenskins who still maintain their sanity and know who the real target is, but most of them are goblins, except for the frontal combat power is very ordinary, they are not familiar with each other, they are all fighting on their own, sending them up in waves, and there are only dozens of people at most.

The few people who couldn't stop the roar of the engine didn't need a stone, and they were either torn apart by the sharp corners in front of the locomotive, or they were mercilessly run over by the huge tires and became part of the dirt.

"Hurry back again! Hurry back again! Peck! Forget pecking! Green onions! ”

At super fast speed, the old rotten tooth was filled with wind as soon as he opened his mouth, but he still couldn't suppress his excitement.

Before, he completely gave up struggling, even when he saw the appearance of the leader, he was not happy and frightened, afraid that the leader would be harmed by himself, and it was only now that the hope of life was rekindled.

Shi didn't reply, his energy was all on driving, An Rita could only guide the general direction, and the specific operation still had to rely on himself.

Although he has not owned this new mount for a long time, he is like a veteran driver who has been driving for many years, and this "behemoth" is like an arm in his hand, and he can always easily avoid the densest areas of the crowd and get in the weakest points of the enemy.

The good news is that by Waaagh! Magic, after breaking through the first enemy who fell into chaos, the pressure behind is obviously much less, on the one hand, because the green skins who received the news continue to gather, and those who gather are fighting among themselves.

On the other hand, the two "High Evil Moon Curses" worked wonders, and the biggest effect of this magic was to destroy the formation of the place, so that they could not organize an effective attack or defense.

In addition, what the stone and the old rotten tooth didn't expect was that at the beginning, as they gradually deepened, there were still some arrows shot over, all of which were blocked by the black orcs with machetes like door panels, although they couldn't cause much damage, but they also distracted him a little, but I don't know when it started, and he didn't have been attacked from a distance for half a day.

Obviously, I could see a lot of goblin or orc archers with short bows on their backs, and there were also some forest goblin archers riding spiders behind them, but they just didn't let go of their arrows.

That's weird.

How did the black orcs know that the order of the other chieftain had been handed down, and as soon as Ogrot spoke, no one dared not listen.

The stone can't care so much now, so he has a thought, since these greenskins are so helpful, then he must give face, and he will be sorry for them if he doesn't rush out.

Rush the duck! Rush Rush!