Fangs Growler prayed to the Lord of Skulls at the edge of the camp, expecting to harvest enough blood and skulls in today's battle, hoping that the loot would satisfy the great blood god.

At the same time, it hopes that all of its filthy people will become fertilizer on the battlefield, and it expects them all to collapse in pools of blood and become corpses, letting pure blood wash over their filthy shells.

Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.

The blood comes out, I fall, the blood flows, I live, the blood stops, I die.

The Growler silently recited these words in his heart, and when the Chosen One appeared before him, he said exactly that.

This is the truth of the world, and the Fangs Growler firmly believes.

A rusty shackle cuffed around the growler's wrist, and the other end hung in midair, ominous blood floating on it with the clinking of the greenskin's movements.

"Fangs, the strongest, never fail." The green skin with the emblem of the Lord of the Skull tattooed on his back said as he clutched the position of his heart, where a hideous scar covered almost the entire chest.

It seemed as if some monster had plunged its sharp claws into the fanged growler's chest cavity and pulled out its heart.

"Today is a great day!" The Growler roared at the greenskins in the camp, "Your long-awaited war is about to begin!" ”

The greenskins in the camp didn't give anything back, sleeping and sleeping, fighting and fighting, and quite a few people formed a circle and watched the two asses bite each other together.

The teeth that are gambling money have been piled up on the ground, and all the greenskins are waiting intently for the final victory and defeat.

"Poof!" A big foot fell from the sky, trampling one of the butts into a puddle of flesh, and the other butt urinated on the spot.

Fangs Growler crushed the mess of flesh beneath his feet, roaring loudly in the disappointed voices of the greenskins around him, "it! You bastards! Pick up arms for me! We're going to start an aaagh! ”

When the greenskins heard the word aaaagh, they were visibly cheered up, but the effect was not obvious, and it seemed that there were quite a few greenskins waiting for the Fangs Growler.

"I just think this new boss is not aaagh at all, it sounds like aaagh is not passionate at all!" A greenskin, taller than the others, muttered discontentedly.

"I also think there's something wrong with this new boss." A muffled voice joined the discussion, if the Demon Hunter was here, he would have recognized this as a Tin Kid who had been modified by the Iron Overlord, apparently he was lucky not to die in the previous battle.

"I want to be the new boss! I'm the next Iron Overlord! Iron Overlord most aaagh! "The tin boy had some patience in the middle of the greenskins, and he had been lurking in this new tribe for a full two meals, and finally determined that the new boss was not aaagh at all.

Now it's about to start usurping power!

All the greenskins felt that there was something wrong with the new boss, so when someone stepped up, these greenskins boiled!

The Fanged Growler feels that he has simply lost his mind these days, and that he wants to lead these fools into battle, and that he should have sacrificed the blood of these guys to the Lord of Skulls and summoned some useful helpers!

How many challengers are these? Now the growler finally couldn't contain the anger in his heart.

The Tin Kid stood up, and the Tin Kid was beaten to scrap metal!

The Fangs Growler easily crushed the challenger, and the opponent's head was smashed into the chest with an axe, and the greenskins around him fell silent, as if waiting for the next brave to appear.

However, the Fanged Growler didn't wait any longer, and used his axe to chop up the lifeless Tin Boy, drawing an intricate pattern on the ground with his large axe.

Blood spread along the lines, filling the ravine, and the Tin Boy's head was pulled out of its chest cavity by the Growler and thrown in the middle of the formation, along with the entrails.

The greenskins around him watched the new boss go crazy with curious faces.

But when the tin boy's head suddenly widened his eyes, the greenskins let out a burst of exclamation!

The dead eyes looked straight into the void like a goldfish staring at the void, opening their mouths, and a purple-black tongue fell out of their mouths.

At the fracture of the skull, black blood continued to flow out, as if there was a black lake inside, and gradually overflowed out of the formation.

In the midst of the growler's strange and satisfied smile, one of the nearest greenskins suddenly stiffened, fell straight into the black water, and melted into it with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, the black water spread even faster, and a blood-colored mist appeared in the air, and the area covered by the fog was as if there were countless people whispering.

"Why don't you do it?"

"What are you hesitating about? Wield your mist, and the blood god will reward you......"

"Blood, blood satisfies the great Lord of the Skull......"

"Do you want aaagh? You can start ...... now"

Centered around the Fangs Growler, the blood-colored mist that shrouded it was the thickest, and the emblem representing the Sadistic Badge on its back became more and more vivid, as if blood was flowing on it.

When the greenskins began to feel that something was wrong and planned to stay away from the new boss, they realized that they were already shrouded in black water and blood mist, and they couldn't leave at all.

As the Fanged Growler continued to cut wounds with sharp weapons on its muscular body, the blood in its body became part of the blood mist.

Suddenly, like a swarm of bees, the blood mist picked a green skin and poured it through its nose, eyes, and ears.

The green skin froze for a moment, and suddenly choked his throat, and the original green skin began to turn red, the strong body was stretched, bone spurs grew at the joints, and the skull became slender and horned.

Under the witness of the other greenskins, this pet belonging to the blood god suddenly "poof!" like a soap bubble! There was an explosion.

The blood mist that had been poured into Greenskin's body became thicker as if it had absorbed more nutrients, floating in the air, picking out the next parasite.

A greenskin, brandishing his weapon, shouted, "aaagh! I'm not afraid of anything! Then it disappeared into the mist of blood.

A second later, there was a chewing sound in the mist, which seemed to be accompanied by exclamations of satisfaction with the food.

The Fanged Growler said to his people, "Come on, let's have a good aaagh!" ”

A few kilometers away, the Demon Hunter sniffed hard and showed a look of disgust: "Chaos! ”