To the north of Orgrimmar is a vast expanse of forest with no end in sight, with towering trees stretching down from the mountains at the edge of the world, bringing life to this desolate land.

These trees are broad-leaved trees with deep roots and leafy roots, and their trunks are simply treated to make them excellent timber for building sturdy houses.

So at the edge of the forest, near the northern pass, there was a small hut and a few simple tents.

This is the lumber yard of the Broken Claw Tribe, and in order to make it easier to work, the butt boys who are responsible for cutting trees and working in the lumber yard live here.

The clearing outside the hut was filled with freshly cut down trees, and ten fart boys were busy cutting down the branches on them, and some were sprinkling water on the wood that had been simply processed to keep it from cracking in the sun.

After the processing is completed, the system will automatically convert the qualified wood into the data in the resource bar when it is moved to the warehouse of the hut, without the need for the stone to come in person.

In addition to the little ones working in the lumberyards, there are also thirty little farts cutting trees in the woods, and they work together to bring the most indispensable resources to the realm at the moment.

Although the camp has a certain amount of timber in stock, Stone believes that wood will always be indispensable as the territory grows in the future, so although he will reduce the number of people to cut wood according to the inventory, the lumber yard will not stop working for a day.

Not only that, after the completion of the earthen wall, he also specially sent the two remaining goblins of the Broken Claw tribe, Redhead and Red Legs, to supervise the work of the little ones and prevent them from being lazy, and to prevent accidents.

After all, there is still some distance from the camp, and there are no defenses, and the combat effectiveness of the fart spirit alone is too poor, and a beast in the forest can't deal with it, let alone other unexpected situations.

Although Orgrimmar is now in a safe corner, Stone has never forgotten that he is in the Warhammer world, a place where the killing never stops.

So when he built the lumberyard at the beginning, he deliberately built it not far from the mountain pass, and it could also serve as a sentry, in case an outsider entered Orgrimmar through this only entrance, and there would be a warning to avoid being almost caught off guard like Skipp did last time.

In the shade of a tree not far from the logging hut, two goblins with strange shapes were lazily riding on their respective goats, chatting with each other.

Exactly the redheads and red legs.

Ever since the rocking handed over to them the task of guarding the lumberyard, the two brothers' daily task was to move between the lumberyard and the camp, which was nothing more comfortable for them.

In order to ensure the mobility of this two-person patrol, Stone also specially selected two strong black goats from the sheepfold for them to mount.

As funny as it may seem, the four-legged sheep are faster than their two short legs, oh no, a goblin has only one leg.

Before being caught by the greedy green skin, these black-haired goats love to run between mountain cliffs, with good speed and endurance, and are suitable as a means of transportation for goblins who are more than one meter tall.

In fact, the Greenskin Tribe has many good-looking and powerful mounts, from the savage bipedal wyvern to the war pig with big fangs, as well as the goblin rider's good companions, the wolf and the jungle spider, etc., and in some special tribes, they even have the ability to tame Squigg into a mount.

Of course, none of the above "Broken Claw Tribes" are all newborn Squiggs in the "Mushroom Field" that can only be eaten, and cannot be used as mounts or other purposes.

There is no choice but to settle for the next best.

The two goblins don't dislike it, they ride black goats every day, wandering around in "Orgrimmar", except for being idle and boring to bully and bully the little farts spirits, the rest of the time is chatting and farting, and reminiscing bittersweetly.

The redhead and red-legged crawled out of the ground two years ago, and they belonged to the younger generation in the previous tribe, so they were also the target of bullying by the orcs.

The two brothers did not have the strong physique of their orc relatives, nor did they learn the sinister and cunning of their goblin predecessors, but they were beaten a lot for their recklessness and aggressiveness, and they belonged to the marginal characters of the tribe who had little sense of existence.

But these are things of the past, the original tribe of Broken Claws has disappeared with the invasion of Pointed Ears, and in the new tribe, they can be said to have turned into serfs and sang, and their status has increased dramatically.

When they think about what has happened in the past few months, both brothers feel as if they are living in a dream.

First, a group of high elf cavalry descended from the sky and slaughtered the green skins of the tribe like slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Among the escaped goblins, led by the strongest Skipp, they hid in the woods, secretly gathered some escaped fart boys, and prepared to wait until the wind passed, and then quietly returned to the camp to find something good from the ruins.

However, as soon as they came out of the woods, they encountered another group of remnants of the tribe, led by a talking fart and a wandering goblin with old rotten teeth.

What's even more amazing is still to come, Skipp wanted to subdue this group of fart spirits, continue to grow his strength, and then go to other big tribes, but he didn't expect to kill a fart pump truck in the oblique stab and kill them to a bit.

Redhead and Redleg were lucky enough to brush shoulders with death, leaving behind a leg and a hand, and the other goblins taller than them were torn apart on the spot, leaving only Skipp alone, both of whom were also taken prisoner after falling unconscious.

If you don't die, there will be a blessing, but I didn't think that this would become a turning point in the brothers' lives.

The two of them didn't expect that they would worship the fart spirit as the boss one day, the butt boy? What else can these little mongrels do in the tribe except as punching bags? But the new boss told them with his actions what a terrible thing it is for a fart to have a culture.

From mushroom fields to lumber yards to earthen walls and latrines, the place called "Orgrimmar" is growing at a rapid pace.

In the mushroom fields, new butt boys and Squigg are born every week, the lumberyard is piling up more and more wood, all the greenskin boys are living in simple but sturdy tents, and the newly repaired earthen walls, although short, give the camp a complete line of defense, at least not at all like the last pointy-eared sneak attack.

Shortcoming? It's not nothing, it's just that it's troublesome to take a bath every day, they have never heard of this in the tribe before, but it is said that Brother Mao personally told the leader, soaking in the river can grow big and strong!

Of course, for the green skin, the growth of the tribe is important, but the most important thing is to have a good life, how can it be called cool? Of course, there will be a fight! There is meat to eat!

That's just a great job! is worthy of being the chosen son of Brother Mao!

When they woke up and found that they were either missing an arm or a broken leg, they were extremely depressed, which meant that they could no longer vent their desires through battle as before, and they would probably not have the opportunity to set foot on the battlefield and participate in a real Waaagh in this life!

Although after surrendering, the leader treated them very well, and the tribe roasted the whole sheep for the first time, and the two of them had a beautiful and full meal, and for the first time in their short lives, they had eaten such delicious food! the hair! It turns out that the lamb that has been roasted by the fire is so delicious!

But the fly in the ointment is that although they don't need to bleed like a goblin kid to get a large portion of food because of their goblin status, in their hearts, why not envy those little ones who are thin but have all four limbs?

PS: It's a little bit away from the previous one, brothers give me some more strength. Today's chapter will be sent early, as long as the recommendation ticket is in place, there will be another chapter in the evening.

PSS: I will put the background information of Warhammer that I have collected and translated from time to time in the work, including Warhammer geography, characters, basic information of the green skin, etc., so that readers who don't know much about Warhammer can better understand what kind of world this is, and it will not affect everyone's reading experience.