A tsunami-like cheer erupted from the crowd, interrupting Ogrot's train of thought.

It seems that the heads-up over there has a result.

He dragged his fat body and stepped down from the throne made of white bones, surrounded by a group of tall and fierce orc guards, into the euphoriated crowd.

The crowd immediately gave way to a wide passageway, and the last guy who dared to block the path of the "Two-Headed Demon King" had already become part of the Throne of Bones.

Ogrot slowly squirmed into the open space in the middle, and there was only one standing orc on the field, his opponent had fallen in a pool of blood, his face was covered with blood, and the fangs on his right side were broken by the roots and thrown to the ground.

The Roshan-like black orc chief moved in front of the victor, and the goblins with quick brains picked up the fangs and handed them to him.

Every Greenskin in the tribe knows that the most annoying thing for their boss is to bend over, because he simply can't bend down.

Ogrot shook his head and motioned for his men to give the little goblin a beer as a reward, and the latter's flattering face immediately burst into the most sincere smile.

Because it will only be the most primitive brewing method, the production of fungal beer in the "Broken Tooth Tribe" is very average, and even the orcs are not enough to drink, let alone these goblins, which are basically not tasted, and if they are found by those big men to drink secretly, there is only one end, that is, to be trampled into meat puree.

But this time it was the boss who spoke personally, so a full glass of beer was served immediately, and in order to avoid a long night's dream, the lucky little goblin took it and drank it all immediately, and then wiped the white foam from his mouth in the envious eyes of the others around him, and was satisfied.

Taking the fangs, Ogrot threw them at the victorious orc, who immediately raised one hand above his head and let out Greenskin's trademark roar.

Declare yourself the final victor.

The onlookers also made a loud noise as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and it was not until the black orc chief waved his hand several times that they reluctantly closed their mouths.

It stands to reason that this heads-up is over, and today's banquet is over, but this is not the case.

"Boys, don't worry, the show hasn't started yet!"

Ogrot said.

The crowd was restless again, all of them were guys who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

The black orc waved his hand.

A group of greenskins dragged a tattered chariot to the campfire.

What's in this Squigg?

The boss's new tank? Looks too broken, right?

But no one dared to question it openly, only a whispered discussion.

Ogrot rarely lost his temper this time, but laughed and proudly introduced his loot to the boys, which was a surprise.

"See? Any idea what this is? Let me tell you, this is the Misty Mountain Potbelly King, Gollum's chariot! Now it's me! ”

The Misty Mountain Potbelly King? the hair! That's a good thing!

The boys' eyes immediately changed from doubt to surprise!

Even after ten years, Gollum's notoriety and legends still circulate throughout the Badlands, not to mention the place where he had spent some time in Thunder Mountain, and as soon as Ogrot finished speaking, the tribal boys shouted excitedly as if they had exploded.

The black orc chieftain's ugly face was even more uncontrollable with a smile.

Everyone knows that the second thing he hates besides bending over is walking, which is very similar to the legendary goblin warlord.

So when he recognized that this seemingly ordinary chariot was the car of Gollum's southern and northern wars, he was even happier.

First of all, because the war is about to start, I need such a chariot to go out to fight, and secondly, this further shows that I am the successor of the big warlord, and everything is arranged by Brother Mao.

This gave him confidence in his future.

Ogrot, who was in a good mood, also deliberately opened the net and gave the old guy in the cage an extra chance to survive by taking refuge in himself, but he didn't appreciate it.

Then don't blame me for being ruthless.

By this time, the noisy shouts of the boys had converged into a torrent, and everyone chanted the name of their boss together.

"Ogrot! Ogrot! ”

That's what the black orcs wanted, and it was obvious that the boys were excited, but before the final meal was served, there was also an hors d'oeuvres.

"Go and bring it up."

A few minutes later, a scarred behemoth was taken to the clearing, and for it, the Greenskin present was no stranger, this was a Squigg that could be seen in the Greenskin Tribe, but the problem was that this guy was also too big.

"Is this the Squiger meat grinder?"

Several elderly goblins recognized the identity of the giant beast.

They knew that in the southernmost part of the Badlands, near the South, there were some tribes of wild orcs who were particularly good at cultivating Squiggle, and they were said to have a type of Squigg that could grow as tall as a dragon.

Before this, everyone thought it was bragging, but the appearance of the giant Squiger in front of them made them doubt their judgment.

The size of this Squigg is not as exaggerated as that of a dragon, but it is more than ten times that of an ordinary Squiger, although there are many wounds on his body, and his whole body is also entangled in thick iron chains, but it still exudes a terrifying aura.

As soon as it appeared, it stared at Ogrot in the middle, and even wanted to rush to him, but there were twenty orc macho men on the other side of the chain, and even a giant beast like a small mountain couldn't move.

In the face of the fierce beast, the black orc chief is not afraid to laugh, he is afraid that the other party will not have the fighting spirit, the more this is the case, the more exciting the game will be.

"This is the program I specially prepared tonight, what, you twenty people, you will fight with this Squigger later, and each of you will win ten barrels of beer, and you can join my personal guard team in the future."

Ogrot shouted at the chained orcs.

The distance between the two sides was only about ten meters, but he didn't bother to walk over.

These twenty orcs are all the latest big guys in the tribe, and all of them have blood on their hands, and they just take this opportunity to sift through them, and those who survive can join the guards.

Like the other tribes, Ogrot's personal guards are the most elite force of the "Broken Tooth Tribe", with a total of 500 men, each of whom is a large man, with a set of heavy iron armor built close to him, and a huge two-handed machete.

In each battle, they will rush to the most dangerous places, face the most dangerous enemies, and after the battle, they can also be the first to pick the loot, and the usual treatment is also the best of all the green skins of the tribe.

So when the black orc chief said the conditions, these orc big guys responded with passionate battle cries, and it could be seen that they couldn't wait for a long time.

But before this bloody battle began, Ogrot had something to say, only this time he was speaking to the other Squiger.

"Hey, big guy, can understand what I'm saying, you're going to win, kill all the twenty big guys, the old guy in the back, I'll let him go."

With that, he slowly walked back to his throne of bones amid the angry and unwilling roar of the giant beast, and watched the exciting battle in the comfort of the next.

But what he didn't know was that in the base camp behind him, there were several uninvited guests, and one of them had blood-red eyes full of anger.