Low morale has always been the disadvantage of the greenskin race, and the fart spirits are even worse than cannon fodder, just look at the fart spirits outside the city wall who have begun to break and flee, you can know how unqualified soldiers they are.

And the buff of "Fight to the Death" means that no matter how heavy the casualties are, your troops will not run away, and will still fight the opponent to the end!

In addition to this news, Stone could also see a burst of red mist permeating his troops, and the little ones who were unaware of it began to gasp for breath after inhaling the gas, and their expressions became more and more hideous.

For a moment, it seemed as if in front of him was a group of orc warriors eager for battle and blood, not a bunch of butt boys who worked as farmers, shepherds, lumberjacks, and dung pickers.

Not only them, but also the others felt abnormal, and for a while, their hearts were filled with the desire to fight and kill.

Chance, the critical moment actually triggered such an anti-heaven effect, the stone was more confident in his plan, he hurriedly ordered the fart boy who controlled the hanging door, opened the city gate, and attacked to kill the enemy!

"Get out, the car rolls over them! Waaaaagh！ ”

“Waaagh！！”

……

Beyond the earthen walls, the panicked goblins finally saw the light again, and the dark clouds created by the old rotten teeth were finally dispelled by Skip, but there was a little Waaagh in him! There is no energy left.

The goblin shaman glared angrily and looked around the walls for the dead fart called Stone.

But he found that only some of the fart boys with strange branches on the city wall continued to shoot, and he didn't see the figure that made his teeth itch.

Has it been blown to ashes by its own magic?

No, I was disturbed by the other party's shaman just now, and the intact city wall also means that I didn't hit the target.

"I'm so angry, it seems that he let him run!"

Skip chopped his feet fiercely, he didn't expect this dead fart to be so cunning, and he didn't expect the other party to have a shaman.

When he thought that the shaman was hiding in a mess and waiting for him, he didn't dare to act rashly.

The top priority is to gather troops first, help those orcs get out of their predicament, and then launch a new attack.

Just as he was about to arrange for the goblins around him to capture those fart boys who were running away, the other party's city gate opened automatically.

What's going on? Could it be that the green skin inside is afraid? Come out and surrender? No, even if you admit it, you will kill all of you!

Skipp thought angrily that the successive defeats had made him lose his ability to think calmly.

Unfortunately, it was not what he thought, and when the hanging door landed firmly on the ground, he saw dozens of poorly equipped fart boys, led by a handful of goblins, rushing towards his troops.

It was none other than the one who rushed to the front, it was the dead fart who he had been trying to crush his bones and ashes, peel his skin and drip wax, etc., so big? What the hell is this fart?

In addition to him, Skipp spotted another old acquaintance, the goblin shaman, whose red eyes narrowed as if he had found something, with a thoughtful expression.

……

After the hanging door opened, the fart boy of the "Broken Claw Tribe" raised the weapon in his hand, and under the leadership of his own leader, roared all the way out of the city at the fastest speed.

As soon as they crossed the ravine, they premeditated into two teams, closely following the butts of the two "goat riders", drawing two arcs, one left and one right, around the area where the large orcs in front of them were, and they aimed at the surrounding people who were already in chaos.

The task of the redhead and redlegs is to crush the little ones who are on the verge of collapse as quickly as possible, and then take out Skipp together with the leader.

All Stone and Old Rotten Fang had to do was hold off Skipp and his goblin spearmen and wait for reinforcements.

Behind them, the hanging door that had just fallen had been pulled up again, giving the enemy no chance to take advantage of the situation, but it also cut off the way back for their own brethren.

This is what the stone has specially emphasized, putting it to death and then revitalizing, a real last battle.

On the other side of the battlefield, the "Red Fang Tribe" fart spirit, who had been beaten by the stone rain and couldn't lift his head, found that the attack above his head seemed to have stopped, and just as he wanted to roar, he found that a large group of enemies with teeth and claws rushed out in front of him.

Before they could react, a few fart spirits standing in front of them were knocked down by the goblin brothers and sheep and then cut into pulp by the little ones who followed behind.

The sudden appearance of the enemy became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and in the face of the same kind that poured out of the nest, these fart spirits who had not had much fighting spirit left suddenly collapsed collectively, and threw away the "weapon" in their hands, scattering their heads and rats, one by one, they only hated that they didn't have two legs when they crawled out of the ground.

According to the stone's order, the two goblins deliberately led the team to drive them into the dirt pit, anyway, as soon as they fell in, they became the live target of the fart, and they could only be slaughtered by others, much faster than killing them one by one, besides, the stone still had the intention of trying to catch them alive, after all, these little guys were all living Waaagh!, and killing them directly was simply a tyrannical thing.

Even if they know that there is a trap in front of them, but in the face of the bright sword and axe, there are still many fart spirits crying and falling into the dirt pit in a panic, there is no way, if you want to survive, you can only do this, they have completely forgotten that they are an army, and only think about how to save their lives.

You can't blame these fart boys for not daring to fight to the death, because as the commander of this army, Skipp himself doesn't care about the men who are being driven and slaughtered, and only cares about the enemy in front of him.

The goblin shaman was staring at the two greenskins of similar stature in front of him, the one walking in front was a little taller, perhaps because he was not hunched over like the other goblins, but straight like a small bamboo pole, he was wearing a very ordinary black leather armor, and he was holding two machetes common in the greenskin tribe, which looked nothing special.

Moving on, the figure behind him was the opposite, a hunched goblin with a wooden staff.

When Skip's eyes fell on him, he never left.

Old rotten teeth!

This old goblin who wandered to the "Broken Claw Tribe" back then was still so sloppy and still so cringe, the "Stone Moon Staff" in his hand was exchanged for the "Stone Moon Staff" from the previous tribal shaman, this dead mongrel, etc., this magic fluctuation on his body......

Pushing away the two goblin spearmen in front of him, Skipp took two steps forward, and said viciously in front of the old rotten fang:

"Old rotten teeth, it turned out to be you, hiding deep enough!"

Having become a shaman, he immediately discovered the Waaagh on the other party! Energy.

Without waiting for the old rotten tooth to answer, Skipp said with a sudden realization:

"It turns out that you are all the devil, so I said how could there be a goblin willing to let the fart be the boss! Those little brutes can't even speak! You must have used magic! ”

remembered that when I was in the forest, I still believed his nonsense, and I always thought that the Broken Claw Tribe really had a fart spirit who could only talk, and I was tricked for a long time!

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