The square was chaotic and noisy, the atmosphere was very warm, and with the bonfire burning in the middle, it was impossible to feel that winter was approaching.

The stone stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, but the fart boys didn't understand what he meant, and thought that the leader was greeting everyone, but instead made a louder noise, until the stone yelled "Quiet!" The noisy shouts faded to a faint level.

He stepped forward and shouted:

"the hair, boys, today is our "Broken Claw Tribe" very Waaagh! The day and why? I said that you don't know, just one point, we have meat to eat today! Follow me, there will be meat to eat in the future! ”

Hearing the word meat, the green-skinned boy on the field became restless again, and Ulala's shouts were like a fight.

In this situation, the stone is not good nonsense, although he really wants to take advantage of today's good opportunity to say a few more words to boost everyone's morale, but it is obvious that the IQ of these little brothers under him is really limited, and it is estimated that it is useless to say it, so he should hurry to get to the point.

"Old rotten teeth, red legs, red hair, you all share a sheep."

These three goblins are now the backbone of the tribe, scarce resources, whether it is the experience of the old rotten teeth, or the combat effectiveness of the red-legged and red-haired - although they are two cripples, they are all indispensable to the current territory, not to mention their original goblin status and the big man who stands out from the crowd, so the second sheep must be divided among them.

Hearing the stone's words, the two goblins who had just surrendered immediately laughed from ear to ear, and skillfully roared, "the hair!" The boss is mighty! While supporting each other, they stepped forward and began to enjoy a delicious meal.

The sharp claws on their hands are the best cutlery, and after a few clean brushes, their mouths are full of fat and oily barbecue, and they can't tell that they have been seriously injured at all.

There is also a rickety figure who is faster than them, and although the old rotten teeth look weak, the speed of eating meat is not slow at all, and he picks the most tender and fattest parts.

The second sheep entered the belly of the three goblins in the blink of an eye, and while they were eating, the sound of saliva around them did not stop, one after another, and at the end, all the farts looked at their boss with naked desire in their eyes.

When the second sheep was left with only a skeleton, the stone finally spoke.

"Boys, the rest of the sheep is yours, but not every kid has it, only the strongest kid can eat it, let's have a big mess, let me see who can fight to the end!"

As soon as the words fell, the fart spirits who had been unable to hold back immediately screamed and scuffled, and for a time the square was dusty, and all the fart spirits raised their weapons and smashed their companions like they saw the enemy, and they didn't know that there was a riot here, and the cause of all this was just to eat a bite of barbecue.

Seeing that the situation is a little out of control, the stone hurriedly called a few goblins to go down to maintain order, the so-called order, is nothing more than to separate the most ferocious ones, to avoid causing unnecessary casualties, as for the head to break the blood or something, don't care, anyway, with the green-skinned physique, ordinary punches and kicks don't matter at all, the medicine can't be used, just sleep, wake up and still work.

After ten minutes, he couldn't help it, and under the guise of controlling the situation, he personally went down the field, kicking several little guys with the strongest combat effectiveness, who were basically the hard workers of the pro-guard team.

The chaos lasted for half an hour, and with the efforts of the stones, the bloody battle was finally decided, and only a dozen or so of them were still standing on the field, either scarred or unscathed, and many more of them were lying on the ground and could not get up, but their red and green faces were full of joy.

Although they knew that they had lost their luck with delicious meat, they had at least enjoyed an exciting battle, and what could be more important than that?

Next is the finale, from the sweaty, but also satisfied stone personally cut the sheep meat.

The stone pulled out the short dagger on his waist, this dagger that was recognized by the system as "blue equipment" was extremely sharp, but it had not had a chance to see blood since it fell into the hands of the new owner, and it was humiliating enough to come in handy for the first time and it was used as a dinner knife.

The standard for dividing the meat is very simple, the more you flip the opponent's fart, the more meat you get, like the most capable bear, you can directly get half a leg of mutton, and he alone overturned seven or eight of the same kind, and the combat effectiveness is obviously a grade higher.

Most of the others standing are hard-working people who have undergone system upgrades, and their combat power is obviously higher than that of ordinary slaves, and the weapons they use are also very distinctive, all of which are some messy tools, hammers, saws, axes or something, as if they were brought in the small bag that they carried with them after upgrading.

After some tossing, the three roast sheep finally died, each into the green-skinned belly, the stone struck while the iron was hot, and announced that every time the tribe met in the future, it was very Waaagh! A very memorable event will be held to hold a fart boy roast whole sheep mixed exercise, just like today, the winner can enjoy a delicious barbecue, and there will be more and more meat!

As soon as these words came out, whether they were standing or lying down, all the fart boys let out the loudest roar, and they couldn't be more happy.

The fart spirits who ate the barbecue were naturally full of happiness, looking forward to grabbing a bigger piece of meat next time, and they were not depressed if they didn't eat it.

"There's meat to eat, there's a fight? There's more Waaagh than that! What's the matter? I'm thinking about it, I'm afraid that it's really the incarnation of Second Brother Mao! It's so Waaagh!! ”

"I've never heard of any tribe having such delicious things before, and they give them to the fart spirits to eat, this must have been given by Brother Mao, and they gave us these fart spirits through the leader."

At this moment, the stone truly became the spokesperson of the gods in the hearts of all of them.

This heartfelt thought was also clearly transmitted to the stone, and he could clearly feel that after today's big mess, the temperament of the entire tribe had changed, as if it had been reborn, whether it was the two goblins who had surrendered newly or those little goblins with worrying IQs, the eyes of them looked at themselves one by two.

If the eyes used to be with worship, then now it is fanatical, before it was to look at idols, now it is to look at faith, it is a kind of faith that can see the hope of the future, to put it mildly, even if the stone wants them to die now, they will rush forward without saying a word.

Stress, when he found this, the stone did not become complacent, but felt more stress, which was a very uncomfortable feeling for him.

This rejection comes from past lives.

After he took the throne, he had a group of younger brothers, who were unlimited, and like now, his subordinates at that time also trusted themselves unreservedly and handed over their lives to themselves, but what was the result? When he saw his younger brother on the street for the first time, he understood that as the boss, as the most beautiful one, he could not only fight, but also take on the responsibility of everyone, and this responsibility is everyone's life.

Now as the boss of the Broken Claw Tribe, it is the same, he must pay more in order to lead his boys to win one battle after another and survive one crisis after another, which is what a boss should do.

Back in the thatched hut, lying on the skin of a wild boar, the stone recalled the past, he chose to escape in his previous life, so what about this time? Do you want to run away? Where else can I escape?