As in previous weeks, two new goblins and ten new goblins came up to the stone, looking around with curious faces.

But this time it's clearly a little different.

The problem came from the size of one of the goblins, who was too tall as a newborn goblin, almost six feet tall, at least two feet taller than his companion standing next to him.

When he came to the stone, he was two heads taller than the tribal boss.

Everyone had to lift their necks to look up at him, and as for the boys, it was only up to his knees.

Before the stone could react to what was going on, Skarsnick next to him suddenly realized and blurted out:

"Ouch, I'll go! Goblins? Boss, this kid is a big goblin! ”

However, Skarsnick quickly denied his conclusion, and only listened to him muttering to himself:

"No, aren't all these big guys haunting the prairies of the dark places in the east, why did they come to us!"

"You're right! This kid is a big goblin! ”

Stone looked up at the tall man in front of him and spoke.

Of all the goblins, they are the only ones who grow so tall, a little shorter than the orcs.

He naturally knew what was going on, and after waiting for three weeks, a special variety was finally born in the mushroom field, but he didn't know what new changes it could bring to the tribe.

But is it really that simple?

You know, the greenskins are a race that speaks with their fists based on their strength.

At the same time as they were looking at the goblin, the other party was also looking at them, especially the tall and thin goblin, when he found that the green skin in front of him was half shorter than his own, there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

"This is my tribe? Where's the boss? ”

Although the goblins are not goblins, their voices are still thin and sharp like those of other goblins.

The stone took a step forward, pointed to himself, and said:

"I'm the leader here, and you'll be a member of our Broken Claw tribe in the future, follow me."

Unexpectedly, the big guy on the opposite side shook his head without hesitation and said:

"You're not as big as me, how can you be my boss."

Shi didn't laugh angrily when he heard it, I can be considered to have fought and seen blood, even the goblin shaman turned over, and today I was despised by a newborn boy.

Even if this guy bumped into it, the stone happened to be in a bad mood today, and there was a chance to send it to the door to vent, so he naturally wouldn't miss it, and the system that happened to have not moved for a long time also jumped out and released a small task.

[Temporary mission "Who is the boss" released]

[Who's the boss: Knock out this goblin and let the boys know the cost of challenging you.] 】

[Description: As the boss of the Greenskin Tribe, you must always be ready to be challenged, this time it is an open gun, and next time it may be a dark arrow.] 】

[Reward: 20 Waaagh!] 1 Skill Points】

……

Seeing that there were skill points in the task reward, Shi's face suddenly turned from cloudy to clear, and he grinned:

"Okay, then let's fight, you have to win, this boss will be for you!"

…………

There's a newborn goblin kid who wants to challenge the leader?

In less than ten minutes, this exciting news spread throughout the Broken Claw tribe, except for the fart tyrants patrolling the earthen walls, all the green-skinned boys in the territory put down their work and happily gathered in the middle of the square, waiting to see a good show.

When Stone arrived in the clearing with a dozen or so newborn goblins and fart spirits, it was already surrounded by the boys who had heard the news and came to see the excitement.

However, they soon discover that the legendary challenger is not among them, and it is said that the guy is taller than the leader, and they don't know what he grew up eating.

The goblin, of course, did not flee, he followed Skarsnik to a grass hut, opened the door, and found it full of weapons and armor.

This is the equipment depot of the Broken Claw Tribe, as the name is called, in fact, it is the trophy that cleaned up the battlefield after the last war, according to the convention, all the valuable and useful guys will be collected and piled together, waiting for the boss to pick first, then the shaman, then the boss, and finally the ordinary goblin kid.

Stone had chosen an orc man's axe and a relatively new leather armor that day, and as the size of the body skyrocketed, the previous one could no longer be worn.

Among the remaining people who were eligible to choose, Old Rotten Tooth took Skip's wolf tooth necklace, and the red-haired and red-legged each chose a piece of leather armor.

As for the other butt boys, it's not that the stones won't let them choose, it's that their small bodies really don't need goblin equipment.

Having said that, this system of selecting loot in order of status is simply too reasonable, and fully embodies the core values of the Greenskins as a fighting race, which is that everything is on the same level as the battle, and everything is about the battle.

The stronger the person, the better the equipment can get, the stronger the stronger, if you want to come out, there is only one way to make yourself stronger.

Today, there is a greenskin who wants to become stronger and get a better position, so he chooses to challenge the boss directly.

As a result, that dwarf goblin even asked people to bring him over to choose a weapon? Is this looking down on me?

The goblin didn't think he was going to lose to the so-called boss, so when a smiling Skarsnik told him that he could choose his weapons and armor at will, he replied crisply.

"Just give me a handful, I don't want anything else."

Skarsnik was stunned for a moment, then nodded, turned around and took him a machete, although the smile on his face did not decrease, but in his heart he had already sentenced this big guy to death.

With this IQ, do you still want to challenge the leader? It's a shame for the goblins, and I don't know how I'm going to die.

When the tall body of the goblin appeared in the square, the onlookers invariably let out an exclamation, no doubt, it was the first time they had seen such a tall goblin, in this greenskinned tribe that was currently composed purely of goblins and fart spirits, this guy's height was definitely second to none.

Hearing the sound of gasping air all around, the look on the goblin's face became more and more arrogant, and when he saw that these green skins were much shorter than himself, he felt that this boss's position was even more secure.

On the other side of the square, the stone was too lazy to talk nonsense, and was about to step forward to move his muscles, but a fart spirit next to him stood up, saying that he wanted to fight the big goblin first.

It's the Big Bear.

With the increase of goblins in the tribe, he is no longer the greenskin who can easily win the first place in the roast whole sheep mix.

Although Shi still likes this loyal subordinate very much, he can't stand the sneering of some goblin cannon fodder, and he didn't participate in the last battle, so he has long wanted to find a chance to prove himself.

Seeing that he had a serious face with his usual honest face, Shi also guessed a few points, nodded, and agreed to his request.

However, the goblin was not satisfied, and he felt insulted when he found that his opponent had turned into an even shorter greenskin, and that he was still a fart.

"I am the leader's guard, and only if you win me, you can challenge the leader."

Big Bear said earnestly as he pulled out two short axes from his waist.

The goblin saw him like this, and there was no other way but to curse a few swear words viciously and accept the challenge of this fart spirit.

There is no referee to say about the green skin fight, and there is no so-called rule, there is only one word, that is, dry.

The two greenskins, who were very different in size, looked at each other, let out a war cry, and then stepped away and bumped into each other head-on without any skill.