As he got closer and closer to the camp of the Broken Claw Tribe, the slightest doubt left in Skip's mind was also occupied by his aggressive nature, and he involuntarily quickened his pace with the other greenskins, not realizing that the earthen wall in front of him seemed to be a little too tall.

By the time they were still a few hundred meters away from the earthen wall, both the cannon fodder fodder spirits who were following closely behind the orcs and the goblin spearmen who were pressing the formation behind them all ran and let out bursts of oozing roars.

As soon as the battle began, they had no formation at all with only smashing and smashing, and the huge number of fart spirits were like a swarm of hungry green locusts, pounced on the long-coveted food.

At the front of this group of vermin were several orc warriors who reached five or six feet tall, and as the strongest soldiers of the "Red Fang Tribe", they undoubtedly rushed to the front and made the loudest noise.

“Waaagh！”

They have only one goal, do you see that wooden door? Go straight in! Kill all the green skins you see along the way! And then it's over.

Seeing that these strong men were about to rush to the side of the ravine, the one-meter-wide dirt pit could not stop them at all.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly appeared on the earthen wall:

"Shoot!"

In an instant, dozens of human heads appeared on the originally silent city wall, evenly distributed on the earthen wall centered on the wooden gate, about one every few meters.

With a single order, twenty or thirty pebble-sized projectiles smashed like hail towards the enemy below.

The tallest and most eye-catching orcs became well-deserved live targets, each of them took several hits in an instant, and the other greenskins near them also suffered, and many fart boys were smashed on the spot.

But for the rough-skinned orcs, the pebbles didn't hurt at all, but they were angry, and just as they were about to quicken their pace, jump over the dirt pit, and tear these little who dared to offend them to pieces, something unexpected happened.

The second wave of bullets struck again, and every orc who couldn't dodge was hit, or rather, they didn't even think about dodging, and they didn't even bother to raise their hands, not paying attention to the other party's attack at all.

It turned out to be a very stupid act.

This time it wasn't as simple as a pebble.

When the munitions came into contact with them, they exploded on the spot, emitting a yellow-brown gas accompanied by a ...... A strong and unpleasant smell!

Oh my god Squiger, is this a piece of! It stinks!

That's right, these explosive spores made of Xiang are the great gift that the stone has prepared for them.

From the second round of shooting to hitting the orcs, in the blink of an eye, the area where the orcs gathered in front of the wooden gate was instantly shrouded in yellow-brown gas, and became the hardest hit area of the attack.

One, two, three, there were a succession of fart boys who fainted to the ground after inhaling the biochemical gas, and behind them, there were two goblins that followed closely, and their power was obvious.

Thankfully, the orcs had a much better physique than these little ones, and even though they were in the area with the highest concentration of poison gas, they still didn't lose consciousness.

Although they didn't fall directly, they didn't feel well, one or two of them were smoked with gold stars in their eyes, dizzy and swollen, either in tears, or bent over and coughed violently, all of them lost their mobility, even the big guy Sean was the same, he could only support himself in place.

The stone hiding behind the city wall saw this scene, and clenched his fist excitedly, the plan worked, I didn't expect the fart spirit and tyrant who appeared on the stage of war for the first time to have such a powerful power!

Redlegs and Redhead, who were standing to his left and right, were also full of excitement, and Redhead had rushed back in time with forty farts from the lumberyard last night, greatly enhancing the strength of the camp guards and getting praise from the leader.

A hint of admiration flashed in the eyes of the two goblin brothers, and they had more confidence in defeating the enemy, but they didn't expect that under the command of the leader, these little cabbage heads with slingshots were so powerful!

According to the plan, the two of them walked quickly down the earthen wall, and their task was to gather the remaining butt boys and prepare for the real fight next.

……

The most threatening target was temporarily resolved, but the attack from the walls did not abate in the slightest.

Make persistent efforts, under the loud command of the stone, the sixty fart spirit tyrants were divided into two waves, and the thirty standing in the middle continued to bombard the area where the orcs were located in a "three-stage shot" manner, ensuring that the poisonous gas in this square inch of land was endless, only more and not less.

After firing a salvo of "Explosive Spores", the other wave of tyrants left all the remaining gas bombs for their companions, replaced them with pebbles, and freely shot the stunned farts boys from both sides, so that they could also taste the taste of hell.

Without the help of the orcs, these unintelligent farts had no way to take advantage of the ravine, and many brave people who tried to cross the pit had already fallen in, and the depth of fifty centimeters was not so easy for them to climb, and they became targets in vain, and they were smashed by stones falling from the sky and their heads were bleeding and rolling on the ground.

There are waves of bullets overhead, there is an insurmountable chasm in front of them, and the enemies are all on the high earthen walls, and they can't touch it, how can this fight it?

As a result, Skipp, who was standing at the end of the formation, found that some of his subordinates began to turn around and run away, and there were more and more of them.

Don't talk about these little guys, he himself is stupid at this moment, everything that happens in front of him tells him that you are ambushed again.

When he found himself in a trap again, with heavy casualties among his men, he couldn't help but let out a hysterical roar:

"What the hell is this! Don't run, give me a rush! ”

That said, but after seeing the power of the exploding spores, he himself did not dare to step forward, and commanded the goblin spearmen around him to collect the troops that were faintly beginning to collapse in place.

The shrill cry reached the ears of the stone, and he still had the heart to respond, pointing at himself and shouting:

"Skip, you dared to come back last time you ran away, do you remember me this time? I'm called Stone, the leader of the Broken Claw Tribe! ”

"You're a butt bastard?! Dead mongrel! I'm going to skin you! ”

The enemy was very red when he saw him.

Annoyed, Skipp didn't notice that the stone was unusual, and was noticeably taller than the other butt boys.

At this time, his mind was full of revenge, and in a fit of rage, he stomped the bone staff in his hand downward, and with a hideous face, he recited a series of strange incantations from his mouth.

With a strange rhythm, more or less yellow-green dots of light emerged from each goblin around him, and these dots of light quickly formed a vortex, circling towards Skip's head.

What is this? Waaagh magic?!

The first time he discovered the abnormality on the goblin on the opposite side, the stone immediately reacted, but he didn't expect Skip to become a goblin shaman.

That's right, in the process of Skip's escape, he actually got the favor of the second brother Mao and became a master of Waaagh! The power of the shaman!

This is also the reason why he can get the attention of the tribal warlord after defecting to the "Red Fang Tribe", even the most powerful tribe will be happy to add a shaman, otherwise with his status as a goblin, it would be good not to be bullied, how could he still be qualified to lead the orcs on the expedition alone, it's a pity that these stupid big guys don't listen to the command, and they fell into the trick of that fart bastard.

It's useless to talk about this now, just kill that fart bastard, and wait for the stench to clear, and the victory is still ours.

Just as Skipp's small, red eyes locked on the stone, ready to unleash his magic to attack, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind the stone, saving his life once again at the last moment.

"Nightfall!"

PS: Thanks to the 500 starting coins rewarded by "China Xiaolongbao"! Thanks to the 100 starting coins from the "Hatsune fans"!