In the early morning, when the first whites of the fish's belly appeared on the far eastern horizon, a green army appeared on the yellow-brown land of "Orgrimmar", breaking the silence of the wasteland.

It was a team of greenskins, consisting of more than 200 lazy and lazy butt boys, who walked at the front of the line with a mess of gadgets, chattering and making noise all the way.

There were also two small groups of much taller figures, clearly following them.

A little more numerous were a group of well-equipped goblin boys, about thirty or forty, all dressed in dirty cloth armor and carrying spears taller than their own, clustered around one of the strongest goblins.

The goblin wore a dark brown hooded robe, and a necklace made of the sharp teeth of an unknown creature hung from its chest. In his left hand, he grabbed a dagger with a cold light, and in his right hand was a long-handled bone staff made of animal bones, although he was only a little more than a meter tall, he was very strong, and his round little red eyes were looking around, like a wild boar looking for prey.

This man is none other than a good friend of "Orgrimmar", a good goblin of the people, Comrade Skip.

Not only did he come back this time, but he also brought with him a stronger force with one goal, which was to take the territory of the original "Broken Claw Tribe" for himself, and of course, to take all the other greenskins, especially that damn fart.

But before that, he had to bring the newly arrived troops to their destination in their entirety.

As a commander-in-chief, he needs to always pay attention to all kinds of chaotic emergencies during the march, those little bastards will run around if they are not careful, which greatly affects the speed of the march, so they can only let them walk in the front of the troops, which can not only drive forward, but also can be used as cannon fodder to attract the opponent's firepower for the first time after the battle starts.

Of course, this time the enemy is likely to have no firepower, and maybe after seeing his own army, he has already begun to run away.

However, the clever Skipp will not underestimate the enemy, although he can't figure out where the other party drove a legendary fart pump truck last time, but it doesn't matter, even if they do it again this time, he is not afraid.

Because not only did he have half a team of battle-hardened goblin spearmen, but also a group of real warriors, the other wave of people at the end of the line, a group of beings who couldn't even be driven by himself, orcs!

These were several macho men who reached six feet tall, with huge stature, long arms and short legs, thick muscles under rough green skin, a row of fierce fangs on their jaws, exposed, and small, round red eyes that always exuded naked malice.

In front of them, goblins are children who haven't grown up yet, fart? You can trample a few of them to death with one foot, and those little guys can't even beat Squiger!

If the other party also sends out a fart pump truck, it will be dead, and I believe that these orcs will be happy to rush forward and tear it up like a toy.

These big men from the "Red Fang Tribe" are all battle-hardened warriors, and if it weren't for the tribal warlord Gorja Evil Dare to speak up himself, how could there be these guys in his troops.

Since his last shot with a rock, Skip fled east alone, and after a few bumps, joined the most powerful green-skinned tribe in the neighborhood, the Red Fangs.

After joining the new owner, Skip mixed well, and even won the appreciation of the tribal boss Gorya, and it was because of Gorya that he got the opportunity to lead the expedition to "Orgrimmar" and take revenge in person, and in order to prevent accidents, Golya even sent a few orcs with them.

"Old rotten teeth, and that fart spirit, robbed my staff, robbed my tribe, and I want to chop you all into mashed meat!"

Revisiting the old place, remembering the tragic defeat not long ago, Skipp was so angry that he immediately put on his wings and flew back to camp to kill.

It was supposed to be almost there, and when he looked up to see how far he was from his destination, he saw a strange sight.

In the wasteland surrounded by mountains, a long black shadow appeared at some point, almost running through the entire flat wasteland, and looking at the location, it was the camp of the original Broken Claw tribe.

With a puzzled look on his face, Skipp immediately asked the goblin spearmen around him to stop the team in front of him, while he himself rushed to a small mound on high ground next to him, ready to investigate it himself.

He couldn't be careful, the tragic scene of being ambushed last time was still vivid, it happened in the woods not far away, if it weren't for luck, his soul would have gone to see Second Brother Mao a long time ago.

After a period of confusion, the leading fart boy finally stopped, but the formation was already in chaos.

When the goblin who went to give the order returned, he found that the new boss's face was not good-looking.

"That's right, it must be the original camp. But the question is, where did the black shadow you saw earlier come from? ”

Skipp, who had been around for five or six years, confirmed that he was not on the wrong path, so he had to order his troops to move on.

After another kilometer or so, Skipp ordered his troops to stop again, this time with a strange cry of displeasure from the fart boys in front of them, but soon the goblins stepped forward and told them to shut up with their spears.

Now Skip didn't have time to care about these trivial things, and by looking closely, he could be sure that the black shadow that appeared in front of him was actually a row of walls!

the hair! There was a wall of earth enclosing their camp!

Not only that, but he always felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that there was something strange in the quiet camp ahead.

Be quiet? That's right! It's just so quiet!

A greenskinned tribe full of fart spirits could be so quiet, how could those little mongrels not make a little noise! Look at my farts spirits, they're just a bunch of stupid dogs with infinite energy!

Just as Skip hesitated to send a few goblins to investigate, the orcs who followed behind were not happy.

Originally, they didn't look down on the identity of the Skipp goblin, and they had long been resentful, and they were delayed by the fart boy along the way, which magnified this resentment, if they hadn't thought that they were already in the place and could have a good time, they would have gone berserk, of course, this is also because Skip will pick a few particularly noisy fart boys every day to use as toys for them.

Seeing that Skip had once again asked the troops to stop, and there was no movement for a long time, as the head of these orcs, the only orc big guy Sean came over angrily with his companions, urging Skip not to rub and kill him quickly.

Faced with a big guy who weighed several times his weight, Skip didn't dare to slack off, and quickly expressed his doubts.

But Sean ignored this, he glanced contemptuously at the camp in front of him, and did not care at all about the broken walls, which seemed to the tall orcs to be low and broken at all, and there was no threat at all.

Nothing can stop orc warriors from taking part in a battle! They didn't want to delay for a moment, they just wanted to rush into the other party's camp as soon as possible and kill themselves.

There was no way, and at the urging of these big men, Skipp had no choice but to order the troops to advance again.

Unlike before, the orcs, who couldn't hold back the desire to fight in their bodies, took the lead and walked at the front of the team.

Skip was so happy that he wished they were going to open the way in front of him, so that he didn't have to worry if there was any accident, fart pump truck? Don't be afraid of another ten! This time it's stable!

PS: A brother proposed to change the cover to a normal point, what do you think? Now this is not enough Waaagh! Is it? If you have any ideas, leave a message in the book review area, and I will read it!