One orc, eight goblins.

Standing in front of the stone were a few scarred green skins, serious ones even missing arms and legs, looking at the wounds on their bodies, they were all caused recently, they should have just experienced a tragic battle.

At the same time as the black orc lord looked at them, these greenskins also looked at him with a puzzled expression, firstly surprised by the burly and muscular size of the other party, and secondly, they did not expect to see their own kind in the ogre tribe.

The ogre who brought them over threw only one word.

"The elder said that these green mushrooms belong to you, and if they are exchanged for those to eat, you can ask them yourself if you have any questions."

After saying that, he ran away, obviously in a hurry to enjoy the food brought by the green skin.

Shi looked at the crooked melons and cracked dates in front of him, his face was expressionless, but he had some expectations in his heart.

They're ......

"I'm called Stone, of the Broken Claw Tribe, what about you? Why are you here with the ogre? ”

He briefly introduced himself, wanting to see the other party's reaction, so as not to miss the guess.

Unexpectedly, when the green skin on the other side heard his name, he reacted greatly, some people shouted excitedly, and some even cried, and they looked like the wronged people saw the Eighth Route Army.

This proves that the stone guessed in his heart, and their identities were about to be revealed.

The only orc in the greenskin stood out from the crowd, his body was much thinner than that of ordinary orcs, bald, wearing a pair of torn trousers, his body was covered with wounds, the deadliest one was on his neck, the newly knotted scab was as thick as a baby's arm, and he had a huge tooth hanging from his neck, longer than the fangs of ordinary orcs.

Having suffered such a serious injury and not dying, it can only show that his willpower and desire to survive are far beyond ordinary people, which can be seen from his resolute eyes.

Of course, it is also indispensable to engage in the blessing of Brother Mao.

He's a hard-hitting guy.

The shriveled orc rushed to the stone and stared at the black orc lord, who was almost twice his size.

In the face of this knife-sharp eyes, the stone did not show weakness at all, tilted his head and stared back.

After a few seconds, the shriveled orc fell to one knee and said in a rough, hoarse voice like a rusty blade cutting through a whetstone:

"Boss Stone, we are the subordinates of the old rotten teeth, I call ......"

He was about to introduce himself when he was interrupted by a wave of the stone.

"You have a bad voice, and I feel uncomfortable listening to it, so don't talk nonsense, just talk about the topic."

The shriveled orcs were not angry, nodded their heads, and talked about the miserable experience of their group of greenskins.

They were members of the Broken Tooth Tribe, but before that, they belonged to the Gustaba, just like Old Rotten Fang, but after this tribe was conquered by the former, they had to join the enemy side like most of the Greenskins.

This does not mean that these greenskins are desperately subservient to the control of the new chief, especially the boss of the "Broken Tooth Tribe" is not an equal person, the hard work is done by the newcomers, and the ones who rush to the front are also newcomers, and when it comes to the reward for meritorious deeds, the delicious food and drink will never be their turn.

But there is no way, who let them be captives before, they can only secretly hold this breath and wait for the opportunity, of course, for the vast majority of people, this opportunity may not be waiting until they die, and some people would rather accept this unequal treatment in order to survive.

The shriveled orc is different, he doesn't want to go on like this forever, according to his own words, he thinks that with his own mind and ability, he will definitely become a new warlord, so when the old rotten tooth came back secretly, he gathered a group of old subordinates, and the most active and hard-working of them was him.

Hearing him boast about himself like this, the stone pouted secretly, why is this orc like a goblin, he loves to brag.

The next thing seems to prove it, and the whole situation takes a turn for the worse, and before they can convince more Greenskins to join their side, the old shaman's identity is revealed.

Although there were their own people who reported to them that they had escaped from the base camp of "Thunder Mountain" in advance, the reaction of the "Broken Tooth Tribe" was still faster than they imagined, and a large number of greenskins swarmed in, and the greenskins who followed the old rotten teeth were only a hundred people, outnumbered, almost all the troops were wiped out, and the old shaman was also captured and taken away.

In the end, only the shriveled orcs and a few deadly goblins were rescued by the ogre, and everyone else went to see the second brother Mao.

But falling into the hands of ogres does not mean that they are safe, all the green skins living in the "Thunder Mountains" know the virtues of these big fat people, including the green skins of the "Broken Tooth Tribe", they all think that they are out hunting, as for the prey, it is those lonely green skins and corpses all over the ground.

In fact, the menu of the "Big Stick Tribe" has added a lot of mushroom-flavored green-skinned meat to the menu recently, so these greenskins still think that they will also become food, entering the belly of the ogre.

Today, when they were brought out of the house where they were imprisoned, they all thought that the time of death had come, but a burly and powerful black orc appeared in front of them, and said that he was the chosen son worthy of allegiance in the mouth of the old rotten tooth.

In his description, Stone is braver than Gobard, more cunning than Gollum, and the most Waaagh of the future! of the Greenskin Warlords.

Escaped death twice in a row, and saw the stone himself, you can imagine the mood of these surviving green skins.

Screaming and crying couldn't be more normal.

Having confirmed their identities, the stone was also full of joy, for him now, the appearance of these greenskins was no less than the arrival of hundreds of elites, and even more useful, because they could bring him the most urgently needed information at the moment.

Although I knew a little bit about the "Broken Tooth Tribe" from Bagratna, the authenticity and accuracy were far from enough, and with these green skins who had lived inside the enemy for many years, the next intelligence work was bound to be much easier.

Stone didn't have much time to calm their ups and downs, and after recognizing the identities of these greenskins, he had a new plan in his mind.

Ask Bagrat to take some ogres and let the orc lead the way, pretending to be hunting, but in fact he will go to the east to explore the terrain and see if he can draw a map, even the simplest.

At that time, everyone will use this map as a basis to find out the distribution of the forces of the "Broken Tooth Tribe", make a plan, and find a way to infiltrate the base camp to determine the life and death of the old Rotten Tooth.

However, as soon as the black orc finished saying his idea, the shriveled orc surprised him again, and sighed again and again, these green skins are not only a gift prepared by the ogre, but also a big gift from the second brother Mao.

The seemingly malnourished orc asked for a large piece of parchment and a slender piece of charcoal, and without saying a word, lay on the ground and began to draw.

After more than half an hour, a detailed topographical map and a map of the distribution of troops appeared on the paper, where were the mountains, where were the rivers, where were the woods, where were the scattered green camps, and the approximate number of people in each camp, all clearly marked, far more detailed than the stone expected.

It seems that he didn't brag before, and he did have two brushes in his hands.

With this hand-drawn skill, the entire "Broken Claw Tribe" may be able to do it by a few people, such as Simu and Moglu.

"Lost! Kind of interesting, hey! What did you just say your name was? ”

The shriveled orc threw the charcoal in his hand and held his head high, although he was poorly dressed, he could not hide his unruly temperament.

"Remember my name, Azag!"

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