In this situation in front of him, the temper of the previous life of the stone is absolutely unbearable, isn't it just to save face in the mixed society, being pointed at and laughed at like this, he must rush up to fight, but now he has to endure it.

He was still a little forced in his heart just after brushing shoulders with death, but now in the Warhammer world, an impulse has to give his life, any face is fake, a small life is real, he can't help but die, he must wait for the best time.

The situation is stronger than people, counting, there are six goblins on the opposite side alone, plus dozens of fart spirits around, in terms of strength on paper, his side is crushed without suspense.

This is also the reason why Skipp is not in a hurry at all, they don't take each other seriously at all, purely for fun, so they have waited so long and still haven't moved.

Before the High Elves suddenly appeared, the cunning Skip ran away with his men as soon as possible, and only then did they escape, they hid in the woods for a few days, and did not dare to make any movement, they were bored for a long time, and now that they had the chance to win, they began to tremble.

But they will soon have to pay the price for their carelessness.

Just as the stone was being pointed at and ridiculed unscrupulously, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and smashed in front of him.

His spirit was already highly concentrated, he reacted the fastest, his eyes swept, yes, don't wait, a brisk step forward, picked up something from the arms of the black shadow, and while the few people on the opposite side were still laughing, he shouted in a low voice at the old rotten teeth:

"Run! Follow me! ”

Without looking back, he began to run wildly, but not in the direction of the camp, he chose the weakest left side of the encirclement.

The old rotten tooth was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, just wanted to greet his own fart behind him, but found that they seemed to have been prepared, and they had already begun to run with the boss, he also hurriedly picked up the wooden staff, took three steps and made two steps, and ran with the strength of milk.

Before Skip could react, he was stunned, and the stone had already rushed out of the encirclement with his men and ran out of the woods for nearly a hundred meters.

However, the strong goblin was not in a hurry, and saw him slowly straighten up, still with a disdainful smile on his face, stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his sharp teeth, and said fiercely:

"See where you can go, boys, chase me! Leave that fart to me, and I'll get a taste of what a talking fart tastes like! ”

"I want to eat my hands! Crunch! ”

"Look at his meat, it's quite a lot, enough for each of us to take a bite!"

The other goblins also took action, and as they walked forward, they talked about it, and judging by this tone, they all regarded the stone as fish on a chopping board, waiting to eat the sashimi.

In fact, after the goblins took the lead in the pursuit, the distance between them and the stone and others quickly narrowed, after all, they were all elites who escaped a small life from the hands of the high elves, and they were the most top-notch among the goblins of the tribe.

On the contrary, they have a large group of fart boys who do not have a high fighting spirit, and just follow lazily and lazily at the end.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the goblins running at the front were only ten meters away from the stone, and they were about to catch up with the last fart and start killing.

At this moment, Skipp, who was slowly following behind, suddenly noticed that the tall butt who was leading the way suddenly stopped, and instead looked back at him.

"I'm afraid this kid isn't scared silly."

He was just about to shout when he heard a loud gluttony accompanied by a few shrill waaaghs! Coming from afar.

The noise grew louder and louder, and before he could react, a chariot full of fart spirits suddenly appeared from the woods on the side and ran into his own goblins in front of him.

A rain of blood sprinkled the ground with all kinds of internal organs, and the two-meter-high wooden chariot swept through like a giant hammer, shattering all the creatures in front of them, leaving only three scars stained with brains and blood in the blink of an eye.

Skip stopped and watched as several familiar severed limbs flew over his head and landed on the ground not far away.

The battlefield, which had been noisy a second before, fell silent in an instant, except for the creaking of the wooden frame and the roar of wheels rolling.

On the other hand, except for Skipp, the old rotten tooth also looked incredulous, looking at the fart chariot that seemed to be a divine soldier descending from the sky, the shock in his heart was no less than the former.

He hurriedly walked up to his head and asked:

"the hair, boss, it's not ......"

The stone was now full of pride, and before he could finish speaking, he stretched out his hand to interrupt, and replied breathlessly:

"I didn't ...... Wrong, this ...... It's the highest technology of our fart boys, the fart ...... Pump pump truck! I'm going to go! I'm exhausted! ”

It turns out that this chariot like a grim reaper is really his backhand!

Don't look at the social structure and living habits of the greenskins are very primitive and backward, but don't think that they are just wild people who drink blood and can't even use tools.

On the contrary, in some ways, Greenskin's tech genes are very powerful, it's just that the direction of their tech tree is a little off.

This race is born with an unbelievable talent for warfare-related technology.

Whether it's equipment taken from the enemy, or higher-grade vehicles and artillery, as long as they fall into the hands of the Greenskins, they can be transformed into their own treasures in a unique way that ordinary people can't understand, and of course, safety cannot be guaranteed.

The same goes for the greenskinned farts who like to imitate everything about orcs and goblins, including all sorts of awesome chariots, and the pump chariot is a kind of copycat for their larger relatives.

To put it simply, this is a wooden shelf with a few wheels, and then the farts are purely driven by manpower, and when the chariot is running, they will drive it into the enemy formation, and kill the enemy with sharp objects spliced in front of it, or crush the enemy directly, as just now.

It's simple, but it's very useful.

After Stone received the information from the round face, his first reaction at that time was actually to slip away, but the sudden release of the temporary mission changed his mind.

Under the temptation of the task, he decided to go over and take a look first, and more importantly, he remembered that there was another lottery after the last upgrade that was useless, but as a result, his character exploded, and he drew such a big killer, which added a lot of confidence.

So the stone improvised a simple plan, ruthlessly, and spent 10 Waaagh! Recruit a team of fart slaves directly from the system, let them push the pump cart to the other end of the woods and hide, wait for him to go over to see the situation first, and if he really wants to fight, he will run with his men towards the ambush of the chariot.

Later, when he recognized Skipp, he knew that this battle was absolutely inevitable, so he first quietly asked Round Face to inform the other boys to prepare for retreat, and then when the time came, he called the old rotten teeth to run together.

His plan proved to be very successful, just now, in an instant, he knocked all the goblins running in front of him into the air, three of them were torn apart on the spot, and the dead could not die again, and the remaining two were also lying motionless on the ground, life and death were uncertain.

It's a pity that Skip shit luck, he escaped the catastrophe and became the only seedling left.

But looking at his appearance, he was scared enough, and before the pump truck turned around and came back, he didn't say a word, and fled without looking back.

The greenskin has always been known for its low morale, easy to collapse, and defeated like a mountain, even the boss ran away, not to mention the other fart spirits, and immediately a dozen or so little guys turned around and fled with him.

But unexpectedly, most of the remaining fart spirits remained in place, neither rushing up desperately, nor as if they had no intention of escaping, but all stared at this side with blank eyes.