Bull Rotten Bone couldn't figure it out, it was clear that his tribe had the advantage at the beginning, and the situation suddenly became difficult to clean up.

He regretted it a little at first, his own archery was too reckless, and he should delay more time so that the tribal boys could gather and clean up the famous barbarian orc shaman outside and the army he brought, but after being attacked on the other side, he launched a general attack without saying a word.

This is also normal, if you are an ordinary orc, you will not be without a reaction in the face of such a provocation, not to mention that the other party is still a character with a head and a face in the entire "Badlands", and he must be very angry.

So a torrent of green swept in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, Bull's regret and worry quickly dissipated, and although the other party's reaction speed was much faster than he expected, there was no fear on his ugly face, on the contrary, there was a cruel smile.

The reason is very simple, he found that the number of green skins under the green prophet was much smaller than he imagined, and there were more than 4,000 people in the full battle, half of whom were goblins, although they seemed to be fast cavalry, but how could the combat power be compared to the strong orc boy.

On the other hand, in their own tribe, there are three thousand five big orcs alone, not to mention thousands of goblin boys who can also participate in battles.

Brother is on top, these idiots who don't know life and death, with such a few people, they dare to take the initiative to provoke the great Blood Spear Tribe, their boss is afraid that he is not a fart!

The battles between the greenskin tribes are often very simple and rude, either relying on the strong personal strength of the chieftain or relying on the tactics of the sea of people, Bull is naturally very relieved of his own strength, and seeing that the number of boys is also several times that of the other party, his confidence immediately increased.

He suddenly changed his mind and shouted to the herald boy beside him:

"If you want the boys to stop the ink, come to the front door, there are so many of us, go out and kill them directly!"

The young shaman who had arrived with him agreed with the boss's rough approach, and he said confidently:

"Boss Bull, the shaman outside is only alone, or I should go and kill him!"

Bull shook his head.

"Hmph, you know a fart, that's the Green Prophet, don't look at him coming alone, he seems to be very bold, but it's actually very bad, and our goblin archers standing there can't shoot him, unless it's as strong as mine."

The newly awakened orc shaman suddenly realized.

"I understood, I wondered why he wasn't afraid of the boss's arrows, it turned out that it was because the distance was too far, this shaman was so cunning!"

Bull grinned:

"It's like this for anyone who can be a shaman, you still have to learn, it's okay, when our people come, you can go out and arrest him back, and let him know how good we are!"

………

Of course, the Green Prophet outside the stronghold didn't know that he had become someone else's target, but he didn't care, and he didn't even take an arrow in his face to heart, anyway, the fate of this green-skinned tribe called "Blood Spear" was already doomed.

Although it is one of the best forces in the surrounding area, it is said that there are tens of thousands of greenskins, but in the eyes of Urzago, it is nothing more than that, the "badlands" are originally a pattern of strong in the south and weak in the north, and greenskinned tribes of this scale abound in the south, which is nothing at all.

The previous "Iron Claw Tribe" was a special case, and that was also because of the birth of a rebellious figure like Godba, no, since his fall, the status and strength of the "Iron Claw Tribe" have plummeted.

There was only one tribe in the vicinity that deserved his attention, and unfortunately, it was not the one in front of him.

In the past, he wouldn't have taken the "Blood Spear Tribe" in his eyes, but now that he has joined the "Broken Claw Tribe", he can't look down on it at all.

In addition to its own strength, there is a more important reason, that is, the strong rise of its own tribe.

Only after truly integrating into it did he fully see how powerful the current "Broken Claw Tribe" contained.

Under the "Iron Rock", the veins of dimensional stone mined by the nezumi day and night, outside the "Iron Forge", the chimneys that spit black smoke one by one, the orcs and goblins born in groups in "Orgrimmar", and more strongholds that are being developed or newly built, all show amazing potential, not to mention those creatures from other races, who have also begun to gradually gather under the command of the stone.

Although he, like the other giant of the tribe, Old Rotten Fang, has reservations about this, the new ogre big man is okay, and the tribe seems to be getting too close lately, but there is no doubt that their confidence in their own boss and their own tribe is increasing day by day.

Especially Urzago, who had waited too long for this day, it was time to let the Greenskins of the Badlands who had only known about cannibalism all day long know that a strong man worthy of everyone's allegiance had appeared.

Anyone who resists the stone and becomes the most powerful green-skinned warlord will have only one end, and that is to turn into a corpse.

What he Green Prophet has to do is to clear all obstacles for this boss, even if it is the simplest work like the war book, he is willing to do it.

Well...... There was another reason that prompted him to come out single-handedly, and that was ...... The tobacco he had been given to himself had been smoked, and he couldn't see anyone else enjoying it, so he had to find this excuse, out of sight and out of mind.

To say that the tobacco is really a good thing, after smoking, it is particularly powerful, it seems to be aaagh! The energy induction has become stronger, correspondingly, use aaagh! The success rate when doing magic is also greatly improved.

Urzago has decided that he will apply with the boss when he goes back, and in the future, all the greenskins who awaken shamanic talents must learn to smoke, and they must be given more tobacco to him at that time, hehe, some of them will be his own.

As soon as he thought of this, the barbarian orc shaman's addiction to smoking was committed, and a trace of murderous aura flashed behind the bells and whistles of the wooden mask, and he quickly eliminated the tribe in front of him and went home to smoke!

As if sensing the resentment from the Green Prophet, the familiar explosion sounded again in the "Blood Spear Tribe", and the orc chieftain, who thought he was in control, quickly turned around and saw a rain of blood mixed with countless pieces of flesh not far away, and then the stronghold was instantly enveloped in cries and screams.

This time it was in the square in the center of the stronghold, and unlike before, it was not the buildings that suffered, but the green-skinned boys who were assembling, and they were just halfway through the assembly when they were torn to pieces by the artillery that fell from the sky.

The point was that this was just the beginning, and in the next few minutes, more than a dozen shells fell in a line, most of them accurately landing in the greenskins, and although the actual casualties were only in the hundreds, they dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the otherwise good ones.

As the leader of the tribe, Bull Rotten Bone certainly has much more insight than ordinary boys, and knows that the thunderous sound comes from some kind of terrible weapon, but the problem is that his subordinates don't know it, and they are all stunned at once.

I don't even know where the enemy is, and I don't have the strength to do anything, which is the most terrible!

The end result was that only most of the orcs were still moving to the front door without fear, and the many more goblin boys were completely confused, not listening to orders.

Bull was dumbfounded all of a sudden, but it was only through the orc shaman's reminder that he noticed the light and smoke rising from a small hill opposite.

the hair! The terrible weapons are out there!

The orc chieftain's eyes were full of ruthlessness, this war was different from what he imagined, in normal times, they just held the stronghold and waited for the enemy to attack, but not this time, staying in place will only become a live target for the enemy, if you want to achieve the final victory, there is only one way, that is, to kill out, overturn the enemy in front of you, and then destroy their weapon that emits thunder and flame!

Although they have suffered a terrible blow, the powerful orc warriors will not give in, and the brat who is about to arrive at the front door will not be less than the other party, and the victory will eventually belong to the blood spear!

Bull Rotten raised the red steel spear in his hand, symbolizing the tribal chieftain, and shouted:

"Open the door! Boys, Second Brother Mao is with you, I Boole Rotten Bone, the most powerful warrior of the Blood Spear Tribe, is also with you, let's kill it together! Kill all these idiots! aaaaaagh!