Under the dark night sky, the rolling mountains are like sleeping beasts, hiding hides hideous faces and sharp claws.

There is only one exception, "Thunder Mountain", which is also the "Giant Tooth Mountain" in the mouth of the "Broken Tooth Tribe".

The highest peak of the "Thunder Mountains" did not fall asleep, on the contrary, the roaring bonfire lit up the place as if it were daylight, and countless green skins were swarming around like busy ants, as if a grand party was being held.

Judging from the movement created, this party was undoubtedly a success, in addition to the ubiquitous noise, there were also orcs lying on the ground sleeping everywhere, but as the owner of this place, Ogrot did not have any smug look on his face.

The dissatisfaction in his eyes is growing rapidly, on the one hand, it comes from the iron lump, galloping on his own territory like entering a no-man's land, and after a while, he will rush out a hundred meters, and if he continues like this, it is really possible for him to kill out.

On the other hand, it was the performance of his own boys that aroused the anger in his chest.

Are they stuffed with mushrooms in their heads? I have emphasized discipline for so long, and I have forgotten all about drinking some wine, and one or two have actually done it with my own people!

Ogrot was so angry that they had an absolute advantage in their men, but they completely forgot about their mission and were immersed in the fight with their own kind.

It turns out that he, a black orc from the "dark lands", still underestimates the aggressive nature of ordinary orcs.

This kind of nature is like bees collecting honey and migratory birds flying south, it is carved into the bones, and no external object can change it.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have wasted so much time training troops before, and I would have called myself a "warlord" earlier, and I would have been killed and it would have been over.

The more he thought about it, the more angry the black orc chieftain became, his face was solemn, if it weren't for his inconvenience now, he would have wanted to rush up and hammer those boys who were fighting in the nest into meat sauce.

But the most important thing right now is to stop that iron bump.

"Griez! You bring people over! Kill them! ”

Ogrot shouted to a large black orc man with black pigtails beside him.

"Okay, Boss!"

The black-braided orc agreed, without any expression on his face, but when he opened his mouth to answer, he actually showed a mouthful of pitch-black teeth, which could not be seen at all, like an abyssal giant mouth.

Almost every greenskin tribe has a personal guard directly under the chief, which is composed of the strongest and most capable fierce men, just like the "Broken Tooth Guard" of the "Broken Claw Tribe".

The "Broken Tooth Tribe" is no exception, their personal guard is called the "Black Tooth Guard", there are a total of 500 people, all of them are big guys without exception, no, to be precise, they are all big guys out of ten.

The greenskins of each of the "Broken Tooth Tribe" are proud to be part of the "Blacktooth Guard", and they are willing to pay with their lives for it, the most typical example is the orcs who fought against the giant Squigg just now, and before the duel was over, more than half of them were already killed and wounded.

Such a brutal and rigorous selection still could not stop the determination of ordinary orcs to aspire to join the pro-guard, because it was a symbol of strength and status.

In the "Broken Tooth Tribe", black teeth are even more respectable than the hair on their heads.

This is because the Blacktooth Guards have a tradition that only they are entitled to paint their teeth black, and the more teeth they have, the more enemies they kill.

The enemies here refer to the level of the big guy or above.

Ordinary orcs are no longer in their eyes.

As you can imagine, it is not easy to dominate these fierce people.

But Gritz did.

Like other big guys, he has a burly figure and a fierce appearance, with hair on his head Squigg and a mouthful of completely black teeth symbolizing the identity and status of a strong man, but the reason why he can stand out and become the leader of the pro-guard team is not only because of his strong body and the identity of a black orc like Ogrot, but more importantly, he has a brain.

That's what O'Grot values the most.

After receiving the boss's order, Gritz did not stupidly lead people to rush over, but asked the people of the "Blacktooth Guard" to take off all the heavy armor on their bodies, and he himself was the same.

The big guys who looked unruly didn't even raise any objections, and they began to take off without saying a word, and after a metallic sound, all the people of the pro-guard were shirtless, leaving only a pair of linen shorts, revealing a tendon meat comparable to that of a fitness instructor without reservation.

"Brethren! What do you see? An enemy? No! I saw shame and glory! If that guy runs away, then it will be a shame that the Broken Tooth Tribe will never be able to wash away, but if you kill him, it will be our glory! Tell me! Are you going to be ashamed? Or glory? ”

"Glory!!" "Glory!!"

The five hundred** orc macho man raised his weapon high and let out a deafening roar.

With just a few words, Gritz mobilized the morale of the big guys of the pro-guard team, and in Ogrot's appreciative eyes, he was the first to take the lead and rush out!

"Glory to the Black Tooth!"

Don't look at these big guys, they are all strong and strong, and they are not slow to run, especially after taking off the armor that weighs hundreds of pounds on their bodies, they are not inferior to the orc boy riding a wild boar.

That's what Gritz really intended.

Since the appearance of that iron bump, his realization has not left, and he soon found that the reason why the other party can rampage in the crowd is that the biggest reliance is nothing more than speed, if you want to stop him, you must travel lightly, otherwise when the guards run over, you can't even see the opponent's ass.

As for combat effectiveness, he believed that even with his bare hands, his brothers would be able to tear each other to shreds.

Griez's choice of route is also simple and crude, it is a straight line, but the target is not the iron lump that is still moving at high speed, but the fortress gate not far away.

His idea was simple, as long as he arrived at the door before the other party.

It was like a race, the distance between the two was about the same, and the stone side was faster, but he had to constantly avoid the dense crowd ahead, and although the general direction was correct, sometimes he had to take a detour.

On the side of the "Black Tooth Guard", although the speed is slow, the route is clear, and it is enough to rush forward in a daze.

Although from time to time there were some green skins in front of them, Griez didn't talk nonsense, and went up directly to punch and kick, regardless of life or death, all of them were scattered.

Where are the orcs who are fighting separately are the opponents of these big guys, some of them are lucky to be beaten and want to fight back, but when they see that it is the menacing "Black Tooth Guard", they immediately coaxed, obediently followed them, and killed them together, as for those who were unlucky, they had already fallen in a pool of blood.

O'Groat, who saw all this not far away, not only did not get angry, but finally showed an ugly smile that he had not seen for a long time.

That's it, it doesn't matter if those disobedient orcs die, what he saw was that more and more boys followed Gritz and the "Blacktooth Guard" in the moon, regrouped, and rushed towards the gate of the fortress in front, looking at this speed, he should be able to arrive one step ahead of that iron bump, and then even if the other party is faster, he can't escape from the palm of his hand!