Think about it every day: Disgust with an ugly retreat does not mean indifference. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

After the Orc canteen is loaded with bombs, the servo skull equipped with a mechanical arm is like a hard-working little bee, going in and out of Victor's hiding place, installing time bombs in the Oak warehouse, over the intersection aisle, the auxiliary engine room, the arsenal where weapons and equipment are placed, and other important locations of the Oak Fortress.

Everything is ready, just wait for the east wind.

Time passed bit by bit, and the time bomb installed over the Orc canteen exploded first.

At that time, the Orcs were still holding various competitions, and the bodies of the losers were dragged by the farts to the corners, where the corpses were piled up and bleeding, but neither the Orcs nor the butts who were participating in the competition cared about it.

Orcs have always taken death lightly, and the lost corpses will be thrown back into the mushroom pit, the birthplace of all Orcs, and the rotting corpses will provide nourishment for the next generation of Orcs, and their souls will merge with the great second brother in subspace to become the eternal navigator of the super space ancient giant. (Narrator: Orcs think it's a joy to be one of these navigators.)

Therefore, the greenskins are not afraid of the soul-devouring evil gods in the subspace that make other races grovel in fear, and the great second brother will protect them.

Just as the Orcs were playing hard, the top of their heads exploded without warning, and a shockwave carrying a large number of steel fragments and flames fell from the sky (narrator: Justice from the sky~), instantly sweeping all the Orcs and fart spirits in the cafeteria hall.

Screams and shouts filled the hall, and a black, still burning corpse took the place of the broken lamp, illuminating the hall with its dim firelight, and the emaciated farts had been wiped out, leaving only a few armored Oak bosses and some crusty boys surviving.

"Good deeds that technician kid did......"

An Orc growled, its left arm severed by a shrapnel still burning with unquenched flames, making the Orc look like a demon.

The few lucky Oak boys replied in unison.

"I don't know, boss......"

"I suspect that one of us has just woken up nervous kids, otherwise why would there have been a sudden explosion."

No wonder the surviving Orcs are so suspicious, because there are often technician boys who are inspired to become great technologists to use their own exercises to do experiments on their own people, of course, this kind of thing is not allowed, but as long as the victims are all dead, who will go to it for bad luck?

There is also the Nervous Kid, the Nervous Boy is the name of the Greenskin for those gods chattering, crazy and crazy Greenskin, the Nervous Boy is the psyker among the Orcs, and the difference between them and the Psionic is that the Nervous Boy does not draw energy from the subspace to release psionic energy, but subconsciously obtains biological energy from himself and his companions around him to achieve the same purpose. When a large group of agitated greenskins gathers together, the resonance of their biofield can bring endless biological energy to the nervous kids.

Therefore, when the Orcs hold all kinds of blood-boiling competitions, there are often neuro boys who rely on their instincts to absorb enough human spiritual energy in the emotions of the surrounding Orcs, so as to become a god-like nervous boy.

And at this time, most of the greenskins who become nervous boys by natural instinct don't know how to control this power at first, for example, these fledgling greenskins are sometimes just huddled in the middle of a group of excitedly shouting greenskins, watching with great interest the game between the two orcs in the field, and suddenly, they feel an irrepressible impulse in their hearts, and then they soon begin to have Venus in their eyes, and a trace of electric arc is forked on the door of their heads, Sparkling sparks begin to burst out of their mouths, noses, and ears, and if they still don't know what to do, their green heads will explode like overripe watermelons.

Those who survived this kind of accident reacted relatively quickly at this time, and knew how to quickly find a few targets to release this energy, so, phew! Bang! Bang! The brains of the other boys around it exploded. After a moment of confusion, the perpetrator looked left and right and no one noticed it, so he whistled and slipped away, pretending that nothing was right.

Therefore, the Orcs who suffered from both did not suspect that an enemy was lurking in, but subconsciously thought that another technician boy or nerve boy who had just gone out was coming to wreak havoc.

And just as the surviving Orcs were furious and trying to find the prisoner in the crowd, there was an echo of explosions in the distance, as if someone was beating the war drum in the distance.

"Boss, I wonder if someone is deliberately sabotaging this......

The explosions sounded one after another, the high-explosive bomb exploded with the greatest momentum, and the shrapnel carried by the shock wave brought huge casualties to the Orcs, only the Orc leader and the hard-skinned boy wearing heavy armor could survive with the armor on their bodies, and the explosion damaged the internal machinery of the Orc Fortress countless, and the flames brought by the high temperature ignited some flammable objects, and the farts were busy fighting the fire, often ignited by the flames, and were burned into charcoal in the screams.

The incendiary bombs placed in the material warehouse, when they exploded, the flames were even more unstoppable, causing the most damage, burning orange flames like a diligent painter, painted black everywhere they went, whether it was a lively green skin or a mountain of materials, they were destined to be burned by the flames, and the entire warehouse used by the Orcs to store war materials was ablaze.

Driven by the leaders of the Oaks, the firefighters rushed into the fire with flamethrowers filled with water, trying to use the water to extinguish the fire and salvage some supplies.

However, the incendiary bomb transformed by the Victor mechanical non-commissioned officer will not be easily extinguished, and the viscous incendiary bomb fuel is washed away by the clear water, but because the burning fuel is diluted, the clear water brings a large amount of oxygen, and the flame is supplemented by oxygen and burns even more, the temperature instantly jumps from more than seven or eight hundred degrees to thousands of degrees, and the protective suit of the arson boy has begun to be unbearable, and it has melted.

And then something even more intriguing happened.

In addition to storing the steel waste and wood used to build weapons and equipment, there is also a large amount of black oil squeezed out of grease Scrooge stored in some sealed iron barrels, and now because of the soaring temperature, the iron barrels have been roasted red, and after the black oil stored in it reaches the ignition temperature, the iron barrels have exploded, and the black oil sputtered out has added new fuel to the upcoming fire, and the flames have been out of control since then, and they have spread out from the warehouse.

And at this moment, while the Orks and the fart spirits were all gathered at the fire point and were busy fighting the fire, Victor quietly slipped out of his hiding place and walked quickly to the secret warehouse of the fart spirits.