The camp was decorated with blue orc-faced flags, heavy metal music, and an orc warlord in heavy armor was lying on a large statue seat large enough for five or six people, a place where some human hero might have sat before.

The fart hairstylist stood behind his chair, holding all sorts of strange creatures with long hair, and when they were attached to the warlord's head, they would bite hard and turn into hair.

Other orcs were...

"Papapa, Gragra, Waaagh, Wuhu."

"We are the strongest, we are the biggest, I am the happiest~"

They're in the fun...

The warlord looked in the mirror and shouted. "Boy, big click!"

The thing called the big click is a heavy explosive shotgun often used by the Taiwan Star Army, but it has been completely transformed by the orcs at the moment, and the body of the gun, which can only be stuffed with noble explosive shells, is stuffed with a lot of messy things, and is held by the kid.

Then you can see bullets of various calibers placed in the ammunition box like various nuts, and you can take a random handful and stuff it into it, and it will burst with black smoke.

This is in the Empire, and the bombing is a machine soul to see that you are usually very good to it, but all loyal machines are so temperamental in the hands of orcs.

On more than one occasion, the Mechanics tried to decipher where the orcs' magical mechanical abilities came from, and all they got in the end was a cluster of mushrooms and rotten meat.

The sound of violent gunfire and the pounding of heavy metal echoed through the ruins of the human empire, and the boys with blue gadgets on their faces drove the dirty blue cars on the runway where the empire's machinery once flowed.

The car dropped a lot of scrap as it drove away, and there were a group of farts picking up garbage behind it, and the dead orcs on the car looked at the farts spirits, drank and laughed, and poured in the mouthful of fermented mushroom beer, or fungal beer, as for whether that thing had alcohol or not, no one knows.

Pale green foaming liquid sprinkled on the face of the well-dressed green-skinned boy, who wore goggles and was dressed in black and green clothes, completely different from those messy guys, and his scarlet eyes were only one good, and the other was blind and had a terrifying white glow.

He looked expressionless, with a little disgust, at the kids on the side of the road who had picked up the equipment of the human army, and they were chattering and discussing.

"I think, I think, there are so many glowing little clicks in the shrimp, I can tie it together and make a big click, the boss will definitely praise us!"

That kid was also a man of action, and it only took a moment for him to start looking unconscious with the mechanical sect, and the astral army watched as the trembling technology tied the energy units of the four laser guns together with his bare hands, and then pulled the trigger.

The sound of whizzing beams became dense and terrifying, and the intense light melted the fortified alloy walls used by the Empire's former outposts into red iron juice.

"Wuhu, the boss looks at my big click!"

The orc, who was called, the boss, rubbed his head, he was trying on all kinds of different hair Scroogs, and he felt that the cockscomb was not beautiful enough, and said to his hairstylist. "I'm looking for a hairstyle that's cool, beautiful, and accentuates my green color."

Then the fart hairstylist understood and tore off all the hairstyles of Scroog, revealing the big green bald head.

"Perfect!"

The boss sighed, saw the laser click, and stretched out his hand to grab it. "I'm done!"

The poor clever boy walked away with his head down, and when he tried to do it again, he found that he would never be able to put it together again.

And the strangely dressed orc boy walked up to the playful boss with a straight face, and he yelled and cursed.

"The support of the shrimp is coming, we haven't taken the shrimp capital yet, but you are playing with the boys?"

The Dead Skull Boss rubbed his ears and pulled out a cloud of green mud and rubbed it on the yelling boy's face.

"Shut up, I know what you came from with a blood axe, I know."

"But there are too many scouting sites for those shrimps, and you're just hired by me."

"I don't need you to be more attentive than me, Bloodaxe bastard."

"I am, boss."

The Bloodaxe bastard, also known as One-Eye, is a Bloodaxe Clan orc and a special operations kid who came here with his own brat to make money from the garbage guys, but it's not the first time he's seen this group of undisciplined guys defile the Fighting Chance.

He likes to play, especially with his dagger to slit the neck of an unwitting shrimp, but war is even more important.

The special operations kid scolded the boss back. "I want to prove that Linghua's teeth are worth the money, and now, the outpost on the south side of the human city, I'll get rid of it for you."

The Deadhead Orc Boss exhaled a long hot breath, he had just chewed a piece of the laser gun's battery in his mouth, and he didn't slow down for a while.

Or the fart hairstylist next to him answered. "Boss mean, you go and try."

The one-eyed of the Blood Axe Clan, feeling a great insult, he called his special operations boys, and disappeared into the forest, he wanted to prove that he was right.

They turned over the dense fern forest, machetes chopping through the stray leaves, but there was not a sound.

But Unaware of the moment, One-Eye's Special Operations Kid, following the one behind his ass, suddenly pulled out his weapon and stabbed his body with a dagger.

But One-Eye, who had been in a hundred battles, quickly turned around and pulled out a sharp, clean, unnotched, sharp dagger against the boy's dagger.

"What are you doing, Ganlo!" One-eyed scolding.

The orc held a machete. "This dagger is mine, our trophy!"

"No, it's mine!" On the side of the one-eyed blade, the orc's throat was slashed, but such a wound would never be fatal for an orc.

Ganlo clutched his throat and quickly surrendered.

One-eyed scolded and scolded. "On the last planet with a sea, you should be killed by shrimp."

They continued to march silently, while the dagger that One-Eye tended to himself on the way, the beautiful weapon with serrated teeth and long blades.

Unlike other shrimp weapons, it doesn't have a roaring chainsaw or a glittering golden fist, but it's quiet, deadly, and easy to carry.

It was a weapon of the human shrimp from Katachan, and one-eyed's favorite trophy, they were good opponents, not as weak as the others, and very good at hiding themselves, and soon, he crawled out of his memories and sank into the forest again.

This is his favorite thing, because One-Eye has always felt that Brother Mao's favorite tactic is to hide, otherwise how can the green skin have green, this is the hidden color!

A group of orcs slowly groped forward, there were only 4-5 of them, but they used bombs, and there were individual blasters, or rumbling things or something, he didn't know himself, anyway, he loved what to call it.

One-Eye peeled back the forest, and in the distance, far away from the forest was a two-story Imperial outpost filled with wire fences, trenches, and heavy clicks, with large numbers written on them.

Number 3.