Is Goff slower than Bloodaxe? Not necessarily.

Is one-eyed faster than iron teeth? Not necessarily.

When Iron Fang's wrath hits with a wind sharp enough to cut through his cheeks, One-Eye quickly realizes that even when he is out of breath, this powerful boss can smash himself against the wall and turn into a lump of mud.

There is no doubt that the arena is the biggest secret of the Gough clan is the biggest size among the orcs, and the waaagh reverberating in the arena is enough to rival a small battlefield, especially the duel between the two bosses, during this time, One-Eye feels that he has become much bigger again.

He's going to win, and then take this place, and make himself bigger, bigger, more agile, more terrifying, deadly!

One-eye's whole body gathered his strength and he jumped to the side, but just because the armor was hanging on the power tongs, he was completely knocked into the air and hit the wall.

Panting, his eyes are shining, his throat is tingling, but so what, he is Iron Tooth, he is the master of the Gough clan, he will become a "beast", return to Armageddon, and lead the boys again until he is killed by some shrimp black skin boss.

And he was destined to be the victor, Iron Fang raised his huge pincers and roared.

"waaaaaah...", before the end was finished, there was a bang, a loud roar, and a bomb pierced Iron Fang's throat, through his wound, through his throat, and if it was human, it would have died.

The huge hole in his neck, the blood flowed, he could breathe, his flesh began to try to heal, this time Iron Tooth was really angry, he looked at the damn Blood Axe clan that was bleeding from his own forehead.

"Ahh He couldn't breathe out clear words, the air followed his throat out, and he probably had to live on photosynthesis for a long time to come, and his delicious Scroog couldn't eat it.

Of course, he had to survive.

One-eyed against the wall, the only eye watching the situation, there was no cover, the angry beast charged like a calf, and the blood on his forehead made him unable to see.

Undoubtedly, a desperate situation, but One-Eyed feels happy, satisfied, this is the orcs, the abnormal race with self-destructive desires.

With a smile that was worse than crying, he raised his Katachan dagger and held it across his face, his iron teeth crashing into him like a tank.

The huge force slammed into the walls of the arena, the one-eyed body was loud like an explosion, and the marble walls of the arena were smashed and came out of abnormal smoke, as if it was coming by a crane.

Boom, the orcs watching from above fell from such a huge impact, and they got up and laughed at the miserable appearance of the people next to them.

One-eyed was in the darkness at the moment, he was wrapped, he was caught in the pincers of stone and iron teeth, he couldn't tell where it was, and he couldn't tell what he was facing...

This feeling is very familiar, he was bombarded by a large cart of shrimp, as if called... Lemon... Nus...

Blood flowed from one-eyed body, bleeding from every hole you could imagine, and the internal organs, bones, were crushed by a hydraulic press.

This is what the orcs worship, the strength of their size, the iron teeth gasping for breath, the pincers grabbing one-eyed neck and lifting him up, leaving a large hole in the wall of the arena as if it had been blown up by a cannonball.

The high-pitched waaagh stance once again strengthened the already powerful iron teeth, and at this moment he is like a god, and his brother is alive!

The one-eyed consciousness had flown to other places, and there was no doubt that it was probably not the real universe, and he saw in a daze the huge yellow orc, using his huge body, a huge body like a mountain and a silver star... Play cards?

He ignored me, am I not qualified?!

One-Eye thought so, but saw the huge giant in between playing cards, and glanced at him, with an expression that he will never forget, a smile.

One-Eye woke up suddenly, at the moment he felt that his body was not his own, his whole body was in pain, orcs didn't hurt much, but there was no doubt that he was going to die now.

Iron Tooth laughed. "What, boy, what are you going to do?"

One-Eye has no strength, probably not, but he still miraculously pulled away the thing around his waist with his hand, which is the tactical equipment of the shrimps, called a flashbang?

The black thing fell to the ground and rolled twice, Iron Tooth looked down, and after a moment the dazzling light shone brightly, Iron Tooth subconsciously let go of the clamp and covered his eyes.

Will fate and size dictate an orc for a lifetime?

It's a sudden, but it's a problem that One-Eye has always been plagued by, and it's very difficult for him to grow up as a special warfare kid.

Most orcs won't recognize him, and the Bloodaxe clan has long been weakened, he was born in a very small tribe, subject to militarized management, fixed a few points to brush his teeth, take a bath, run drills, shoot, and fight.

In the eyes of ordinary orcs, they are masochistic, meaningless, and stupid, they think, whether it is fighting or fighting, the special warfare boys are not doing well!

And this is the thing that One-Eye has heard the most in his life, but at this moment, such a thing is over!

In the dazzling light, the sharp Katachan dagger slashed through the belly of the iron fang, and the thick green intestines of the orcs flowed out.

Iron teeth hoarse, screaming in pain. "Ahhh

But the sharp blade cut through his muscles, skin, and fat, causing his organs to flow out and all over the ground, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw One-Eye shove something with a wooden handle into his stomach.

"What are you doing?!"

One-Eye didn't speak, just stepped back quickly, Iron Tooth angrily raising his huge pincers, he only needed one moment to break open the goddamn orc's head!

But after a moment, the sound echoed in his stomach, he was not stupid, he was not afraid of death, but he soon realized that his happiness, war, excitement, was going to be far away from him?

He had a pity, I don't want to die, I want to... waaaagh… Think...

“waaaaagh！”

Boom, a burst of smoke of black powder, explosion, with green-skinned flesh, the once invincible iron-toothed boss was blown off by the waist, wet flesh, green skin, hanging on the arena, everywhere.

He's still not dead, but his expression is painful, he's leaving this world, he can't continue to fight?

One-Eyed staggered to his feet, he was in terrible shape, and he walked slowly to Iron Fang's side, raised his large pistol, and aimed it at the head of the Waaghboss.

Then calmly said. "It's a good fight, I'm not going to kill you."

He raised his hand and shot into the sky. "Call the madman! I want this guy to continue to live, for us to set off a bigger waaaagh! ”

Iron Tooth was surprised, not that he was afraid of the crazy medical treatment of the doctors, but that he said. "I'm going to take your place!"

One-Eye replied. "Then come, I'm not afraid, if you succeed, it means that I'm nothing more than that."

The madman and the boys left with the huge iron teeth 2/1, leaving only a silent arena, and soon the boys realized what had happened, and they erupted into something that had never been seen before, huge.

“waaaaagh！”