Section 3 Tribes

The raid ended almost instantly.

Seeing the most powerful boss being cut off in an instant, the goblins immediately lost the courage to continue the fight and screamed and tried to escape. The other two orcs tried to resist, but it didn't take much time to solve this minor problem.

"Master, your swordsmanship seems to have improved. As Ashrufat stopped to check his results, Carrie said suddenly.

"Yes. Ashruphat replied lightly.

"The redundant moves have been reduced a lot, which means you've improved a lot in your technique. But according to my calculations, if you can make some scientific changes...... You have at least 60 percent room for improvement. Keep in mind that even though you're far superior to a human, rigorous exercise can still boost your strength. ”

"I got it. Ashruphat said as he picked up the orc's head from the ground. This orc is tall and strong, and reacts faster than the other orcs. If it weren't for the raid, maybe it would have taken a little effort to clean him up. Regardless, the orc's head was cut off intact.

It was a large, ugly green skull, full of yellow teeth, the two thickest of which were the two fangs that flipped out of the mouth, one of which was still broken.

"Can we 'shapeshift' now?" Ashrufat asked.

"Alright, I've scanned and analyzed the appearance of this greenskin, simulating the details...... Master, please note that I will begin to activate the transformation ability of your armor. ”

Ashruphat noticed that his armor had reverted to its original form, a blood-red form entwined with a black mist. Then, the color of the armor changed, quickly changing from blood red to green, and then the armor seemed to soften suddenly, flowing like a layer of liquid, and in an instant, from "wearing" to "sticking".

The transition stabilized, the liquid solidified again, and Ashrufat suddenly realized that his hands had grown thick and large, and that they had some green tumors.

"It's done. Host, you can find a mirror or something to take a look at. ”

Ashrufat didn't bring a mirror, but that wasn't a problem at all. He picked up a green-skinned water bag from the ground (presumably made of Scrooge's skin) and poured all the water into a nearby pit. Then look at yourself at the puddle.

It was no longer his own body that was reflected in the water, but a large green-skinned orc!

And this change is not a false illusion, but this set of red blood armor has become a second skin, completely covering his real body. In other words, he put on a layer of orc skin.

What's even more amazing is that although his skin is actually made of armor at the moment, he still has a sense of touch. It's smooth to do any movement. The camouflage is perfect, and there are no flaws. The only problem at the moment is that because his hands have become very large, he can only hold the sword with one hand, and he can no longer hold it with both hands.

"Master, how do you feel?"

"Good. Ashrufat replied. "But is it getting too big?"

"No way, it's necessary to allow your joints to be flexible. Note, however, that armor has a limited amount of time to transform, and three hours a day must be spent on restorative adjustments. You'll be back to your normal self in three hours. To avoid your exposure, I have prepared a special magic illusion for you. But illusion can only obscure vision, and it is easy to be exposed. So you have to be as careful as possible during these three hours. ”

Well, with such a perfect disguise, it is possible to infiltrate a green-skinned tribe. But how do you get involved? Blatantly ask the leader to join? Or sneak into the camp at night and disguise yourself as a member of the camp? The leaders of the greenskins, who have hundreds or thousands of people, will not know every subordinate, so that there will be a chance to fish in troubled waters......

There was a faint sound from there, the crash of hollow barrels. Eshurufat looked at the source of the sound and immediately saw the shaking barrel in the car.

......

These ten minutes were the longest period of the goblin Grubb's life. He heard the sounds of battle outside, but the clash of blades and screams died away after only a few clicks. There was silence for the ensuing. Grubb realized that it was possible that the battle was over and that the victors had left. If he continues to be locked in this bucket like this, he will be weakened by hunger and will slowly die.

Grubb was caught by the Broken Tooth Boss four days ago. His clan fought with the Broken Tooth boss and lost the battle, leaving Grubb a prisoner. In this case, Grubb (just like a goblin would choose) immediately gives in to Broken Tooth and is willing to follow him, but Broken Tooth just laughs and seals him in the barrel. The barrel, with its spikes embedded in its walls, was a very effective torture tool, and from that day on, Grubb had to please the Broken Tooth Boss with his screams.

Now Grubb's body is covered with minor injuries from nails, the result of a few days of captivity. Whenever the barrel was not shaking (which is very rare), Grubb prayed to Brother Mao with great effort, and now it seems that Brother Mao heard some of his prayers. The toothbreaker who likes to torture him...... It should be dead.

One, two, three...... Shake it so hard! Grubb shook the barrel vigorously despite the pain of the spikes piercing his body, trying to knock it over. Only then will he have a chance to escape from this terrible cage. But suddenly, something outside negated Grubb's efforts, and the cask center of gravity stabilized again. Grubb realized that someone was outside the barrel at the moment.

The lid of the cask was then unscrewed from the outside. Since he had not seen sunlight for several days, Grubb was dizzy and unable to see for a short time. When he finally regained his vision, he saw one of the largest orcs he had ever seen looking at him curiously.

Grabb took a breath of cool air. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the corpses on the ground, some of them goblins, some of them orcs, and a wild boar. The head of the Broken Tooth Boss was being dumped on a stone not far away, and the body was further away. And the big orc in front of him was carrying a sword in his hand.

"Boss!" Grabb jumped out of the barrel and immediately fell to his knees before the orc. "Thank you, thank you......" He said all the words of praise, gratitude, and worship that could come to his mind at the moment, and he didn't even realize that the words he said were completely inexplicable.

But what made him desperate was that until he had used up all the words in his head, the big orc still seemed unmoved. Grubb almost saw himself being thrown back into the terrible barrel once again.

"What's your name. Finally, the orc spoke.

"Ge...... Grubb. My name is Grubb, boss, please let me join you!"

The green-skinned orc looked a little confused, and muttered a few words that Grubb didn't understand. Grubb immediately realized that there was only one orc in the four corners, and it was clear that this orc was still moving alone. Although he had taken out the Broken Tooth Boss's team, he was still alone, and he had no other subordinates yet.

"Boss, we can form a whole new tribe! You are the boss, and I am your first subordinate!" Grabb suddenly realized that he was already in motion. This orc is very powerful, he will quickly gather a tribe, and Grubb, in the process, will also become the boss's henchman. When the time comes, the goblins of those tribes will all have to listen to him and pay him good things one by one. What could be better for goblins?

"Okay! you're in!" the green-skinned orc slapped Grubb on the shoulder, nearly knocking Grubb to his knees.

"Boss, let's pack up the loot first!" Grabb immediately jumped into another car. It is home to some of the Broken Tooth tribe's last possessions. Grubb quickly found himself a beautiful (by goblin standards) armor, as well as a spear without a notch, and a long dagger suitable for goblins. There were other items that he had packed in a bag. As he did these things, the orc boss looked at him without saying a word. It was clear that these small trophies did not interest the boss.

"Boss, are you from somewhere else?" Grubb looked at his new boss with some flattery. He had never heard of such a number one person in this area, a boss who could resist and fight, but did not have a subordinate yet.

"I'm from ...... From the south!" replied the orc. "I just came here! I want to know the situation here!"

"Of course, of course, Boss. Grubb replied immediately. "What do you want to know?"

"Are all the tribes here that big?"

"No, Boss, it's all ...... It's all a small tribe after the big tribe disbanded! That's why it's only so big!"

“...... Disband...... So where are the big tribes now?"

"In the mountains...... To the north, the Iron Claw Fortress, where there are many large tribes, fighting for the Iron Claw Fortress. Grubb replied graciously. "So there's just a lot of small tribes here. If a boss wins a lot of battles and becomes a war boss and has many, many subordinates, he will leave here and go north. If a large tribe in the north is disbanded, the remaining boys will come here. Therefore, the tribes in this area are not very large. ”

"That'...... What do the tribes eat here?" the orc asked another question. It's a stupid question, but orcs aren't very smart in general, so Grubb doesn't doubt it at all.

"Eat something good, preferably meat. If we don't have meat, we eat mushrooms. Snot spirits grow mushrooms, and if there are a lot of mushrooms, we can also make mushroom wine. Boss, we don't have snot under us right now, but we'll be able to find one soon. I'll make a very good mushroom wine for the boss to drink. But let's find a few boys to join our tribe first. ”

Seeing that the boss was still a little confused, Grubb explained. "Orc boy. ”

"Let me ask you, what do the tribes here want most?"

"Boss, do you need to talk about it? of course take Ironclaw Fortress and have a refreshing Waaaaaagh...... All the tribes will come and join in!"

"What is ...... Waaaaagh？”

Grubb looked at the boss dumbfounded, how could he not even know what Waaaaaagh was?