Fourth Section Boss

"Boss, Waaaaagh is all the green-skinned boys gathered together, and all the things that fly are ......" Actually, it is really difficult to explain a well-known thing, explaining what Waaaaagh is as troublesome as explaining what is red, but Grubb still tried his best to explain it to the new boss. “...... Many, many green-skinned kids, becoming part of the 'big green'...... Then we can chop and chop them all and kill them all to the slag! And then everything good will be ours......"

The boss's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, because Grubb was too distracted, so he didn't notice it. Of course, even if he noticed, he didn't dare to doubt the boss.

"But, boss, let's get out of here first. Grubb looked at the crude vehicle beside him. Although the car is said to be made by a goblin, it is simple and rude, but it is also a good property. But he knew that he couldn't pull the car on his own. But it doesn't matter, he has such a boss who can fight, and soon he will have a lot of good things, a lot of this broken car.

It was noon, and Grubb was carrying his newfound spear, and he walked in front of him with vigour, opening the way for his new boss. After they had walked a long way, the new boss suddenly thought of something.

"Grubb, where are you taking me?"

"Go to the valley, boss, let's go to the valley of the fangs!" Grabb realized that the boss was an outsider, and he was not very familiar with the situation in the area. "There are a lot of kids over there...... The boy who lost the battle, the kid who didn't have the boss...... Scattered and scattered, they will all go there. A lot of the kids will call themselves bosses there. Of course, you can be the boss of the bosses, and all the boys will defect to you!"

Grubb triumphantly imagined what the future would bring. As long as he can become a henchman of the new boss, he can be a small boss when the time comes. The thought that he could use the power of the boss to call those orcs and make those who were bigger than him obediently obey his orders made his heart blossom.

"There's movement!" his new boss suddenly cried. Grubb was startled, but when he came back to his senses, he noticed a distant sound. It was a mixed voice, as if there was a group of centaurs coming this way, shouting and shouting.

He heard him right, because there was indeed a group of men coming this way. A group of goblins, numbering about twenty or so, were walking slowly along the forest path, followed by quite a few snot spirits. The goblins were scattered in formation, and quarrels broke out from time to time as they walked. Arguments range from who stole whose stuff to which guy had an extra bite for lunch.

Anyone could tell that the goblins were a scattered group, not an organized team. There was not a single leader among them. There is only one reason that can explain this situation, and that is that the tribe to which the goblins belong has just suffered a defeat, and the boss has been killed. These guys are all deserters from the battlefield who survived.

"Aha!" suddenly came from the front. All the goblins clenched their weapons alertly. Then, from the bushes on the side of the road jumped out of one of their kind, a green-skinned goblin.

"Grub!" cried the lead goblin. He knew this uninvited guest who had popped up out of nowhere, and in fact, they had belonged to the same tribe just a few days earlier. But the problem is that Grubb is theoretically dead. It is well known that in the previous battle (which led to the collapse of the tribe), Grubb became a captive of Broken Tooth, and the methods used by Broken Tooth to torture his captives are notorious even among the greenskins.

"It's me!" Grubb looked swaggering, his nostrils facing the sky. The other goblins also noticed that Grubb was dressed differently than usual. Grubb now wears a new suit of leather armor made of Scrooge's leather, holds an unnotched spear in his hand, and a short sword hanging from his waist. This outfit speaks volumes about the fact that Grubb certainly didn't escape from the Broken Tooth Boss out of luck – and even if he did, he wouldn't have been able to steal so much.

"Haven't you been caught by the Broken Tooth Boss?" asked a goblin.

"I've got rid of the Broken Tooth Boss!" replied Grabb triumphantly, shaking the spear in his hand. "From now on, you are all my subordinates!"

The goblins looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you, and then all of a sudden they all laughed in unison, one by one leaning forward and backward, unable to control themselves. Every goblin present knew that Douglab wasn't a good warrior and wasn't smart enough (otherwise he wouldn't have been caught by Broken Tooth Boss), and how dare he claim to be the Broken Tooth Boss?

"I've heard that Broken Tooth has been killed by Cyclops!" said one goblin. "You probably took that opportunity to escape. If the One-Eyed Boss knew that you dared to say such a thing, he would search the entire area and find the one who pinched you to death!"

"I'm not afraid of anything right now!" replied Grubb, aloud. "Because I'm following one of the most powerful bosses now!"

The goblins laughed again, but this time they couldn't finish laughing. Because Grubb turned his head and shouted to the rear, "Boss!"

With his shout, one of the largest orcs the goblins had ever seen stepped out from behind a large rock, sword in one hand. This orc is half a circle bigger than the boss they used to be.

"Boss, how dare they laugh at you!" Grubb complained to the boss as he smirked at the goblins. The orc boss let out a low growl as he waved his sword as a nearby tree thicker than a goblin's head was cut off.

All the goblins gasped, and the few at the back of the group were even ready to flee.

"Now, you're me, Captain Grubb's men, do you know what?!" Grubb stood beside the boss and announced triumphantly. All the goblins nodded busily.

"Long live the boss!" shouted a goblin standing in the rear.

"Hooray," the other goblins immediately shouted. They swept away their frustration and suddenly became elated. They had just joined a promising tribe and had a very powerful boss, and that was enough for the goblins.

"Okay, let's go to the valley and find some more scattered boys!"

The Valley of the Sharp Teeth is really very vivid. Because there are a lot of stalagmites growing here, it looks like fangs growing from the ground. So, it's not for nothing that it's a gathering place for the scattered greenskins. This terrain is naturally suitable for concealment. Here, as long as the movements are fast enough and the brains are smart enough, one person can avoid even ten thousand enemies.

In the beginning, perhaps simply because of the terrain, the remnants of the defeated tribes naturally fled here. Over time, however, it has taken on a different meaning. There are often some greenskins who have survived battles, especially those who have been small bosses in the past, and it is easy to deduce from the fact that the boss has not hung up that they are better than the bosses of the past. Since his past boss can be the boss, then he is naturally more qualified to be a boss. As a result, this greenskin will call himself the boss here, pull up a vote again, and embark on the road to hegemony.

However, this is not a good choice for Greenskin, who usually thinks that the king is the first and he is second, and the Greenskin will die in his first battle after becoming the boss (but there are some lucky enough or cunning enough guys to survive this test). The true traditional way for orcs is to wait until they are old enough, strong enough, have enough prestige, and have enough younger brothers under their command to find an opportunity (usually when the boss suffers a defeat) to break away from the original group and establish themselves as the boss. Of course, it would be even more perfect if he could kill the original boss and take all his younger brothers under his command.

However, for the clan's scattered greenskins, this orthodox approach will not work. And it's not without risk to pull up a vote in this green-skinned gathering place full of people who plan to call themselves bosses. Often, a greenskin has to be fierce and powerful enough to attract enough followers. In other words, he'll either have the size and strength to intimidate the other greenskins, or he'll have to slaughter a bunch of competitors to prove he's strong enough.

Now, the two orcs were standing face to face. Around them, more greenskins, orcs and goblins and snots, spontaneously formed a circle and looked at the two in the field.

These are the two leaders who have risen here during this time, the two strongest and the largest, and both of them call themselves the bosses. And to solve the question of who is the boss in the end, it is natural that there is only one way, a green-skinned way.

The two orcs, one with an axe and the other with a machete, glared at each other. The two orcs had each gathered a group of boys, and now, they were ready to make the last charge to the boss's throne.

The other greenskins crowded around, waiting for their new boss to be born.

This wait was not long, I don't know who roared, and the two orcs fought together in the blink of an eye. Axes and machetes staggered in the air, accompanied by a roar, and the two orcs each showed the basic qualities of a boss, strong, brutal, and ferocious. However, from an objective point of view, they can be said to be evenly matched in terms of strength, so this battle did not end all at once, but entered a protracted war.

The two bosses were so engrossed in the fight that their full attention was focused on each other, eager to take down their opponents, so they didn't notice the changes around them at all. They didn't notice the commotion in the greenskins gathered around them, and they all got out of the way, and they didn't notice an orc larger than them all walking towards them.

The battle was finally decided. One of the bosses lost his balance due to the force he used too hard, and his opponent slashed at the skull with an axe. The loser only had time to let out a scream, and the winner immediately made up for the second blow and cut off his head.

“Waaaaagh...... I'm the real boss!" shouted the victorious orc boss as he raised his axe and looked around with a swagger—only to notice that an orc half a head taller than him and half a circle thick had come to him. Before he could react, a sword sliced him in half from head to toe.

Grabb rushed up quickly, and he couldn't wait to take advantage of the boss's might.

"Listen, this is ...... Blood Banner Boss!Boss of all of you!" Grubb had an extra banner in his hand at some point, a banner that was originally painted with a red dragon, but because it was covered in blood when he was injured before, the pattern of this flag turned into a mess of red and black. God knows when Grubb got this.