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Section 28 surrounding

Although the green-skinned orcs have little intelligence, a boss is not in this category. To become a true warlord, a boss must be clever and violent, cunning and murderous. Bosses who fail to meet this requirement are usually eliminated in the never-ending wars within the Greenskin Tribe. The greenskins who really survived and finally ascended to the highest position are either really blessed by Brother Mao and are very lucky, or they are the smarter ones.

"Let's think about it, are those stupid big ones bought by the dwarf and want to deal with me?" was rejected just now, and in the blink of an eye we were going to talk about it again, and the Boss of Storm Teeth couldn't help but start to doubt. You must know that although those stupid big ones are stupid, they will occasionally play tricks. The greenskins also knew that the ogre's stupid appearance was actually very deceptive. This makes it so that when they want to play any tricks, others rarely guard against it.

At this time, the wolf rider boy who reported the news played a big role. He was afraid that his "great credit" would fly like this, so he desperately said good things for those stupid big guys. Later, he mentioned that he didn't want Boss Tyfangs to go to the ogre's camp alone (or with a few henchmen), but to meet him in the wilderness, and Boss Tyrant dispelled his suspicions.

As long as you bring the troops, it doesn't matter if those stupid big guys want to play some tricks. If the ogre really wants to fight, then it's good to fight, Greenskin is not a soft-footed shrimp who is afraid of fighting.

"Okay, go tell them, I agree!" but the Boss of the Tooth still played a trick, "but I'll choose the time and place...... Tell them that in three days' time, go to the big clearing in the col to the north. ”

It was a rare piece of flat land in the mountains, and the Tyrannical Boss could take all of his men there. When the time comes, it doesn't matter what tricks the stupid big guys want to play. Even if a dwarf or a nezumi bribed an ogre and tried to launch a surprise attack, there was no room for ambushes or anything like that.

The wolf rider boy took the order and left. It wasn't until he was far away that the Tyrant Tooth rose from his throne.

"Boys, let's go!"

"Where are you going, boss?" asked one of the guards, puzzled.

"Go to the big clearing. Boss Brug replied.

"But the boss...... Didn't you say...... Shall we come back in three days?" the guards were a little confused. "Where are the stupid big guys going in three days? ”

The Boss slapped his subordinate on the head, sending the smaller orc in a circle. "Of course we'll have to get over early, lest that stupid big guy and anyone else attack us!" roared the Tyrant Tooth Boss.

"Pass on my orders, and set off immediately! Whoever walks slower will feed him to Scroog!"

The journey wasn't very far, and the tribe of the Tyrant Tooth Boss had arrived in the clearing that day. It is indeed a large open space, which is very suitable as a battlefield. This is actually the reason why all the greenskins are so impressed by this clearing. Before the Dwarves and Ogre (and the Nezumen) appeared in the mountains, the Greenskins tribes fought each other, and everyone liked to choose this place as a battleground. Because there are no all kinds of things in the way, you can have a good fight.

However, Tyrantfang eventually rises to prominence in the Greenskins Scuffle, unifying all the Greenskins in the vicinity. It stands to reason that this usually means an outbreak of the Great Waaaaagh, that the Greenskins have gathered into a large army and left the mountains to conquer and plunder elsewhere. But at this time, the dwarves suddenly struck out, unprepared for the greenskins, and captured Karak-Grom in one fell swoop.

As a result, this future Waaaaagh was postponed indefinitely. The Tyranny Boss turned to the dwarves, and the two sides fought fiercely with each other for several rounds, and although there were winners and losers, the greenskins were never able to retake the dwarven fortress city. This has been even more true since the last big defeat. Of course, that failure was very unconvincing for the Greenskins. They also don't think they're losing. Isn't it true that the rats have been completely wiped out? Unconvinced, even the Boss of the Storm Teeth admits that the forces at hand are no longer enough to attack the enemy's city.

If those stupid big guys join the greenskins, things will get back on track. But if those stupid big ones join the dwarves...... I'm afraid things are getting a little tricky.

The Boss of Storm Teeth thought for a while, and then he knew what he should do. He had to bring all his troops here, so that those stupid big men knew the strength of the greenskins. In this way, whether it is negotiation or fighting, it will take a big advantage.

"Listen," Tyfangs soon found a few of his men, all of whom were wolfriders. As long as you are greenskin, you know that the wolf rider boy has always been slippery, "Go and look for me nearby, if there are any dwarves or rats hiding!"

The wolf riders took the order, and the Boss felt that things were in order. Now he just had to wait for the stupid big guys to arrive.

Time flies, two days pass in a blink of an eye.

That night, Tyrant Tooth slept soundly in his leader's tent. He dreamed that he had once again captured Karak-Grom, and was surrounded by his men, beating the damned dwarves to the ground. He dreamed that he had piled up the heads of dwarves into a high hill and stood on top of it to receive the adoring gaze of his men. It's just that I don't know what Lu Dao is for, but when he was proudly showing off his achievements, a group of Scotts rushed to his side, screaming non-stop.

Such a beautiful time was disturbed by a group of Scotts. The Boss of Tyrant Tooth couldn't help but be angry, and he yelled loudly, telling his subordinates to get Scroog away...... Then he woke up.

"What's going on?" said Boss Stormtooth came back from his dream. The reality is that the Scrooges are really screaming and waking him up. It must be said that in the silence of the night, a group of Scroogs were there shouting and screaming, and it was very noisy indeed.

"Boss!" a subordinate came in from outside the tent. "It seems that an enemy is attacking at night. ”

"Night attack, quick! Release Scroog out. The Boss ordered without thinking. This is also the most common trick used by the Greenskins to deal with night raids. Hordes of Scroogg's fangs have killed many of the mighty warriors who were alone.

This time, though, the Sgoogers seem to have run into something hard. After the Scroogs of the Greenskin Camp were released, Tyfangs could clearly hear the Scroogs rushing in one direction, followed by the roars and wails of beast fighting. This sound lasted for a long time, and finally slowly subsided.

There was such a big commotion, and at this moment, the entire Greenskin camp was already on alert. All the greenskins, whether orcs or goblins, have risen from their sleep and are ready for battle. However, in the face of the dark night outside, the Tyrant Tooth Boss did not recklessly lead his troops out of the city, but waited for the enemy's attack in his own fortified camp. But this time, things seem to be a little different. Except for the movement made by Skoog outside, no enemy launched an offensive.

Is it the elves, or the ogres? He could only wait patiently.

The east finally showed the whiteness of the fish's belly. The hazy morning light illuminated the mountainous area, which was about to become a battlefield. Now, the greenskins in the camp finally know who the enemy is. At this moment, outside the camp, countless nezumi were already lined up in battle formations, brandishing their weapons and making contemptuous or insulting gestures towards the greenskin camp. There were so many nezumi that they not only covered the entire flat land, but even the hillside on the side was full of nezumi troops. It was as if the entire mountainous area was covered with a layer of gray fur.

"It's the rats, haha!" said the Tyrant Tooth Boss as he patrolled his camp as he tried to boost the morale of his troops. "Good things are coming, boys. Those rats actually went up to the ground and let us have fun! Don't be afraid, one green skin can beat the three of them!"

That being said, but the words of the Boss of the Storm Teeth did not significantly improve the morale of his subordinates. The shrewd boys can see that the current comparison of numbers is not as simple as one to three. The underground rats have dispatched a large army this time, at least ten times as many as the greenskins.

"Boss...... Top dog...... Let's retreat!" A goblin cringed suggested to the Boss. "There are too many of them!"

"Pull you down, you can't run, they've already surrounded us!" Boss Brunzy wanted to settle this difference of opinion with the axe in his hand, but after thinking about it, he gave up. "Don't be afraid, boys! they don't dare come to attack our camp, or they would have come long ago!"

While the Tyrant Fang Boss was trying to mobilize the morale of his subordinates and prepare for a fierce battle, on the slope of the edge of this flat land, a rat-man lord with fiery red fur and an unusually tall stature was trying to command his subordinates.

"This way, this way!"

At his command, several huge war machines mounted on wheels were slowly pushed over and into a small clearing carved out by the nezumen. The other nezumi along the way panicked away from the flickering machine. Only the Engineer Warlocks from House Scurry were with their beloved war machines, their eyes glinting with madness.

These machines look a lot like cannons, strictly speaking, as if a cannon has been added to it with countless bits and pieces, piled up to form a gadget. A sickly green light pulsated above the machine, looking dangerous.

Ashruphat nodded at the unusual-looking group of engineers. "Let's test shoot first!" he ordered.

The latter immediately drove the slaves with the carts away and stood on the edge of the machine. They manipulated some gears to make some minor adjustments to the magic machine, pointing the muzzle towards the greenskinned camp in the distance.

It seems to be some kind of tacit understanding. All the engineering warlocks stretched out their claws together and flipped a switch on the magic glasses. A pair of goggles protruded from them, protecting the Engineers' eyes. After completing this preparatory action, the first Engineer Warlock pressed a switch on the magic machine.