Fangs and Roarers suppressed the burning anger in his heart, which was not easy for this big guy who was more than three meters tall.

The rage from the Lord of the Skull almost boiled through the body of the Fangs and Growler. The dark green skin, which was originally different from other green skins, turned into a dark red like a cooked crab.

But these green-skinned new and old bosses finally suppressed their emotions. They convinced themselves with their remaining reason that if they want to please the great blood god, they must first gather enough subordinates.

After all, the little shrimp, who was valued by the Blood God, is now living in the castle and has a large group of subordinates to protect it.

Fang Growler casually twisted a green-skinned neck beside him, and the huge force in his hand made it pull the unlucky guy's neck directly off his body.

The green-skinned muscles were broken, and a spine was pulled out of the chest along with the head, and the hot blood poured the murderer over.

Fangs and Roarer breathed a sigh of relief, and the blood of the same clan calmed the boiling blood in its body, and sootheed the great power of the true god in his heart, allowing it to be temporarily satisfied.

Seeing that his new and old man took action to kill a green skin, the other green skins wandering around him were fearless, many people even sneered at him and discussed the strangeness of the new and old man in private.

"I was thinking, the new and old man were a little strange, and its killing method was not at all." A green-skinned rant said in a low voice, "I think it's more Waaagh to the Iron Boy. I miss the smell of Iron Boy."

Unfortunately, the Greenskins obviously did not point out their skills to whisper, and their mouth structure obviously did not support this behavior. The Greenskinskins' words could almost be heard by everyone in the camp.

However, other green skins obviously do not have this awareness. They seem to think that their new and old bosses cannot hear such "private" conversations, so many green skins joined the discussion group.

For a moment, the camp was in full swing and it was very lively.

A green skin without eyesight walked to the Fangs and Roarer and dragged away the headless corpse at the other party's feet.

Several green skins with thick-backed machetes gathered together, "Douldou!Dou!" and chopped the corpse into pieces, then dug a few shallow pits in the corner of the camp, threw the corpse in, kicked some soil with its feet, and buried it.

Fangs Growler felt his anger boiling again, and he wanted to chop everything in front of him into pieces. Only the remains of the corpse, the internal organs flowing with blood, and death itself could fill its soul.

But it's not enough. His subordinates are not enough. The rant uses his axe to chop a big tree beside him to vent his anger.

It's not enough, it needs to recruit more green skins and drive them to fight with the little human shrimps, so that it has a chance to find the target of the Blood God.

His blood and his flesh will give him more gifts. The Blood God has always been generous to his believers. The Growler intends to keep the bones of the little human shrimp and make his own necklace.

The observer lurking in the dark held his breath, recording the difference between the Growler and the other greenskins, which Alex is much more threatening than the other greenskins.

The demon hunter, who has always believed in the blood god, was now huddling with Marx in the temporary blacksmith shop of the dwarf Groyin.

"I want you to build a batch of spears with a length of more than three meters, with a full metal structure, and a structure that can be detached in segments. Is there any problem?" Xu Yichen described the weapons used by the slave soldiers during the mission.

Although the length has been shrunk by the Demon Hunter, it has to be admitted that this simple weapon produced by the Witch Kings is very suitable for militia who have not received much training.

This is a weapon that does not require much training. As long as there are enough people, enough courage, and posing in a dense formation, you can exert lethality.

Just now, the Demon Hunter had just explained the tactics of those slave soldiers to Marx in detail. Maxi also believed that the militias guided by themselves did not lack the courage of colonists.

The Demon Hunter plans to temporarily use this weapon as a replacement product. In the long run, the front-mounted gunpowder gun that Greenskin once used is the first choice for militiamen.

However, it was this simple alternative product, the dwarf Ge Luoyin still shook his head: "I'm afraid that the weapon you want first will not be able to be realized in a short period of time."

"First of all, the iron ingots I brought have been used. Secondly, my current level is still unavailable to create a spear that is three meters long and still guarantees a uniform texture." The dwarf spread his hands, as if he felt that his professional field was offended: "And, you are still for ordinary people. Are you sure that this weapon weighing more than seventy pounds can they play with?"

After listening to the dwarf's words, Xu Yichen carefully recalled the super spears, as if the metallic color was closer to the color of aluminum alloy.

"And the head, the removable spear used by the slave soldiers, is not a traditional mechanical connection at the interface. I have studied that thing carefully." Angus, who had just finished breakfast, listened to the side for a while and said to the Demon Hunter: "Those weapons are connected by magic patterns at the interface, and I guess it should be related to magnetism."

The Demon Hunter did not expect that the slave soldiers on the New World had so many ways to use weapons, and they had left themselves more than one street behind in technology.

A group of mages gathered together without restraining them. The imagination and productivity that burst out were simply eye-catching!

Marx patted Xu Yichen on the shoulder: "It's okay, my friend. When those people find their own path, even if they don't have the right weapons, they will be the most elite warriors. Any change is accompanied by bloodshed, and they are ready for this."

"Instead of worrying about the weapons of the militia, you should be more worried about the iron ore problems." The dwarf Groyin glanced at the direction of the mine: "Based on my years of experience, you must have discovered a rich mine, right?"

The Demon Hunter shrugged. He did not keep this matter secret at the beginning. At that time, Xu Yichen felt that Antoine would not dare to cause trouble for him because of this iron ore.

Even now, he still has this idea. With the improvement of his personal strength, Xu Yichen already has the capital to make a sound with his own strength.

"I can't guarantee the safety of the lives of those militiamen with the mine to me, but I can guarantee that they will all be wearing metal armor within two months." The dwarf Groyin said confidently.

PS: The eighth day of the lunar month begins to resume two updates every day, the holiday is about to end, I go back from my hometown on the night of the lunar month, take a day off on the seventh day of the lunar month, and start to update normally. PS: This chapter is too late~ So there is no school team, so I will check the typos tomorrow~ PS: Thank you book friend @Zhibai Xiaohei for the reward, thank you book friend @Jiangnan Shaodong's family for the reward, thank you book friend @吧吧官网 for the reward (This guy carries a card for a retired veteran in the COC regiment, is proficient in first aid, I ran the second half of the journey on his behalf, and the first aid is almost 100% successful...invincible!)
Chapter completed!