Fang Growler prayed to the Lord of the Skull at the edge of the camp, looking forward to harvesting enough blood and heads in today's battle, hoping that the spoils could satisfy the great blood god.

At the same time, it hopes that all its dirty tribes will become fertilizers on the battlefield. It hopes that they will all fall into pools of blood and turn into corpses, allowing pure blood to wash away their dirty shells.

Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.

When blood is discharged, I descend, blood flows, I live, blood stops, I die.

The roarer silently recited this sentence in his heart. When the Eternal God-Selected Lord appeared before him, it was exactly this sentence he said.

This is the truth of the world, and the roaring fangs believe it without doubt.

A rusty shackle was handcuffed to the growler's wrist, and the other end hung in the air. As the green skin jingled, the unknown blood was floating on it.

"Follies are the strongest and never fail." The green skin covered his heart with the Lord of the Skull, the Holy Emblem, behind him, covering his heart, where a hideous scar almost covered his entire chest.

It seemed that some monster had inserted his sharp claws into the chest of Fang Growler and took out its heart.

"Today is a great day!" The roarer roared at the greenskin in the camp: "The war you have been waiting for for a long time is about to begin!"

The green skin in the camp did not give back, sleeping, fighting, and many people formed a circle, watching the two butts bite each other together.

As the teeth of gambling funds, there have been a small pile on the ground, and all the green skins are waiting attentively for the final decision.

"Puff!" A big foot fell from the sky, trampling one of the butts into a pool of meat paste, and the other one peed all over the floor on the spot.

Fangs and Roarer crushed the pile of meat under his feet hard, and roared loudly in the disappointed voices of the green skins around him: "Damn it! You gangs of miscellaneous! Take up my weapons! We are going to start a Waaagh!"

After hearing the word Waaaagh, the green skins obviously became energetic, but the effect was not obvious. It seemed that many green skins were still waiting for the following text of Fangs and Growler.

"I just think this new boss is not Waaagh at all, and it sounds like Waaagh is not passionate at all!" A green skin, who is taller than the other green skins muttered dissatisfied.

"I also think there is something wrong with this new boss." A muffled voice joined the discussion. If the Demon Hunter were here, he would definitely recognize that this was an iron boy transformed by the Iron Overlord. Obviously, he was lucky enough not to die in the previous battle.

"I want to be the new boss! I am the next Iron Boss! The Iron Boss is the most waaagh!" This iron boy had a rare patience in the middle of the green skin. He lurked in this new tribe for two meals, and finally confirmed that the new boss was not a waaagh guy at all.

Now it is about to usurp power!

All the green skins felt that there was something wrong with the new and old, so when someone stood up, these green skins were infuriated!

Fang Growler felt that he had lost his mind these days. He actually wanted to lead these idiots to fight. He should have sacrificed these guys blood to the Lord of the Skull to summon some useful helpers!

Which challenger is this? Now the rant can finally suppress the anger in his heart.

The iron boy stood up, and the iron boy was beaten into scrap iron!

Fangs and Roarers easily crushed the challenger. The opponent's head was smashed into his chest with an axe. The green skins around him quieted down, as if waiting for the next brave man to appear.

However, the Fang Growler was not going to wait anymore. He used his axe to chop up the tin boy who had lost his life and drew a complex pattern on the ground with his big axe.

The blood spread as the lines spread and filled the gully. The tin boy's head was taken out of its chest by the growler, and threw it into the middle of the formation along with his internal organs.

The green skins around him looked at the new and old man crazy with curiosity.

But when the tin boy's head suddenly widened his eyes, the greens exclaimed!

The pair of eyes dying with eyes were like goldfish that were not oxygen-deficient, looking straight into the void, opened its mouth, and a purple-black tongue fell out of its mouth.

At the broken corner of the head, black blood kept flowing out, like a black lake inside, gradually overflowing outside the formation.

In the strange and satisfied smile of the roarer, the green skin closest to him suddenly stiffened his body and fell straight into the black water, melting in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, the black water spreads faster, and blood-colored fog appears in the air. Within the range covered by the fog, it is like countless people whispering.

"Why don't you do it?"

"What are you hesitating about? Wave your mist, and the Blood God will reward you..."

"Blood, blood satisfy the great Lord of the Skull..."

"Do you want Waaagh? You can start now..."

With the Fangs and Roarer as the center, the blood-colored mist surrounding it is the thickest, and its back represents the increasingly bright symbol of terror, just as blood flows on it.

When the green skins began to feel something was wrong and planned to stay away from the new and old man, they found that the surroundings were already covered by black water and blood mist and could not leave at all.

As the Fang Growler kept cutting the wound with sharp weapons on his strong body, the blood in its body became part of the blood mist after leaving the body.

The blood mist suddenly looked like a bee swarm and selected a green skin and poured it into its nose, eyes, and ears.

The green skin was stunned for a moment and suddenly strangled his throat. The originally green skin began to turn red, and his strong body was stretched, bone spurs grew in the joints, and his head became slender and had long horns.

Under the testimony of other green skins, this pet, who belonged to the Blood God, suddenly exploded like a soap bubble.

The blood mist that had been poured into the green skin's body became thicker as if it had absorbed more nutrients, floating in the air, selecting the next parasite.

A green skin waved his weapon and shouted, "Waaagh! I'm not afraid of anything!" Then he disappeared into the blood mist.

A second later, the sound of chewing came from the fog, which seemed to be accompanied by a sigh of satisfaction with the food.

Fang Growler said to his fellow tribes: "Come on, let's have a good time!"

And a few kilometers away, the demon hunter sniffed hard, revealing a disgusting expression: "Chaos!"
Chapter completed!