Chapter 295

The tusk growler prayed to the master of skull at the edge of the camp, expecting to harvest enough blood and head in today's battle, hoping that the spoils would satisfy the great God of blood.

At the same time, it hopes that all of its dirty cousins will become fertilizer on the battlefield. It expects all of them to fall into a pool of blood and become a corpse, and let the pure blood wash their dirty driving shells.

Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.

Blood out, I fall, blood flow, I live, blood stop, I die.

The roarer silently recites this sentence in his heart. When the immortal god elect appears in front of him, it is this sentence that he says.

This is the truth of the world, which the fangs roar firmly believe.

A rusty shackle was on the grower's wrist, and the other end was hanging in the air, jingling with the movement of green skin, and the unknown blood light floated on it.

"Fangs, the strongest, never fail." The green skin with the holy emblem of the head of the skull, covering the position of his heart, said that there was a ferocious scar almost covering the whole chest.

It seems that some monster has put its sharp claws into the chest of the tusk growler and pulled out its heart.

"Today, it's a great day!" The growler roared at the green skin in the camp: "the long-awaited war is about to begin!"

The green skin in the camp didn't give any feedback, sleeping, fighting and fighting. Many people formed a circle and watched two farts biting each other together.

As a gambler's tooth, has piled a small pile on the ground, all green skin are attentively waiting for the final victory or defeat.

"Poof!" A big foot came down from the sky and trampled one of the farts into a pool of meat mud. The other fart essence urinated on the spot.

The fangs growler crushed the mud under his feet, and roared in the disappointed voices of the green skins around him: "I'll kill you! You bastards! Take up your arms! We're going to start a Waaagh

After hearing the word waaaagh, the green skins obviously aroused a lot of spirit, but the effect was not obvious. It seems that many green skins are still waiting for the following of fangs · growers.

"I just don't think the new boss is Waaagh at all. It sounds like Waaagh is not passionate at all!" A bigger green than the other green skin murmured discontentedly.

"I also think there is something wrong with the new boss." A muffled voice joined the discussion. If the demon hunter was here, he would surely recognize that he was a tin boy transformed by iron overlord. Obviously, he was lucky not to die in the previous battle.

"I want to be the new boss! I am the next iron overlord! Iron overlord Waaagh The tin boy had some green skin and little patience. He had been lurking in the new tribe for two meals, and finally determined that the new boss was not Waaagh at all.

Now it's going to usurp power!

All the green skins felt that there was something wrong with the new boss, so when someone stood up, the green skins were boiling!

The tusk growler thinks that he has lost his mind these days. He wants to lead these fools to fight. He should have sacrificed these guys to the head of the skull for some useful help!

Which challenger is this? Now the grower can't hold back his anger at last.

The tin boy stands out, the tin boy is beaten to scrap iron!

The tusk growler easily crushed the challenger. The head of the opponent was smashed into the chest by it. The green skin around him was quiet, as if waiting for the next brave man.

However, the tusk growler didn't intend to wait any longer. He chopped up the dead iron boy with his own ax and drew a complex pattern on the ground with his own axe.

The blood spreads with the lines and fills the ravines. The head of the iron boy is pulled out from its chest by the growler and thrown into the middle of the formation together with the internal organs.

The green people around were curious to see the new boss crazy.

But when the iron boy's head suddenly widened his eyes, the green skin issued a burst of exclamation!

The pair of dead eyes, like the anoxic goldfish, looked at the void, opened their mouth, and a purple black tongue fell out of the mouth.

At the fracture of the head, black blood continuously flowed out, just like a black lake inside, gradually overflowing out of the formation.

In the growler's strange and satisfied smile, a green skin nearest to him suddenly froze and fell into the black water and melted in at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, the black water spread more rapidly, and a bloody mist appeared in the air, covering the area as if there were countless people whispering.

"Why don't you do it?"

"What are you hesitating about? Wave your fog, and the blood god will reward you...""Blood, blood satisfies the great master of skull..."

"do you want Waaagh? Now it's time to start... "

with the fangs and growers as the center, the blood mist is most thick around it. On its back, it represents the holy emblem of masochism more and more bright, as if there is blood flowing on it.

When the green skins began to feel wrong and planned to stay away from the new boss, they found that they were surrounded by black water and blood mist, and could not leave at all.

As the tusk growler cuts the wound with sharp weapons on his strong body, the blood in his body becomes part of the blood mist.

All of a sudden, like a swarm of bees, the blood mist picked a green skin and poured it in through its nose, eyes and ears.

The green skin suddenly choked his throat. The original green skin began to turn red, the strong body was stretched, and bone spurs grew in the joints, and the head became slender and long horn.

In the witness of other green skins, this pet belonging to the God of blood suddenly "poop!" like a soap bubble It exploded.

The blood mist, which had been infused into the green skin, became thicker and thicker as it absorbed more nutrients. It floated in the air, choosing the next parasite.

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

A second later, in the fog came the sound of chewing, which seemed to be accompanied by an exclamation of satisfaction with the food.

"Come on, let's have a good Waaagh fight!" the fangs growler said to his fellow villagers

But in the range of a few kilometers away, the demon hunter sucked his nose and showed disgust: "chaos!"

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