Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 105 Orc Tribe
When Roel turned over the path and emerged from the narrow dense forest, he was lucky, and Tal also favored his fate. In the situation just now, no one can guarantee his real safety.

He pushed through the nearest woods, only to talk about his dangers, and saw something that he would never forget in his life.

The stench and the smell of mushroom spores rushed towards the face, and the hideous Gogo statue was shaking beside the campfire illuminated by the wind and fire.

This is a slightly dark dense forest. Although the small trees have been cut down to leave open spaces, they are still covered by trees that block out the sun.

The orc boys cleaned their weapons and the armor that was somehow embedded in the flesh, and the goblins and snotlings were either carrying things or being carried.

It's hard to say that there are buildings here, and it can't be said that there aren't any. For example, the wooden stuff that looks like the child's graffiti can be called a house, and the green skins should have their own living quarters.

A delirious shaman danced in front of the statue, swallowing brightly colored mushrooms, and several feathered squigs danced nearby.

"Crack! Crack! Black cracks!

Catch and pull!Drag and hit!

Come, let, warband of the waagh orcs,
Go, boy!
Clang, bang!Boom, Boda!
Hammer and pliers!Chisels and gongs!Boom boom boom, the music of Orcs!
hehe!Goblins!

Hey yeah, woohoo!Then whip the whip!
Tap and tap!Call me brother, brother Mao training!
Work, work!Don't be lazy,

The orcs laughed, the orcs howled,

wandering in the forest,

Work fast, boy! "

The crazy words triggered the humorous cells of the green skins, and the goblin roasting by the campfire sang along. It also wore a funny hat and imitated a human chef.

It cut open the unknown flesh and blood in its hand, shouting.

"Short butts, long ears! We've had enough of human shrimp
Woo! ! The boss said, if you don't have enough Squigs, I will use you!
Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, machete chop, spice put, I'm the best waagh cook! "

When its singing or roaring stopped, its head was smashed into the soup, the yellow sticky stuff covered its cheeks, and the scalding temperature made it scream.

In this wicked voice, a boy sang.

"Bite your face, kill and slash, hone your armor and skills?
When will the boring games stop!

I've had enough, I've had enough!I want the blood of that stupid shrimp to stain my body! "

The kid next to him roared. "Kill, kill! Let's set off, waagh!

Knock knock!Knock knock!The machete is in the heart, Brother Mao is on the top, boss..." The singing stopped abruptly, because from the largest orc building came out a huge orc, with bulging muscles, one-eyed, and holding a battle axe.

It doesn't like singing, which also makes it dissatisfied. "Who wants wagh?"

And the orc who sang solo was exceptionally good, and it actually answered the conversation.

"wagh.? I, waagh!"

"Ahhhh!" Soon its singing voice turned into a scream, even though its previous singing and screaming were pretty much the same.

Its head was completely pinched by the black orc, and the obviously big black orc smashed the boy's head with great force, and then spit out a mouthful of white mist, looking annoyed.

"Now, boys, get to work!"

"I want every corner, every fort, to be filled with orcs!"

The lively tribe just now emptied out in an instant, leaving only the orc shaman with grimacing faces still knocking mushrooms on the spot.

At this moment, a man in black came from the building where the boss had just come out. His clothes had a hood covering his face, so he couldn't see clearly.

His voice was neutral and vague, like a lonely ghost, and he was not afraid of orcs, so he said it ostentatiously. "Things are clear, let's look at you next."

The boss looked very impatient and shouted. "I only listen to my own opinion. Although your suggestion is enough, I will not be afraid!"

"If you also stand in front of me, I will kill you bastards!"

The man in black just bowed. "Thank you for your understanding, then I will take my leave."

He walked far away and entered the dense forest. Roel recorded the location of the enemy camp and immediately followed, barely following the rustling figure from a distance.

And his footprints stepped out among the fallen leaves, which looked very unique. It was a footprint similar to high heels, maybe the unique shoes of necromancers?

After advancing for a while, as if the dense forest would not hinder his judgment, when he walked straight out of the forest, Roel was almost 200 meters away from him.

There is also a skeleton horse resurrected by necromancy outside the forest. Roel knows very well that as long as he gets on the horse, he will definitely not be able to catch up.

It's better to startle the enemy than to get nothing. Roel took off his rifle and aimed at the man in black. It's definitely not a good person to be with the green skin, so he can fire his gun at ease.

Without a trace of hesitation, Roel was pulling the trigger when the man was about to get on the horse, but there was no thunder, because the man in black was looking at Roel with his face so dark that he couldn't see his face clearly.

The disgusting feeling made Roel's hairs stand up all of a sudden, and he realized that the other side had found himself!
(End of this chapter)