Fangs Growler suppressed the anger burning in his heart, which was not easy for this large man who was more than three meters tall.

The wrath of the Skull Lord boiled almost through the Fangs Growler's body, and the dark green skin, which had been different from the other green skins, turned a dark red like a boiled crab.

But the green-skinned new boss finally suppressed his emotions, and with what little reason it had left, it convinced itself that in order to please the great blood god, it must first gather enough men.

After all, the little shrimp who was valued by the blood god is now living in the castle, and there is a large group of subordinates to protect him.

The Fangs Growler snapped the neck of a greenskin beside him, and the sheer force of his hand allowed it to pull the unlucky man's neck straight off his body.

Greenskin's tough muscles were snapped, and a spine was pulled out of his chest along with the movement of his head, and hot blood poured on the assailant's body.

The Fanged Growler let out a sigh of relief, and the blood of his kindred calmed the boiling blood in its body, and also calmed the power of the true god in its heart, allowing it to be satisfied for the time being.

Seeing that his new boss took out a green skin, the other green skins wandering around had no fear, and many people scoffed at it, discussing the weirdness of the new boss in private.

"I'm thinking, the new boss is a little weird, and his killing method is not aaagh at all." A greenskin whispered with his back to the fanged growler, "I think the Iron Overlord is more aaagh, and I miss the Iron Overlord a little bit of the stench." ”

Unfortunately, the greenskins apparently don't have the ability to whisper, and their mouth structure clearly doesn't support this behavior, and the greenskins' words can be heard by almost everyone in the camp.

However, the other Greenskins apparently do not have this self-awareness, and they seem to think that their new bosses can't hear this kind of 'private' conversation at all, so many Greenskins have joined the discussion group.

For a while, the camp was boiling and lively.

A blinded greenskin walked up to the Fanged Growler and dragged the headless corpse from the other's feet.

A few greenskins with thick-backed machetes gathered together, "Do! Chemical element! Chemical element! He chopped the body into pieces, then dug a few shallow pits in the corners of the camp, threw the pieces into it, kicked some dirt with his foot, and buried it.

The Fanged Growler felt its fury boil again, and it wanted to chop everything in sight to pieces, only the remains of corpses, bleeding entrails, and death itself could fill its mind.

But no, his own men were not enough, and the growler slashed down a large tree next to him with his axe to vent his anger.

It also needed to recruit more greenskins and drive them to scuffle with the little human shrimp so that it could have a chance to find the Blood God's target.

His blood, his flesh will allow him to be more blessed, and the blood god has always been generous to his followers, and the growler intends to leave the bones of that little human shrimp and make it into his own necklace.

The observer lurking in the shadows held his breath, recording the difference between the growler and the other greenskins, Alex was much more threatening than the other greenskins.

The demon hunter, who has always believed in the god of blood, is now crowded with Marx in the temporary blacksmith shop of the dwarf Groin.

"I want you to build a batch of spears over three meters in length, all-metal structure, to have a segmented and detachable structure, is there a problem?" Xu Yichen described the weapons used by the slave soldiers in the mission.

Although the length has been reduced by the demon hunters, I have to admit that this improvised weapon produced by the witch kings is very suitable for those militias who have not undergone much training.

This is a weapon that does not require much training, as long as there are enough people, have enough courage, and put on a dense formation, it can exert lethality.

Just now, the demon hunter had just explained in detail to Marx the tactics of those slave soldiers, and Maxi also believed that the militia under his guidance did not lack the courage of the colonists.

The Demon Hunters intended to use the weapon as a replacement for the time being, and in the long run, the front-loading powder gun that Greenskin had used would be the militiamen's weapon of choice.

However, it was this simple substitute, and the dwarf Groyin still shook his head: "I'm afraid that in a short period of time, the weapon you asked for first will not be realized." ”

"First of all, the iron ingots I brought have already been used, and secondly, my current level is not enough to create a three-meter-long spear that still guarantees a uniform texture." The dwarf spread his hands, as if he felt offended by his area of expertise: "Moreover, this thing of yours is still for ordinary people, are you sure that this weapon may weigh more than seventy pounds, they can play with it?" ”

Listening to the dwarf's words, Xu Yichen carefully recalled those extra-long spears, as if the color of the metal was closer to that of aluminum alloy.

"And head, the detachable spears used by those slave soldiers, they don't have traditional mechanical connections at the interfaces, I've studied that thing carefully." Angus, who had just finished breakfast, listened for a while and said to the demon hunter, "Those weapons are connected by magic patterns at the interface, and I guess it must be related to magnetism." ”

The demon hunter didn't expect that there were so many ways for the slave soldiers to use weapons in the New World, and they were more than one street away in technology.

A group of mages gathered together, without restraining them, burst out of imagination and productivity is simply eye-catching!

Marx patted Xu Yichen on the shoulder: "It's okay, my friend. When those find their way, they will be the most elite warriors, even without the right weapons, and any change will be accompanied by bloodshed, and they are ready for it. ”

"Instead of worrying about the weapons of the militia, you should be worried about the iron ore." The dwarf Groyin glanced in the direction of the pit: "With my years of experience, you must have found a rich mine, right?" ”..

The demon hunter shrugged his shoulders, he didn't keep this matter a secret from the inside at the beginning, and at that time Xu Yichen felt that Antoine didn't dare to trouble him because of this iron mine.

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

"I can't guarantee the lives of those militiamen, but I can guarantee that within two months they will all wear metal armor." Dwarf Groyin swore an oath.