Chapter 766 Military Waaagh
Rotten Tooth's crane arm is gone, and I heard from Old Dead Eyes that he would take it back to use as a table leg.
Rotten Tooth is now penniless, and his only property is the shoe prints on his buttocks left by Old Dead Eyes.
Although he was robbed by Old Dead Eyes, Rotten Tooth didn't feel too angry, he just thought Old Dead Eyes was really cool and fierce.
A qualified orc should learn from Old Dead Eyes, use awesome weapons to do awesome things, and rob all the weak chickens who are not as good as him so that they don't even have pants to wear.
Rotten Tooth ran for a long time with his butt naked, and several fart spirits laughed sharply when they saw him so embarrassed.
Old Dead Eyes insulted me, but where do you stupid things get your confidence from?
With a loud shout, the fart spirit was frightened and stunned in place. Rotten Tooth rushed over and kicked, and the fart spirit flew backwards.
The fart spirit that fell on the garbage dump gasped for a while, and it was obvious that there was no way to survive.
The remaining fart spirits scattered, shouting "kill" while running towards the garbage dump.
Seeing the fart spirit's cowardly appearance, Rotten Tooth's frustrated self-confidence was restored a lot. He grabbed the dying fart spirit's hand and threw it to the ground twice before he felt relieved.
Rotten Tooth did not let go of the rags on the fart spirit, and made a pair of big pants for himself.
He was not naked now. As a civilized and law-abiding orc, he didn't want to be regarded as the barbaric boys of the Snake Bite Clan.
The ferocious beast-faced gate was in the distance. Rotten Tooth could see the big words spelled out in metal on the gate from here - Taikula!
This name was thought up by the big boss, who was very interesting when he heard the shrimps always shouting "For Holy Taila" when fighting, so he changed the name of the orc camp to "Taikula" so that the boys could have more shouting styles when fighting.
According to Rotten Teeth's observation, when they shouted "Waaagh, Taiku La Er Zhan" in unison, Zhenwei and Canned Face on the shrimp position looked extremely ugly.
"Haha! Rotten Teeth! Why did you come back naked? Your nose and face are swollen. I'm afraid you were robbed by the racing boys?"
"Shut up! You snot-eating guy! You don't know what I just went through! That's great news that can be exchanged for a lot of big teeth from the military Waaagh Department!"
A boy who was operating a big gun at the gate sneered at Rotten Teeth's words. Not all crazy words can be published in the military Waaagh Department.
The military Waaagh Department is a powerful department that directly reports to the big boss, and even the fart spirits working in it are eloquent. They can definitely be a good mascot if they are picked out alone.
"What do you, a jerk who can only play with guns, know? What I want to say is the explosive news that can be on "Monday Waaagh"! The draft teeth those idiots gave me can definitely make me rent a King Kong to play with for a week!"
"Whatever, naked." The gun-wielding boy fired a volley at Rotten Tooth, and the iron balls all fell at Rotten Tooth's feet.
Rotten Tooth swore that as soon as his draft teeth arrived, he would ride the King Kong to crush the head of the jerk who didn't respect him.
The huge Waaagh Tower in the camp, which was tightly covered with electric shields, flashing shields, and bubble shields, was the residence of the big boss, and it was also the location of the military Waaagh.
Rotten Tooth walked towards the military Waaagh with a fierce momentum, he did not look sideways, and he was not shaken even if there were shiny big guns placed on the side of the road.
"Grilled spores! Delicious and cheap grilled spores!"
A Fart Spirit waiter stood at the door of the tavern, and the fragrant grilled spores were packed in boxes.
The aroma stimulated Rotten Tooth's appetite, which was much more tempting than the shiny luster of the big gun.
After running so far and being scared half to death by Old Dead Eyes, Rotten Tooth was starving.
Licking his lips, Rotten Tooth felt that he had to eat something, otherwise what would happen if he was not in a good state when he was telling the story later and gave him less manuscripts?
Rotten Tooth thought it made sense, and he walked to the Fart Spirit, and the aroma of grilled spores became more obvious.
What the hell, he even smelled the aroma coming from the tavern.
A fat Squig was being roasted by the fire, and there should be a cup of steaming mushroom wine on the stove.
Wipe the drooling saliva with his hand, Rotten Tooth patted the Fart Spirit's shoulder, and his hand made the Fart Spirit's already dirty clothes even dirtier.
"How about some roasted spores? Five for one big tooth!" Knowing that business was coming, the fart spirit raised the box of roasted spores above his head so that Rotten Teeth could see the quality of the roasted spores clearly.
These were indeed excellent spores, with just the right amount of burnt yellow and red spicy foam, and Rotten Teeth could even imagine the refreshing taste when he stuffed these spores into his mouth and chewed them.
"Ahem, listen carefully, little fart spirit, I don't have big teeth for you now, but I will have them soon. Give me the roasted spores, and I'll give you big teeth later."
"What?" The fart spirit's enthusiasm was dispelled by Rotten Teeth's words. He stared at Rotten Teeth's outfit carefully, and then mocked with his shrill voice, "I thought he was a savage boy from the snake demon clan, but it turned out to be a stinky poor guy who couldn't even afford pants? Get out of here, don't disturb our business."
Rotten Teeth was so angry, he had so many big teeth before that he could directly smash this ignorant little fart spirit to death.
Hunger and anger attacked Rotten Tooth's nerves. He punched the fart spirit in the face, then caught the box steadily in his hand.
It was indeed a little inconvenient to eat with only one hand, but Rotten Tooth didn't care about that. He opened his mouth wide and slapped the box on his face and started eating.
This fart spirit was obviously much stronger than the fart spirits who picked up garbage in the wild. He only had bruises on his face after being punched. He hugged Rotten Tooth's thigh and yelled painfully, asking him to stop eating.
The busy orcs on the street noticed the chaos here. They were clamoring and asking what had just happened.
The security guards in the tavern heard the noise and came out. They were holding sticks and rushed up to fight after hearing that Rotten Tooth wanted to eat a free meal.
Rotten Tooth, who was hit by a stick on the back, grimaced in pain, which also made him recall a very important thing in his simple little mind.
Don't make trouble in Taikula! Even if he is a fart spirit, he is protected by Taikula's boss!
Not to mention that this is a big tavern and the food is delicious. The fact that there is such order shows that there is a bigger orc backer behind him.
Rotten Tooth threw the box at the security guard's face. Knowing he was in the wrong, he ran away while shouting, "When I come back from the Waaagh Army, I'll give you teeth!"