Orc Tyrant

"Do you know there are a lot of dried shrimps."

Facing Guk’s stare, Momac felt a high mountain press against his chest, making him feel the illusion that he would suffocate in a few seconds, so he gasped quickly to release the pressure on his chest.

After a few deep breaths, he was able to speak, although his tone was trembling uncontrollably.

"I, I don't know."

"Dare to come if you don't know."

Guk looked at the same opponent from head to toe. This guy is far from strong, but there is a fierceness inside. There are many large and small wounds on his body, but these are not as good as the center of his chest. That one penetrating injury.

And the thing that pierced him is now in his hand, a blood-stained curved "thorax".

Even when the spine was pierced, he could still insist on killing him all the way out of the tunnel. Even Gu Ke had to be surprised by the tenacious vitality of this product. In a sense, this was a very powerful talent.

"He said it all!"

Momac dragged Saruka, who was sneaking away from him. Although this guy suffered a heavy loss at the beginning, he actually made a new profit through a series of operations that made the boys scratching their heads. Ten boxes of weapons.

When Kanemon found him, he was still peddling his goods in the brand new tooth market. Although Shaluka’s boys were all folded in the tunnel before, no one dared to make his mind—because he hired him again. More kids.

"I... I didn't say! I have to catch up with me!"

"Obviously you said that there are few shrimp thieves, I just came!"

"Who heard it!? Come! Come out and be a proof!"

In the end, Guk's slap on the left and the right ended their argument.

"Well, I didn't come to listen to your nonsense!"

After waving his hand to indicate that Shaluka could leave, Guk said to Momac who was left alone:

"I heard you know how to raise a jump."

"Yes! Boss, the jump jump I raise can be fatter than Fat Sgugger!"

Momac patted his chest hard, his tone was very confident and proud. Although most boys have an inexplicable self-confidence, Guk felt that this guy was a little real.

"Okay, then you will be in charge of my jumping. The idiot Green Teeth is soaking in the water every day and I don't know what I'm doing.

With such an unexpected joy, Momac was dizzy and completely stunned, unable to say a word for a long time.

"What? Not happy?"

Guk's threatening language immediately awakened him, Momac rubbed his hands vigorously, raised his head and shouted with excitement:

"Happy to serve the boss!"

"Go ahead."

After sending away the happy Momac, Guk greeted the boys and began to transform the ruins of the fortress.

Busy until late at night, when the wind and snow fell again, the embryonic form of the camp was basically present. Although the house built of stones and wood could not stop the biting cold wind, the raging fire was enough to dispel the severe cold.

From a distance, the entire camp looks like a bright pile of rocks, and in the middle is a semi-open hall, transformed from a half-demolished arsenal. Guk is here and many The chiefs partyed all night.

"drink!"

The huge wine bowl caused cracks in the collision. Based on the principle of taking local materials, Gu Ke directly used a thick white porcelain planed out of the snow as his wine vessel. This thing was white and unexpected. To his taste.

But if Liya is there, it will stop him, because this thing is actually a bathtub.

Those who were eligible to clink glasses with Gu Ke had only buck teeth at the scene. In order not to be ashamed, he also made a decent thing decently. It was also white, but it had a strange smell when it was first drawn out.

If Liya is there, she might also remind Gu Teeth that this thing is actually a human toilet...

But anyway, the happiness now is the most important thing for Oak.

"Ha! Cool!"

After drinking the wine in the bowl enough to drown a few people, Gu Ke let out a cheerful roar, and then dozens of **** spirits began to pour the wine into the bowl with their poles.

The buck tooth on the right hand side of Guke, also holding the white "wine glass" in his hand, came to a boring mouth.

"Comfortable!"

With a grinning sigh, bucktooth stretched out his hand to tear off a thigh from the grill in front of him. This is a beast that has just been hunted. Not long after it was put on the shelf, the inside was not completely baked, and it was **** when it was torn. But being familiar or unfamiliar is not so important to Oak, it's still a word-cool.

Guk also made a huge steak and a few steaming entrails. His taste was more scorched, and the beast that was torn was the longest roasted beast.

Although the door was wide open, the biting cold wind was blocked by heat and enthusiasm. The whole hall was filled with muscular guards and leaders, who ate and chewed presumptuously, fighting and playing when there was not enough meat. , The natural "frozen meat" outside will inevitably appear on the grill, although everyone does not like that taste.

"Bite it! Bite its leg!"

"Poke! Poke!"

"Fart!"

In the very center of the feast, there was a small arena, where there were not kids, but a group of fart spirits in armor and armor, and a huge jumper.

This is a kind of entertainment that has become popular recently and is called "fighting".

The rules are very simple. Choose 18 brave farts and let them conquer a big jump. Who can successfully stay behind the jump for 18 seconds will be awarded the title of "jump rider" and become a victory Those who get rewarded, those who fail are all fed up.

The fun of this game is that the farts have to deal with the fierce big jump, but also have to be careful of the guys around them, because the winner is destined to be only one, and all the rest have to be jumped big shit.

Faced with this kind of game with a high risk factor that is almost suicidal, the enthusiasm of the **** is unexpectedly high, and they even start to fight off the court to participate in the game.

Once you become a winner, in addition to receiving generous rewards, the **** will also have the opportunity to be favored by powerful bosses and become followers. This is the so-called opportunity to "get ahead". Many guys who are not willing to struggle in mushroom pits and dung pits , Will give it a try.

"Oh! That guy is on his back!"

Suddenly, a cry broke out in the arena, and a brave **** actually climbed onto Jump's back!

This caused cheers as well as curses. "Fighting" is not only a game, but also a kind of gambling. Ouke will bet on 18 farts, and the winner can divide the remaining 17 farts. The bet on the fine.

"Wow!"

The violent struggle of the jumping made the **** scream of horror, but it still said that the dagger was deeply smashed into the thick skin of the jumping, so that it could last for eighteen seconds.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

"6!"

Victory was in sight, the boys who placed the right bet began to howl loudly, looking forward to the harvest, while those who made the wrong bet, their eyes began to flush.

"3!"

"2!"

"what!!"

At the last second, a happy **** was already on his face, and he suddenly screamed, let go of his hands, and fell from his back.

A guy who had been crawling on the railing and pretending to be dead for a long time suddenly shot the hidden blow arrow behind his opponent, and then jumped and jumped around to chew on the hapless guy, when a clever climbed onto the lumpy back .

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"It's shameless! Start over!"

"I want to kill it!!"

The angry boy began to beat the railing hard, but the sharp axe of the guard and the big gun ready to shoot at any time prevented more radical behavior. This "fight" was organized by Guke himself, and no one dared to make trouble.