Orc Tyrant

The farts like to sneak in at night, and the farts of the Grimace Gang enjoy these more than others. After sunset, Gulu brought the boss of the grimacing **** to meet the mechanic boys, a stingy head, twinkling eyes, and the boss of the dirty ass. Especially the look of the thief's eyebrows, the **** are all the thief's eyes, but this **** is the most thirsty eyebrows that Aghem has ever seen. What does this mean?

This **** can't stand securely since he came in, his feet moved around, he didn't know where to put his hands, his eyes seemed to be able to poke things and roll them into his pockets.

"It's him, boss."

Guru pointed at the fart and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Six fingers, the thief with the best grimace."

"is it?"

Aghem asked suspiciously. He looked at this guy up and down. He was thin and small, no different from other assholes.

"Yes, yes, yes! Six fingers are the best!"

The fart snorted in objection. He didn't look at Aghem's eyes, but there was a sense of resistance in his tone. The voice was also very harsh, almost without the servility that fart was common.

"Well, then you got a job."

He hasn't always put farts in the plan, but they are of special use tonight.

"This is what I want."

Aghem described the thing he needed, the firmware needed to make the machine run smoothly. When he said the location of the thing, dozens of eyes blinked in the dark. It was a grimace. Thugs.

"Are you sure? That's a dangerous job, sneaking into Bloodfang and touching Turuk's things will cost you a lot of teeth."

Six fingers didn't refuse after listening, but he was still a little nervous.

"How many?"

"Pay 20 in advance! We pay 30 when we deliver!"

"Fifty teeth? Fifty!?"

Broken mouth rolled his eyes, he really wanted to push the **** head into the water to be sober.

"We don't have so many teeth! What a waste of time, groping things away from Turuk? You have lost your mind Agum, real!"

He raised his arm, grabbed the mechanic's shoulder, and shook it vigorously.

"Hold on, don't worry, we have teeth!"

"We didn't...ah."

The gaze of Broken Mouth followed Aghem all the way to the dwarf's mouth. They both laughed evilly at the same time, while the dwarf looked at them with a confused look, wandering between the two uncomfortably.

"What, what?"

"You push him down and I will get the pliers."

Broken Mouth said so.

The grimacing **** sneaked into the bloodfang in piles. They crept unnoticed, and it turns out that they are indeed worth the price.

When Six Fingers dragged at least half of Turuk’s old war wagon to the workshop, Aghem laughed for a long time. He and Broken Mouth lay on it, dismantled it and took away the bits and pieces they needed within a few seconds. Especially the pair of rings with steel balls. He has been paying attention to this thing for a long time. It is said that the guy on the Blackstone side invented it, called the bearing.

The workshop got busy quickly, and the farts were constantly flowing between the garbage dumps. Agum climbed up and down the ladder, commanding the other guys, telling the farts where to go and what to do, like the boss, and that’s also It was indeed the first time he understood what he was going to do.

His thinking turned into a whirlpool, and he instinctively grasped the bubbles that popped out of his thinking, which was the sudden burst of inspiration. He couldn't clearly say what he knew, and he didn't really understand those, but he just knew.

Aghem's fingers work without thinking, combining machinery that he doesn't fully understand. Like other boys, they work happily with little communication. All of them are moving in one direction, maybe for Other creatures are weird—very weird.

The dwarf took care of his winch and rubber band. He adjusted it slightly on the chassis until the hook could hook the arm correctly. The farts looked nervous, but they didn't mess up, and the rubber band didn't jump around this time. It made the dwarf happy, and even forgot the pain in his mouth.

Broken Mouth was whistling while fixing the arm, skillfully assembled gears and belts into intricate transmissions, a few bangs with a clever hammer, everything was so perfect, he laughed, but suddenly stopped and looked around. He is always insecure.

The towering machinery was bathed in the firelight, the gears and the winch made a clicking sound, and a large group of nerve boys gathered nearby, looking curiously, their mouths still full of nonsense.

When Agum climbed to the top of the wooden frame, the final installation was about to be completed, and the grunt directed the other farts loudly. The dwarf lay lazily on the belt, with an arm attached to the other end. The nervous boy Nughuo was playing with a big bow. Aghem was not happy about it, those guys were too dangerous.

There won't be much time before the dead headhunters come to investigate, and Aghem wants to start first.

"It's all done?"

After nailing the last piece of iron sheet firmly, Agum roared.

"Yes, boss!"

Guru said, the other fart spirits were oiling the gears, the oil squeezed from Sgug's body.

"Good guy! Come on up now and pay attention to those yellow-faced ghosts at any time!"

"Yes!"

He said, and quickly climbed onto the wooden shelf.

"Are the wheels set?"

Jumping down to arouse a cloud of dust, Aghem asked the dwarf ghost, who nodded vigorously.

"Sizzle."

He smirked slurred, Aghem patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction. When he looked around the huge wooden machine, he knew it was worth it, it was perfect.

"alright!"

Agham clapped his hands vigorously and called the other guys together.

"Good boys, it's time to try this big throw!"

The boys cheered together, but Agum didn't make them scream when he called them, he needed a volunteer.

"I'm here!"

A kid couldn't wait to jump out, no matter what the others said, he sat down in his leather pocket.

The dwarf had already pressed the winch tightly, the ribs and leather rope made a sour sound, and the other end filled with heavy objects was raised high, hung on the arm and swayed slightly.

"Okay! Get ready!"

Aghem and the other boys turned their directions, facing the arms outside.

"Go!"

As the sledgehammer fell, the winch turned frantically, the thick arm was suddenly thrown up with the sound of the wind, the basket full of heavy objects fell down, and the whole machine trembled.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

In the sky, the kid yelled and swept across the shack of the nervous boys. He looked excited and scared, his hands trying to open his hands like a awkward strange bird.

"Too far! Come again!"

Watching that guy disappear under the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, Aghem squinted his eyes and estimated the distance, which felt inappropriate.

"I'm here first!"

Shattered Mouth wanted to sit there too, so Agum kicked him away and let the other kid sit on it.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The nerve boy looked at the sky curiously again.

"too close!"

Looking at the collapsing shed, Aghem shook his head, Nughuo pointed his nose with his finger, and then sat on it.

"MMMMMMMMM!!!"

The vague strange calls made the nerve boys below seem to have found a common language, and they all cheered.

"Very good! That's it!"

This time the distance was very suitable, Aghem even wanted to hug the guy, of course, provided that he had to be shoveled off the stone first.

"Go! Let's go over there!!!"

Agum was very happy. He and the boys worked hard to push the cart to Bloodfang. I have to say that this thing is really heavy. They can hardly push it, and a dozen wheels creak on the ground. Many boys were attracted by this huge guy, and the herd gradually gathered in the back. Many Ouke wanted to know what this guy wanted to do.

"What!?"

Zag also emerged from the crowd. He wiped his eyes and couldn't believe it.

But Agum didn't have time to fight with him. Right now, he raised his thumb to aim at Bloodfang, estimated the distance, and then nodded at the broken mouth and the dwarf, and sat on his leather pocket.

"Go!"

With a precise strike of the sledgehammer, all the boys stretched their necks and watched a figure farther and farther, flying towards the top of the Bloodfang.

After a while, a cloud of smoke rose from the top of the fort, but there was no movement thereafter.

"Did you fall to death?"

"I didn't have it quickly, right."

Everyone stared at the place, expecting something to happen. Some smart guys opened the handicap. Many boys were betting. The dwarf also placed a bet. He bet Aghem was not dead.

That guy still owes him fifty teeth!

"Look at that!"

Suddenly, a guy yelled, everyone opened their eyes and looked over, only to see a shadow standing on the fortress, waving a piece of rag with a strange face printed on it.

"awesome!"

Broken Mouth and Dwarf jumped up with excitement and hugged each other, while Zage opened his mouth wide, unable to say a word.

But the boys didn’t notice. There was a big flag that had been parked outside the fort for a long time. It was a blood-colored white-hand flag...