The Game of Demon Hunter

Fangs Howler suppressed the raging anger in his heart, which was not easy for this big man over three meters tall.

The anger from the Skull Lord almost boiled out through the body of the Fangs Howler, and the dark green skin that was originally different from other green skins turned dark red like a boiled crab.

But the new boss of this group of green skins finally suppressed his emotions, and he used his remaining rationality to convince himself that if he wanted to please the great blood god, he must first gather enough subordinates.

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

Fangs Howler casually twisted off the neck of a green skin beside him, and with the huge strength in his hands, he directly squeezed the neck of this unlucky guy off his body.

The tough muscles of the green skin were pulled off, a section of the spine moved along with the head, and was pulled out of the chest cavity together, hot blood poured all over the perpetrator.

The Tusk Howler let out a sigh of relief, the blood of the same race calmed down the boiling blood in his body, and also appeased the mighty power that belonged to the true god in his heart, allowing him to be temporarily satisfied.

Seeing that their new boss killed a green skin, and the other green skins wandering around showed no fear, many people even sneered, discussing the strangeness of the new boss in private.

"I thought about it, the new boss is a bit weird, and its killing method is not Waaagh at all." A green-skinned growler whispered with his back to the fangs growler: "I think it's more Waaagh to be the Iron King, I kind of miss the smell of the Iron King smell."

It's a pity that the green skins obviously didn't have the ability to speak in whispers, and their mouth structure obviously didn't support this kind of behavior. This green skin's words could be heard by almost everyone in the camp.

It's just that other green skins obviously don't have this kind of consciousness. They seem to think that their new bosses can't hear this kind of 'private' conversation, so many green skins have joined this discussion group.

For a while, the camp was full of uproar, very lively.

A green skin without eyesight walked up to Fangs Howler and dragged away the headless corpse at the opponent's feet.

Several greenskins with thick-backed machetes gathered together, "Dole! Dole! Dole!" and chopped the corpse into pieces, then dug a few shallow pits in the corner of the camp, and threw the body parts casually. I went in, kicked some soil with my feet, and buried it.

Tusk Howler felt his anger boil again, and it wanted to chop everything in front of it into pieces. Only the remains of the corpse, the bloody internal organs, and death itself could fill its heart.

But it's not enough, his men are not enough, the growler used his ax to slash a big tree next to him, venting his anger.

Not enough, it still needs to recruit more green skins, and then drive them to fight with those small human shrimps, so that it has a chance to find the target of the blood god.

His blood, his flesh will give him more gifts, the blood god has always been generous to his followers, and the growler intends to keep the bones of the human shrimp and make it into his own necklace.

The observer lurking in the shadows held his breath, noting the difference between Growler and the other greenskins, Alix was far more threatening than the other greenskins.

And the witcher, who had been targeted by the green skins who had always believed in the blood god, was huddling together with Max in the temporary blacksmith shop of the dwarf Groin.

"I want you to build a batch of spears with a length of more than three meters, all metal structures, and a detachable structure in sections. Is there a problem?" Xu Yichen described the weapons used by the slave soldiers in the mission.

Although the length has been shortened by the witcher, it has to be admitted that this simple weapon produced by the Witch Kings is very suitable for those militiamen who have not received much training.

This is a weapon that does not require much training, as long as there are enough people, enough courage, and a dense formation, it can exert its lethal power.

Just now, the witcher and Max explained the tactics of the slave soldiers in detail, and Maxi also believed that the militiamen he led did not lack the courage of the colonists.

The witcher intends to use this weapon as a substitute for the time being. In the long run, the front-loading powder gun that the green skin used to use is the first choice weapon for the militiamen.

Even with such a simple substitute product, the dwarf Groin still shook his head: "I'm afraid that the weapon you want first will not be realized in a short time."

"First of all, the iron ingots I brought have been used up, and secondly, at my current level, I can't make a three-meter-long spear that still has a uniform texture." The dwarf spread his hands, as if feeling that his The professional field was offended: "Besides, you are still using this thing for ordinary people. Are you sure they can play with a weapon that may weigh more than seventy pounds?"

After hearing what the dwarf said, Xu Yichen carefully recalled those ultra-long spears, as if the metal color was closer to the color of aluminum alloy.

"And head, those detachable long guns used by slave soldiers do not use traditional mechanical connections at the interface. I have studied that thing carefully." Angus, who had just finished breakfast, listened for a while, and spoke to the hunter. The magic hunter said: "Those weapons are connected by magic lines at the interface. I guess it should have something to do with magnetism."

The witcher didn't expect that the slave soldiers in the New World still had so many ways to use weapons, and they were more than a street away from themselves in terms of technology.

A group of mages gathered together without restraining them. The imagination and productivity that burst out are simply eye-catching!

Marx patted Xu Yichen on the shoulder: "It's okay, my friend. When those people find their own way, even without suitable weapons, they will be the most elite fighters. Any change will be accompanied by bloodshed. They have already Get ready for this."

"Instead of worrying about the weapons of the militiamen, you should be more worried about the iron ore." The dwarf Groin glanced at the direction of the mine pit: "Based on my years of experience, you must have discovered a rich mine, right? ?”

The witcher shrugged. He didn't keep this matter a secret from the very beginning. At that time, Xu Yichen felt that Antoine didn't dare to trouble him because of this iron mine.

Even now, he still thinks this way. With the improvement of his personal strength, Xu Yichen already has the capital to make a sound with his own strength.

"Leave that mine to me to manage. Although I can't guarantee the safety of those militiamen, I can guarantee that within two months, each of them will wear metal armor." The dwarf Groin vowed.

PS: From the eighth day of the eighth day, two updates will be resumed every day. The holiday is coming to an end. On the sixth day, I will go back to my hometown in the evening. On the seventh day, I will take a day off and start to update normally.

PS: This chapter is too late~ so there is no school team, get up tomorrow to check for typos~

PS: Thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, thank the book friend @江南少东家 for the reward, and thank the book friend @胶虚荣耀 for the reward (this gentleman got a retired veteran’s card in the COC regiment and is proficient in first aid , I ran the second half of the race instead of him, and the first aid was almost 100% successful...invincible!)