Section 3 Tribe

The raid ended almost instantly.

Seeing that the most powerful boss was instantly chopped off, the goblins immediately lost the courage to continue fighting and screamed and tried to escape. However, the other two orcs tried to resist, and of course, it didn't take much time to solve this small problem.

"Master, your swordsmanship seems to have improved." Carrie suddenly said when Ashu Rufate stopped to check his own results.

"Is that true?" Ashu Rufate replied faintly.

"The extra movements have been reduced a lot, which means you have made great progress in your skills. But according to my calculations, if you can make some scientific changes... you still have at least 60% room for improvement. Remember, although your physique is far superior to that of humans, strict exercise can still improve your strength."

"I understand." Asu Ruffat said, picking up the orc's head from the ground. The orc was tall and strong, and reacted faster than other orcs. If it weren't for a surprise attack, it might have cost some trouble to deal with him. But no matter what, the orc's head was cut off intact.

This is a huge, ugly green head with yellow teeth all over the mouth. The two fangs with the thickest jaw turned outwards outside the mouth, and one of them was still broken.

"Can we 'transformation' now?" Ashu Rufate asked.

"Okay, I've scanned and analyzed the appearance of this green skin to simulate the details... Master, please note that I will start to activate the deformation ability of your armor."

Ashrufate noticed that his armor had returned to its original form, which was the blood-red, wrapped in a form that was wrapped in black mist. Then, the color of the armor changed, and quickly changed from blood-red to green. Then the armor seemed to soften suddenly, flowing like a layer of liquid, and in a flash, it changed from "wearing" to "adhesive".

The transformation stabilized, and the liquid solidified again, and Ashu Rufate suddenly realized that his hands had become thick and large, and had some green tumors.

"It's done. Master, you can find a mirror or something to take a look."

Ashrufate didn't bring a mirror, but this was not a problem at all. He picked up a green water bag from the ground (probably made of Sgug's skin) and poured all the water inside into a nearby pit. Then he looked at himself at the pit.

The one reflected in the water was no longer his own body, but a big green-skinned orc!

Moreover, this change was not a false illusion, but the red blood armor turned into a second layer of skin, completely covering his real body. In other words, he was wearing a layer of orc skin.

What's even more amazing is that although his skin is actually transformed from armor at this moment, he still has touch. He does any movement smoothly. This kind of disguise is perfect and has no flaws. The only problem at present is that because his hands have become large, he can only hold the sword with one hand and can no longer hold it with both hands.

"Master, how do you feel?"

"Very good." Ashu Rufate replied. "But has it become too big?"

"There is no way, it is necessary to allow your joints to move flexibly. But please note that the deformation time of the armor is limited, and it must be used for three hours a day to make restorative adjustments. You will be restored to your original appearance within these three hours. In order to avoid your exposure, I have specially prepared a magic illusion for you. However, the illusion can only obscure the vision and is easily exposed. So you must try to be as careful as possible within these three hours."

Well, with such a perfect disguise, the plan to get into a green-skinned tribe is possible. But how to get into it? Blatantly ask the leader to join? Or quietly touch the camp at night and disguise himself as a member of the camp? The leaders of the green-skinned tribe with hundreds or thousands of people will definitely not know each subordinate, so there will be a chance to take advantage of the situation...

A very conspicuous blunt sound came from there, which was the impact of the hollow wooden barrel. Ashu Rufate looked at the source of the sound and immediately saw the shaking wooden barrel in the car.

...

These ten minutes were the longest period of the life of the goblin Grab. He heard the sound of fighting outside, but the sound of weapons and screams disappeared after only a few sounds. Then there was silence. Grab realized that the battle might have ended and the winner had left. If he continued to be locked in this bucket, he would weaken due to hunger and die slowly.

Grab was caught by Broken Tooth Boss four days ago. The tribe he belonged to at that time fought and Broken Tooth Boss and lost the battle, which made Grab a prisoner. In this case, Grab (just like a goblin made a choice) immediately surrendered to Broken Tooth Boss and was willing to follow the other party, but Broken Tooth Boss just laughed and sealed him into the barrel. The wooden barrel with pointed spikes in the inner wall was a very effective torture tool. From that day on, Grab had to please Broken Tooth Boss with his screams.

Now all of Grab's body is caused by a small injury caused by nails, which was caused by a few days of imprisonment. Whenever the barrel was not shaken (it was very rare at this time), Grab tried hard to pray to Brother Mao. Now it seems that Brother Mao has heard some of his prayers. The boss who likes to torture him... should be dead.

One, two, three... shake hard! Grab shook the barrel hard despite the pain of the spikes piercing into his body, trying to fall the barrel. Only in this way can he have the chance to escape from this terrible cage. But suddenly some external force offset Grab's efforts and stabilized the center of gravity of the barrel again. Grab realized that someone was outside the barrel at this moment.

Then, the lid of the wooden barrel was unbuttoned from the outside. Since there was no sunlight for several days, Glaub was dizzy and could not see anything for a short time. When he finally recovered his vision, he saw the largest orc he had ever seen looking at him curiously.

Grab took a breath of cold air. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the corpses on the ground, some of which were goblins, some of which were orcs, and a wild boar. The boss's head of the broken teeth was thrown on a stone not far away, and the corpse was farther away. The big orc in front of him was holding a sword in his hand.

"Boss!" Grab jumped out of the barrel and immediately fell to kneel in front of the orc. "Thank you..." He said all the praises, words of gratitude and worship that could be thought of in his mind at this moment, and did not even realize that the words he said were completely inexplicably inconsistent with the introductory words.

But what made him desperate was that until he used up all the words in his mind, the big orc seemed to remain indifferent. Grab almost saw himself thrown back into this terrible bucket again.

"What's your name?" Finally, the orc finally spoke.

"Ge...Geb. My name is Gerub, boss! Please let me join your team!"

The green-skinned orc looked a little confused and muttered a few words that Glaub couldn't understand. Glaub immediately realized that there was only one orc in the sky. It was obvious that the orc was still moving alone. Although he killed the boss's team of Broken Tooth, he was still alone and had no other subordinates yet.

"Boss, we can form a brand new tribe! You are the boss, and I am your first subordinate!" Grab suddenly realized that he was already in operation. This orc is very powerful, and he will soon gather a tribe, and Grab will also become the boss's confidant in this process. At that time, all the goblins in those tribes will have to listen to him and give him good things one by one. For goblins, what better than this?

"Okay! You're joining!" The green-skinned orc patted Grab on the shoulder hard, almost knocking Grab down.

"Boss, let's pack up the spoils first!" Grab immediately jumped to another car. There were some last property of the Broken Tooth Tribe. Grab soon found a beautiful (by the standards of goblins) armor for himself, a spear without a gap, and a long dagger suitable for goblins to use. In addition, some other items were packed in a bag. When he was doing these things, the orc boss looked at him without saying a word. It was obvious that these small spoils did not arouse the boss's interest.

"Boss, you came from another place, right?" Grab looked at his new boss with a little flattering look. He had never heard of such a number of people in this area, one who can resist and fight, but he has no boss under his command.

"I came from...the south!" replied the orc. "I just came here! I want to know what's going on here!"

"Of course, of course, boss." Grab replied immediately. "What do you want to know?"

"Are the tribes here so big?"

"No, boss, here are... all small tribes after the disbandment of large tribes! So they are only so big!"

"…disband…whether the big tribe is now?"

"In the mountains... in the north, there are Iron Claw Fortress! There are many large tribes there, fighting for the Iron Claw Fortress." Grab replied diligently. "So there are only many small tribes here. If a boss fights a lot of victories and becomes a war boss, and has many subordinates, he will leave here and go to the north. If a large tribe in the north disbands, the remaining kids will come here. Therefore, the tribes in this area are not very big."

"Then...what do the tribes here eat?" The orc asked another question. This question is quite stupid, but orcs are generally not very smart, so Grab had no doubts at all.

"If you eat delicious food, it is best to have meat. If you don't have meat, we eat mushrooms. Snot sperm will grow mushrooms. If there are many mushrooms, we can also brew mushroom wine. Boss, our subordinates do not have snot sperm now, but we will soon find a batch. I will brew good and good mushroom wine for the boss to drink. But let's find a few kids to join our tribe first."

Seeing that the boss was a little confused, Grab explained, "Orc boy."

"I ask you, what do the tribe here want most?"

"Boss, is this more important? Of course, it's to occupy the Iron Claw Fortress, and then have a refreshing Waaaaagh... All tribes will come to join!"

“What is…Waaaaagh?”

Grab looked at the boss in amazement. How could he not even know what Waaaaagh is? Don’t the orcs in the south know what Waaaaaagh is? Is he really an orc?
Chapter completed!