Vol 2 Chapter 295: This green skin believes in evil

Fang Roarer prayed to the Lord of Skulls at the edge of the camp, looking forward to harvesting enough blood and heads in today's battle, hoping that the spoils of war can satisfy the great blood god.
At the same time, it hopes that all of its filthy comrades will become fertilizers on the battlefield. It expects that they will all fall into a pool of blood and become corpses, allowing pure blood to wash away their dirty shells.
Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.
Bleeding, I drop, blood flow, my life, bleeding stops, I die.
The growler chanted this sentence silently in his heart, and when the Lord Eternal God Chosen appeared in front of him, it was exactly this sentence in his mouth.
This is the truth of the world, Fang Roarer firmly believes.
A section of rusty shackles was handcuffed to the roarer's wrist, and the other end was hanging in the air. As the green skin clinked, unknown blood floated on it.
"The fangs are the strongest and never fail." The green skin with the holy emblem of the skull master tattooed behind it, covering the position of his heart, said, where a hideous scar almost covered the entire chest.
It seemed that some monster inserted its sharp claws into Fang Growler's chest cavity and pulled out its heart.
"Today is a great day!" The growler roared at the greenskins in the camp: "The war you have been waiting for is about to begin!"
The green skins in the camp did not give any feedback, sleeping, sleeping, fighting, and fighting, and many people formed a circle, watching the two biting each other together.
As the teeth of gambling capital, a small pile has been piled on the ground, and all the green skins are waiting attentively for the final outcome.
"Puff!" A big foot fell from the sky, stomping one of the into a pool of flesh, and the other peeed on the spot.
Fang Growler smashed the mashed meat under his feet, and roared loudly in the disappointed voices of the surrounding greenskins: "Damn it! You guys! Get me weapons! We're going to start. An aaagh!"
After the green skins heard the word aaaagh, they obviously aroused a lot of energy, but the effect was not obvious. It seems that many green skins are still waiting for Fang Growler's next.
"I just think this new boss is not aaagh at all, it sounds aaagh is not passionate at all!" A green leather taller than the others muttered dissatisfied.
"I also think there is something wrong with this new boss." A muffled voice joined the discussion. If the Demon Hunter was here, he would definitely recognize that this was a tin boy who was transformed by the Iron Overlord. Obviously it was lucky that he did not die. In the previous battle.
"I want to be the new boss! I'm the next Iron Overlord! Iron Overlord is the most aaagh!" This tin boy has some patience that is rare among greenskins. He has lurked in this new tribe for two full meals before finally confirming So this new boss is not aaagh at all.
Now it is about to usurp power!
All the green skins felt that the new boss had a problem, so when someone stood up, these green skins boiled!
Fang Growler feels that he has lost his mind these days. It actually wants to lead these idiots to fight. It should have sacrificed these guys to the Lord of Skulls and summon some useful helpers!
How many challengers is this? Now the growler finally couldn't contain the anger in his heart.
The Tin Boy stood up, and the Tin Boy was beaten into scrap!
Fang Growler crushed the challenger easily, and the opponent's head was smashed into the chest cavity with an axe. The surrounding green skins calmed down, as if waiting for the next brave to appear.
However, Fang Growler didn't intend to wait anymore. It chopped up the iron boy who had lost his life with its own axe, and drew a complicated pattern on the ground with its big axe.
The blood spread along with the lines and filled the gully, and the head of Tin Boy was taken out of its chest cavity by the growler, and thrown in the middle of the formation along with the internal organs.
The surrounding greens looked curiously at the new boss going crazy.
But when that tin boy's head suddenly widened his eyes, the green skins exclaimed!
Those staring eyes looked like an oxygen-deficient goldfish, looking straight at the void, opened his mouth, and a purple-black tongue fell out of his mouth.
At the fracture of the head, black blood continuously flowed out, like a black lake inside, gradually overflowing outside the formation.
Amidst the strange and contented smile of the growler, the nearest green skin suddenly stiffened, fell straight into the black water, and melted in at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Instead, the black water spread faster, and a mist appeared in the air, and the mist enveloped the area as if countless people were whispering.
"Why don't you do it?"
"Why are you hesitating? Waving your mist, the blood will reward you..."
"Blood, blood satisfies the great skull lord..."
"Do you want aaagh? You can start now..."
With Fang Growler as the center~EbookFREE.me~, the blood-colored mist is the thickest, and the holy symbol on its back, which represents the fear of abuse, becomes more and more vivid, as if blood is flowing on it.
When the greenskins started to feel wrong and planned to stay away from the new boss, they discovered that the surroundings were already enveloped by black water and blood mist, and they could not leave at all.
As Fang Growler continued to cut wounds on his strong body with sharp weapons, the blood in his body became part of the blood mist.
Suddenly, the blood mist selected a green skin like a swarm of bees and poured it in from its nose, eyes, and ears.
The green skin froze for a moment, and suddenly strangled his throat. The original green skin began to turn red, the sturdy body was stretched, bone spurs grew at the joints, and the head became slender and with long horns. .
Under the witness of other green skins, this pet belonging to the blood suddenly exploded like a soap bubble with a "poof!"
The blood mist that was originally poured into the green skin body became thicker as if it had absorbed more nutrients, floating in the air, picking the next parasite.
A green skin brandished his weapon and shouted: "aaagh! I'm not afraid of anything!" Then he disappeared into the blood mist.
A second later, there was the sound of chewing in the mist, which seemed to be accompanied by a sigh of satisfaction with the food.
Fang Growler said to his fellow clan: "Come on, let's have a good aaagh!"
And a few kilometers away, the demon hunter sniffed hard, showing an expression of disgust: "Chaos!"
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