Chapter 1087 Cunning Orc Culture

"Why are you howling! You bastards don't look like orcs at all!" A big mechanic shouted fiercely, and his assistant, a fart-like technician, was so scared that he shrank behind a metal plate holding a hammer and a wrench.

The technicians of lower status scratched their heads, their faces were very ugly, and from time to time they glanced at the angry big mechanic, thinking to themselves that this old man really talks a lot of bullshit.

"Look at this financial report!" The big mechanic was still furious, and he grabbed a piece of parchment with some writing on it and showed it to the boys, "Our scrap reserves are almost empty! And those poor bastards can't even pay the interest on the loan! They patted their chests and shouted that they would twist the heads of the cans off and use them as ashtrays for me!"

A young mechanic couldn't stand it anymore, and muttered in a low voice, "Don't say it, boss... There are too many cans and shrimps, and they can't do anything. Our main force is right behind, and I heard that they are fighting with the skeletons there."

The big mechanic finally stopped talking after hearing this. He walked a few steps closer, and his huge figure looked even more terrifying in the eyes of the young mechanics. He took a deep breath and clenched his hands tightly.

In the past, this would have been a sign of action. This mumbling orc would definitely be hit hard with a punch, breaking his neck, leaving only a limp head.

But now, the orcs are more civilized and cunning, and there are fewer such behaviors of fighting at the slightest disagreement.

"You are very smart, brat?" said the big mechanic coldly, taking out a data pad from his strange-smelling trouser pocket.

In the sound of the adjustment, the mechanic boy's face became paler and paler, because he knew that the big mechanic adjusted the interest rate of the loan for him so that he could have more motivation to Waaagh!

In this mechanic camp, all the boys and farts owed the big mechanic a loan that was impossible to repay. This is not a special case, basically all orc camps are like this.

The orcs owed the big mechanic's big teeth, and the big mechanics owed the big mechanic's big teeth... layer upon layer, one ring after another.

It seems that the days before were not like this. Although the big teeth would circulate, the orcs could also play rogue and use their fists to get rid of the bill.

Uh... I can't remember clearly before, so let's just follow the current rules!

The mechanic boy took the bill from the master mechanic, and his eyes widened at the dense circles. He would soon go to the battlefield Waaagh! He earned some mercenary fees in the last wave, and of course he had to sell his belongings to get the money for the fare to the battlefield.

Just as the master mechanic used loans to scare the boys so much that they dared not breathe, the orc disguised as an Alpha agent stumbled in.

The master mechanic still remembered them. These boys had filled up the gas in his territory and settled the bills honestly.

"Stingy master mechanic! Our team is finished!"

The stingy master mechanic's eyes lit up when he heard it. He suppressed his smile and pretended to be very sad and asked, "Is your team finished? Where is it finished? We will go over to recycle it... No, we will tow it for you!"

The stingy master mechanic was not interested in the frame of the racing boy, but the roaring engine made him drool. He doesn't know how to produce that thing, and he doesn't understand how these idiots who can only race cars can make that kind of equipment.

"We had a car accident near the factory of the brain-swollen bag master!"

After saying this, the greedy heart of the stingy master was hesitant again. The factory of the brain-swollen bag master was the most famous factory in this area. After the explosion, the master masters were in great pain and regretted why they didn't make a lot of money before the brain-swollen bag factory was blown up.

Now that place is still very valuable, and all kinds of waste are piled up like mountains. But the master masters are very shy about it. The orc boys sent there are either dead or crazy. When they come back and ask questions, they say that the place is haunted and there is something black and dark staring at them.

After thinking about it, the bill with the exaggerated big tooth deficit appeared in his mind. Can the black thing be more scary than the debt collection team of the iron boss?

The stingy master gritted his teeth and slammed his hand on the table and shouted. "Don't worry, little brother! I'll take people to tow your car for you right now!" He was careful and didn't ask these anxious racing boys for the towing fee and repair fee. Once the car was towed back, he would ask for a big price.

The scale of the towing team of the stingy master is not small. After all, the master himself is out, and the pomp must be in place. The heavy scrap metal door opened, and two garbage mountains loaded with cranes and metal boxes were driven out by the orc tanks. If they saw the black ghost thing next to the factory, the orcs would also have the strength to fight.

"Is this the car accident scene you mentioned?" The stingy master looked through the telescope. There were indeed traces of the vehicle out of control on the ground in the distance. The metal debris was scattered in the soil, and the deep pit that was still shining still exuded the burnt smell of the roaring engine explosion.

No matter how he looked at it, the stingy master felt that there was no car to be recycled.

"There are still cars! There are seven or eight cars that ran in, but they didn't brake. It will take a while to stop."

The beastmen can tell the numbers clearly under the influence of Brother Mao, which is really gratifying. When the stingy Da Jiba heard it, he nodded secretly. Being able to tell the numbers clearly means that this kid didn't lie to him.

Looking at the wreckage of the factory in the distance, Da Jiba was also a little scared. He gave an order, asking the boys to aim the gravity towing cannon at the wreckage of the factory.

"What if the black thing is lured out!"

"Let it go if I tell you to! Otherwise, I'll deduct your salary!"

The orcs were helpless, trembling as they charged the cannons, and then held the cannons in their arms. They had heard many horror stories about the black thing in the camp.

That thing can roar! As long as it roars, the ears feel as if they were bombed by thousands of bombs.

That thing can see! Millions of eyes appeared in a dark shadow, even the mushrooms we grow don’t have as many eyes.

That thing...

In anxiety, the gravity drag cannon started. A purple water drop-shaped sphere flew towards the depths of the factory. The sphere disintegrated, releasing a huge drag force. The structure of the factory was no longer as solid as before without the support of the orc Waaagh! Power, just like a dilapidated house that has lost its popularity after being uninhabited for a long time.

Many bolts and steel bars were torn off and gathered towards the center of the explosion. The unbalanced structure collapsed and fell one after another, and countless smoke and dust were sucked into solid powder blocks before they could rise into the sky.

A garbage ball with a diameter of more than 100 meters fell to the ground. The sound of the impact spread far away, and then a dark shadow rushed straight into the sky.