Chapter 765 Bullying the Orcs

Ohm III, this forging world filled with furnaces and factories, has fallen into the hands of the orcs. Because of its high importance in production, this planet has naturally become one of the battlefields for the main battles between the human empire and the orc army.

Every morning, as the factory whistle releases a long and loud sound, the factory door will open, and a large amount of weapons and ammunition will be sent to the front line together with the soldiers just recruited from the hive.

Parents in the hive have spent decades of hard work to raise their children, and it only takes an iron nail that the orcs grind to blow their heads off.

The life of the whole world is rapidly devoured and squeezed by the war. If there is no external help, relying only on the resistance of the native people of the planet, they will be completely submerged by the ever-expanding number of orcs in three hundred years.

The soil on the front line was blown to this side by artillery fire, and then blown back to the other side. The scavenger boy only needs to bring a large magnet to suck out a considerable amount of broken metal from the soil.

In the 8133 Basin, the scavenger boy Rotten Teeth picked up the large magnet that had absorbed the scrap metal.

This magnet was already heavy, and it was even heavier after absorbing the scrap metal. Even if Rotten Teeth got a mechanical arm equipped with a diesel crane from the big mechanic Black Heart, he still needed to be fully prepared before he could move.

Pop.

Rotten Teeth opened a wine bottle made of a human skull. The gaps and holes in the skull were sealed with something like cement, and it was filled with strong liquor made from mushrooms and rust.

The smell was pungent and the taste was like a knife cutting the throat, but this thing nourishes the body and can make the bones of orcs as shiny as metal, and even grow spike-like bone spurs on the joints of the fingers.

After taking a sip of the strong liquor, Rotten Teeth shook his head and swayed his lips. Even by the standards of orcs, this liquor was hard to drink.

Feeling that he had a lot of strength, Rotten Teeth raised the large magnet with both hands and covered it on the metal plate on his back.

Walking slowly towards the camp, Rotten Tooth suddenly stopped hearing the sound of cannons.

There is a high ground on the edge of the basin, which is occupied by a group of blasting boys who like to play with firecrackers. They do nothing but light the fire and watch the bombs rise into the air all day long. Occasionally, they will set off fireworks to set off the atmosphere.

When some orc bosses go to fight with shrimps, they will ask them to add some atmosphere. 500 big teeth can make them bomb for half an hour.

"Why is there no sound today?" Rotten Tooth just muttered and looked back at the high ground, and found that the spire of the Waaagh Tower was flying towards him.

My second brother!

Rotten Tooth was sobered up on the spot because he saw the ridiculous face of the fart announcer in the spire of the Waaagh Tower.

But he didn't have time to slap his legs and laugh. He ran forward with the magnet with all his strength, asking the second brother to bring him blue luck.

I can't die now! I haven't saved enough for the down payment on the Death Tutu! I haven't had a good time with the shrimps yet! I haven't tasted the delicious grilled human steak at the Beast Flow Hotel yet!

The roar and impact of the tower tip landing knocked Rotten Tooth to the ground. He felt that the pressure from the magnet on his back was much stronger when he lay flat.

Rotten Tooth was drowsy for a long time before he felt that his brain could function flexibly again. A shrimp's voice came to his ears, sounding very old.

Hey! Shrimp!

Rotten Tooth was worried that he didn't have a frame to loosen his bones today. If there was a shrimp that he could play with, it would be perfect.

He tried hard to get up, and he saw a red power claw swinging next to his head in the corner of his eyes.

Rotten Tooth's eyes lit up, and his envious eyes followed the power claw all the way up.

What a mighty power claw, with a shiny claw, a thick red claw body, and the owner who holds it, wearing a black coat that fits the current fashion trend of orcs. An orc who can own such an outfit must be very remarkable, right?

Rotten Tooth finally saw a red one-eyed man. He was sober now. The one standing behind him was not an orc, but an old dead eye who was more orcish than an orc.

Rotten Tooth lay back again, lying on the ground with his hands holding the soil to cover his head, silently praying that the old dead eye could not see him.

Ryder reminded, "There is a living orc here."

Yarrick looked down and found a dirty orc lying in the soil and the wreckage of the spire, with a lot of metal parts piled on his back.

Yarrick approached step by step, the buzzing sound of the power claw became louder and louder, and Rotten Tooth's heartbeat became faster and faster.

"You can't see me. You can't see me."

"I see you, weakling, stand up!" Yarrick used the language of the orcs to puncture Rotten Teeth's fantasy.

Rotten Teeth was so scared that he almost cried. He supported his arms tremblingly, feeling that the strength he was proud of was leaving him.

Yarrick narrowed his eyes, and he grabbed Rotten Teeth's shoulders with his intact hand and lifted him up in an instant.

Rotten Teeth knelt on the ground in shock, and his body leaned back slightly because of the magnet behind him. He needed to use a certain amount of strength to keep his body balanced.

"Okay, you weakling! Rookie! Skinny slug!"

The rough scolding made Rotten Teeth unable to raise his head, and he didn't dare to make any more mistakes in front of the legendary Old Dead Eyes.

Rotten Teeth felt that he was strong enough because he didn't pull his pants in fear under the stare of Old Dead Eyes.

"Listen to me, you weakling. Tell your little iron-clad brat that I think he is no longer a worthy opponent. I am going to find someone else to play with, understand?"

Rotten Teeth nodded like crazy, and Yarick asked him to repeat his words.

"Uh. You look down on our boss and think he is useless. Are you going to find another boss who is stronger and more powerful to fight?"

"You can get out now!"

Finally, bless you!

Rotten Teeth was overjoyed. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Yarick speak again.

"Leave the stuff here."

Rotten Teeth's body shook. This was all his wealth, the big tooth in his crotch, the magnet on his back, and the armor made from the armor plate of the Chimera. He spent five months digging up this set of garbage.

Click, the power claw made a sound.

With trembling hands, he took off the things on his body. Rotten Teeth felt that he might as well die in the hands of Old Dead Eyes. It would be so embarrassing to go back naked like this.

"Your is pretty good too."

"What?"

Arek punched Rotten Tooth in the face, taking away the two biggest, smelliest, and sharpest teeth in his mouth as he wailed.

"Go back and cry! Useless snot!" Arek kicked Rotten Tooth's butt roughly, crushing his dignity into the mud.