Chapter 767 Misunderstanding

"Waaagh? Don't be funny, you poor bastard! Do you think they accept anyone's articles?" The security guard laughed and chased Rotten Teeth.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Waaagh under the shield, Rotten Teeth ran faster and faster. His boss slammed the door of the Waaagh and said he had big news to report!

"Boss, he went in!" A security guard shook his stick and rushed in, but was stopped by his captain.

"That's the Waaagh. If we go in without explanation, we will be beaten. Wait for the idiot who ate the free meal to be beaten out. Fortunately, his meat is quite tough. I guess it can pay off the debt after roasting it."

Just as the security guard outside was thinking about the delicious meat on Rotten Teeth, Rotten Teeth finally saw what the Waaagh looked like.

The rectangular stone wall was full of helmets, military ranks, medals and other things seized from the shrimp.

An orc in a black windbreaker strode over. He pulled Rotten Tooth up and looked at him carefully.

Hmm. Is this a wild boy from the Snake Bite Clan? He doesn't look like one. His body is clean and has no tattoos.

Pah!

His butt feels good and firm. He must have trained a lot in private.

"Okay! Stand up straight, you weakling! I'm Iron Tooth Zhenwei! If you can't say one, two, three, four, five, I'll take your ribs off to repair the door!"

After Iron Tooth finished speaking, he dragged Rotten Tooth all the way inside.

It was very lively inside. The fart spirits in uniforms were busy. They had a pen made of finger bones hanging on their ears, and their bodies were covered with ink and paint.

"How many copies of the 137th issue of "Weekly Waaagh" have been printed? Fifteen thousand? Not enough! We need more! Keep printing!"

"Draw quickly, you idiot! Can't your claws catch anything except food?"

"The big boss needs more "Daily Waaagh", collect manuscripts quickly!"

"Take these and send them to the shrimp's position, they should also be influenced by excellent culture."

Rotten Tooth looked around and felt that the work here was really fresh, and then he was roughly pushed onto a stool, and Iron Tooth Zhenwei, who was dressed in black, called a fart-like employee who could write and draw.

Iron Tooth Zhenwei lit a Waaagh brand cigar and blew a puff of smoke directly into Rotten Tooth's face.

"Speak." Iron Tooth pouted.

Rotten Tooth calmed down, and then recalled carefully, "I saw Old Dead Eyes."

Rotten Tooth's voice was not loud, but the word Old Dead Eyes was like a spell, and the moment it came out, the noisy military Waaagh department quieted down.

Big and small fart spirits and orcs listened attentively to see what Rotten Tooth could say.

"Old Dead Eyes is really as fierce and cunning as the rumors say! His power claws are even bigger than me, and his red dead eyes are as dazzling as the sun. If it weren't for the blessing of God, I wouldn't be able to come back."

"He took away my magnet, my big teeth, and beat me up. Did you see my mouth? My two biggest big teeth were taken away by Yarrick."

Listening to Rotten Tooth's description, Iron Teeth nodded as a matter of course. Old Dead Eyes should have this style.

Iron is the most Waaagh orc, and Old Dead Eyes is the most Waaagh shrimp.

Big Boss will definitely like to hear this story next, and the spineless orc boy should also listen to Old Dead Eyes' awesome story to boost his morale.

Don't be so proud of yourself just because you smashed a few shrimps' heads.

"Old Dead Eyes told me that our Big Boss, who is full of iron, is a good opponent, but not good enough. He said that Big Boss is still a bit weak and doesn't make him Waaagh so refreshing."

"What?"

"Old Dead Eyes also said that he would take all the shrimps and canned food to find another awesome opponent. He said that awesome opponent is ten times or even nine times stronger than Big Boss!"

"Huh?"

Rotten Tooth became more and more excited as he spoke. Iron Tooth, who was sitting opposite him, was shocked, and the other smart orcs in the Waaagh army all cried out that something was wrong.

Old Dead Eyes is very strong, really strong. The last time Old Dead Eyes went out in person, he took half of Big Boss's life. More than a dozen garbage mountains and hundreds of super-heavy bosses died in front of Big Boss.

No one knows what Big Boss saw. It is only known that Big Boss exclaimed that it was fun as soon as he woke up from the operating table, and then he killed the little bastard who wanted to take his position as Big Boss.

In the culture of the orcs, meeting a good brother who is happy to fight is really the first of the three great fortunes in the life of an orc.

The other two fortunes are sitting on mushrooms and thinking nothing after a fight, and having greasy roasted Squigs to eat when hungry.

They look up to Old Dead Eyes, so what if Old Dead Eyes look down on them?

Tie Chi Zhen Wei was a little panicked. He didn't know how to face the boring battlefield without Old Dead Eyes. Should he go back to his hometown and fight those stupid orcs without a mind?

Tiechi shuddered in his stomach, and he hurriedly stood up and ran upstairs, knocking away many fart spirits who were unable to avoid him along the way.

Bang, bang, bang!

The door was smashed open by Tiechi's fist, and the melodious Waaagh music composed by the stick was heard from inside.

The big boss was inspired by this kind of music to make this big Waaagh more and more interesting.

Tie Bentian raised his head. He was very dissatisfied that someone had disturbed his creative mood. He was so full of ideas just now that he had already drawn half of the sketch. Now, because of Tiechi's recklessness, he needed to regain his inspiration.

"I hope you have something important to say, otherwise I will throw you down from here!" Tie Bentian said with a sullen face.

"Boss! It's bad! Old Dead Eyes..."

"What happened to Old Dead Eyes?"

"He. He. He is leaving."

"What the hell?"

Tie Bentian stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open. Because he heard too much explosive news, his chest rose and fell violently, and even the heavy armor on his body was pushed open with obvious gaps.

Old Dead Eyes. Gone?

How could this be possible?

How could this be possible!

Old Dead Eyes is so strong, so healthy and strong, how could he leave?

Obviously, the drawings on the table were also designed for him. If he could see this anti-Old Dead Eyes armor that is more than 20 meters high, how happy he would be.

But now he can't see it?

My eyes went dark, my head ached, and a fishy smell rose up in my throat. I tried my best to suppress the grief and continued to ask.

"Where did Old Dead Eye die? I must see him for the last time."