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Chapter 193 The real iron plate

Not to mention how much psychological harm this smile caused to Mancini, the Demon Hunter had already rushed down the mountain alone. As the first enemy he faced after entering the game, he had killed a lot of green skins before he changed his job. Xu Yichen really felt that it was not necessary to have any tactics. Just go over. Five hundred green skins are just a matter of exercising for a while.

However, reality can always use various accidents to knock down the empiricist face. The Green Face Tribe, one of the largest green-skinned tribes in the north of the Black Forest, successfully defeated many competitors under the leadership of the Chief Iron Overlord and occupied the territory closest to Xiao Xiami.

Brother Dao is here! There is also a ready-made castle here. Iron Ba Wang is quite satisfied with it, especially when his most capable assistant, Dashidao, found an iron ore in the mountains behind the castle. Iron Ba Wang used to be called Iron Chin, because its chin was cut off by a shameful grey skin in a battle. Fortunately, Iron Ba Wang had an idea and melted the weapon of the ba Wang, made it into the shape of a chin, and it was branded on its face, replacing the original chin, so it was named Iron Chin.

At this time, the chief, who had been renamed the Iron King, scraped his equally huge iron chin with his huge metal claws. The friction between the metal made it feel more and more Waaagh. After changing to a metal chin that time, although the Iron King was uncomfortable for several days, it stubbornly survived, and since then, it has also loved to replace its own parts with metal parts.

When the master of the artisan discovered the iron mine, the iron chin felt that the moment was coming. It sent all the guys in the green-faced tribe who looked less green to mine, and all the farts were gone to the mine. The iron chin directly attached metal armor of various shapes to its body, and the iron chin felt that the metals became part of it in the thick barbecue aroma.

Although it will cause it to weaken for a few days each time, Iron Chin thinks it is a test of it. In a few months, Iron Chin officially upgraded to Iron Overlord. As Iron Overlord upgraded, it felt infinite power echoing in its body, prompting it to become even bigger. The body that was originally the best in the entire tribe was raised a lot out of thin air. Every green skin that saw Iron Overlord promised, and had never seen a green skin that was more waaagh, bigger, and smellier than Iron Overlord.

Of course, the green skins that have inconsistent answers have now been chopped up by the Iron Bawang and buried on the hillside behind the castle, becoming the next batch of green skin seeds. Iron Bawang is not in a good mood recently. On the one hand, it is because the Green Face Tribe has not gone out for almost a week, and on the other hand, it is because the master of the tribe, the master of the tribe, has lost the desire to arm more iron boys recently, but has knocked and tinkered with some Xichang tubes in the corner.

That thing doesn't look like it's Waaagh! The Iron Bawang looked at the dozen or so tin boys standing in front of him and smiled with satisfaction. This is the real Waaagh thing, the real green skin!

These green-skinned orcs are like the smaller Iron Overlord, and their bodies are covered with metal armor. Of course, their armor is not as thick as the Iron Overlord, but they can be regarded as heavy armor of the plate armor level in the human world. Although most of the green-skinned people cannot survive the postoperative infection, Iron Overlord and Brother Idea do not understand these. They think that is because the green-skinned people are not green enough.

So, when a kid stumbled into the castle and told the Iron Bawang that there was a human shrimp that chopped over a dozen patrol greens, the Iron Bawang felt that it was time for the Idea Brother to see the power of these Iron Bawang. For the greater Waaagh, it had to stop those unrealistic fantasies!

"Boys, come with me and let's see if that little shrimp is lost!" Tiebawang gave the order in his rumbling voice, and walked out of the hall with a vote of iron-clad boy who was walking out of the hall. The green-skinned man who had come in to report the news before turned around and ran away when Tiebawang stood up. This month, six boys have been trampled to death by Tiebawang on the ground because they failed to dodge. It doesn't want to be the seventh one.

Xu Yichen didn't even open the [Red Time], so he put a team of green-skinned patrols coming towards him on the side of the road. At this time, the sword in his hand was piercing the green-skinned brains one by one. After experiencing the baptism of those chaotic demons, the demon hunter has developed this habit. Compared with the fragile humans, you will never know what steps these non-human creatures can do.

At least, these green skins look quite green, and they don’t have many heads or eyes. They are the way they met at the beginning, without mutating or changing color. The Demon Hunter checked all the green skins that were knocked down with a very pleasant mood, feeling that he didn’t need to cut them into meat sauce.

"Head, do you have to do this?" Li Yanlong carried the silent nun with him. At this time, he saw the behavior of the demon hunter and was reminiscent of it. He felt that breakfast was rebelling in his stomach.

Ranger was the person who was selected to monitor the package. Once he found that the package behind Li Yanlong had leaked or any movement, he would report it to the Demon Hunter immediately. Then, the dumpling filling that had happened before would be staged again, but thankfully, the thing seemed to know his situation very well and was quietly along the way.

The female warrior Vitoria had no reaction. Repairing a gun on the battlefield was almost a habitual behavior of a veteran. Although using a sword seemed a bit bloody, it was always much better than her doing it himself, so she swung her shackles and didn't say anything.

Zog Mancini stood at the end of the team, with a pale face and no remarks.

"Since we're here, we have to say hello to each other." The Demon Hunter cut off a green-skinned head and threw it to the samurai: "Can you throw it in? Tell them that the master is back home."

"Of course there is no problem!" The samurai saw many green figures on the castle walls that looked thinner than humans, running back and forth in panic, and were thrown down from time to time by the huge green skins. She made a posture like an ancient Greek statue of a discus thrower, and her solid muscles bulged. She turned around in a circle. The green skin's head crossed nearly 150 meters away and directly hit the chin of the Iron Overlord Boss who had just left the door.
Chapter completed!
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