Orc Tyrant

A huge triangular wooden shelf stands on the edge of the shack area outside the Blood Tooth Castle, and a wooden pole more than ten meters long is set aside. This is a big guy who is tightly tied with thick wooden sticks and wood chips. There are many huge stones. This is not a place where kids often come, next to it is a huge dung pit and a crazy village where nerve boys live, and behind it is a vast wilderness. For a complex machine, this is not an optimistic place, but the builders hate those silly Big and stupid people hate them.

　　 The tall wooden machinery is like a landmark, looking down on everything around it. Nervous boys often slobber and stare at it. Its builders have to endure this because it is unfinished, which is exactly the trouble.

　　The workshop of the white-faced mechanic is so small, and the trolleys and garbage dumps are so crowded that the hammocks for sleeping are all covered with operation consoles. The three mechanic boys are in charge of all this, only they have built such a big gadget, because cleverness is there, cleverness often leads an Ok to do something great, and Agham is working hard in that direction.

Since the legendary Guk boss got a shrewd selection, the boys have made a lot of small gangs with 50 as a group. It is precisely that Agam will become the tyrant of the white-faced mechanic gang, at least he I think so. He is bigger than the other two, but not as big as a guard, or as big as his head, not yet. But he is developing and expanding in that direction, because Agham has big ambitions-the ambitions of Dajiba, just like the idea brother next to Boss Guk.

There are not many boys with white-faced mechanics. They are all curious idlers. They only break their mouths. He always howls, and then entangles with Agam for small things, and there are dwarfs than other Europeans. Ke Xiao, and often anxious about it, but he has tricks. The dwarf has a lot of Oak’s wisdom, “too many” some guys will even say so.

As the day drew near, the mechanic helped the boy into a bad mood. The dwarf sawed the wood crunching, and the broken nails took the nails out of the mouth to be nailed with a sledgehammer. Occasionally, a scream was made. Brainstorming, the loyal **** slurped beside him. The farts are running around, and the rags on their bodies are marked with the white face decoration of the gang. This is from an unreliable saying that white is a lucky color.

The whole workshop exudes the smell of wood chips and sweat of Ock, the iron-making stove whispers, the fart panting with the blower, the curse of the dwarf grows louder, even loud enough to cover the nerves outside. Weird.

　　 Argum and Guru whispered, pointing at the pattern on or here on the board, trying to figure out why the arm didn’t work.

　　 “The dwarf’s problem.”

　　Agam said this to his handyman:

　　 “The pulley block is too complicated. The axles and torsion bars are too easy to fall apart. What’s wrong with pulling with a kid?”

　　 He moved his chin to his fist to rest, and fell into contemplation. The head of the fart stunned dumbfounded, his ears shrugged beside his head.

　　 “Boss!”

　　 Suddenly, he pulled Agam’s apron.

　　 “Boss, the sneaky guy is here!”

Zag, the boss of the headhunter and the famous thief of Bloodfang, slacked into the workshop. This guy disturbed the cold atmosphere, and let the boys and farts of the mechanics arrive at him. I closed my pocket before the arm.

　　 A large number of yellow-faced **** slipped out from behind him as he walked through the gate and stopped, and Agham’s **** hurried forward to block them to ensure that they would not touch anything.

　　Zag frowned with his hand on his waist, and looked up and down at the giant machine.

　　 “Er, I’m dripping, haven’t finished Agham? That’s not okay, oh not good, that’s really bad.”

　　 Zag looked at Agham mockingly. His long teeth were painted yellow. This is a color that Agham hates. It is dishonest. It is like a thief. All the dead headhunters are thieves.

Zag’s equipment is very good, with armor embedded with iron skin, two large knives staggered behind his back, worn boots don’t know where they were stolen, and a black oil helmet on his head, This is much better than Agam’s helmet, which is full of holes.

　　 “What is that?”

　　 Zag asked, he pointed at the long arm, the thing was really thick and thick.

　　 “Put in, throw out, put, throw.”

　　Exemplarily made a throwing action, Agam explained.

　　 “Great thing, can throw a kid straight out, very far, very high, very special!”

　　 “But it’s not finished yet?”

　　 “A mess.”

　　Agram’s concise answer.

　　 “This is where you are wrong!”

　　 protruded a finger at Agham, and Zag looked very angry.

　　 “We are going to climb, not throw! What’s the use? Climb to understand? Hey, hey, just go up, don’t think about any special brother, don’t do it, Grak wants a strong boy.”

　　 Everything originated from Grak’s exhaustive idea. During his time in Bloodfang, he proposed a competition. Any kid who climbed the top of Bloodfang for the first time would get the chance to join the Blood Axe. Everyone knows that Grak is the second best boss besides Guk, and the closest to the core. His blood axe group is a big guy who can fight against the top, and comes with a steel pull. Red axe.

No kid wanted to miss this opportunity, and Agham didn’t want to, but he wasn’t the strongest, the blood fangs were very high, the rocks outside were also very steep, and they were all straight. He couldn’t go up with his hands and feet. So he needs something.

　　 “I want it to be completed!”

Aghem roared, he really hated this guy, and this place, they are stupid and bad, as if they have a little bit of mechanics on their body, provide them to Agam when they don’t want to do or want to do it. Non-professional advice.

　　 “If you yellow face ghosts stop stealing everything, it was done a few days ago!”

　　 “In fact, it’s not very good. I have to say that you can’t count on this when fighting.”

　　Zag hummed his nose, ignored the jumping feet of Agum, and looked around the workshop, estimating the value of everything.

　　 “Speak the time! I will get there!”

　　 Agrum roared, picked up the biggest hammer, and hit the workbench hard, all the farts shrank.

　　 “It’s time to exercise.”

　　Zag strode toward Agham, facing his face, and the two Oaks looked at him, straightening their backs. Agam may have been a mechanic boy, but now he is almost as big as Zag.

A challenge is being raised, the muscles on their big faces are twisted, the smoke is blowing in their nostrils as if they are burning, their lips are slightly turned to reveal dagger-like teeth, their chests emit a low rumble, and the fart are hiding on the work table. Behind.

　　 Bang~!

　　 The workbench not far away made a loud sound, and a cloud of smoke rose.

　　 “What the hell!”

　　 shouted as he stumbled out of the collapsed hut, he had a dozen rubber bands around his head, and his arm was also, his buddy, the neurotic Nugho, followed by unspeakable nonsense.

　　 “No! Not useful, the rubber band strength is not enough, the stress relaxation is serious, no! Damn it! Used!”

　　 The dwarf jumped up and cursed loudly, trying to break free of the rubber bands on his side. Nugerho wanted to help but became tighter and tighter, and he also got in.

　　 Then he noticed Agam and found him struggling with the boss of the headhunter.

　　 “What happened…what?”

　　 asked carefully.

　　 “Er I drip, I drip god.”

　　Zag smiled, his body relaxed, shaking his head proudly, looking up and down at the mechanic who was bound tightly.

　　 “What a sad scene.”

　　 sighed and crawled out from under the table, there would be no fight.

　　 “Forget me, fight with a mechanic boy? Are you too weak? No, it’s not worth the effort.”

　　 was looking for something that could fill his pocket, but it wasn’t his thing anyway. Zag hummed and turned away.

　　 “The key point is that Boss Grak appreciates my craftsmanship. He said that if no one can climb up, then I can join the blood axe regiment, and I just have a place.”

　　 “Our boss can…”

　　 said with a spitting splash, Agam immediately interrupted him with a cough.

　　 “Alas, a short man! Who do you think you are talking to?”

　　Zag had a disturbing smile on his face.

“Boss Grak can do what he wants to do, isn’t it? He is the boss, not you or your boss, right? You asshole? You are not only slow, but also thinking beyond your own level, you should think about something else. “

　　Zag laughed as he walked away, and Agham followed him angrily, stopping in front of the workshop.

　　 “Zag!”

　　He shouted.

　　 “Return that gear!”

　　 “Which gear?”

　　Zag said, an innocent look.

　　 “The one you tucked into your pants!”

　　 “Oh yes! How did it get here?”

He patted his leg, flicked his right hand, a metal gear was thrown towards the workshop, and the broken mouth immediately caught it, and the mechanic farts around him also surrounded the blue faces, not only from them. All kinds of bits and pieces also screamed and shoved each other.

　　Zag soon walked away, disappearing into sight through the streets of the neurons.

　　 “How can they do this?”

　　 The dwarf was a bit frustrated.

　　 “Thief trash! Boss, all those yellow guys!”

　　Guru is also very angry. His belt doesn’t know when he was touched by which ball, now he can only carry a piece of cloth.

　　 “I said I shouldn’t mix this up, I told you, didn’t I?”

　　 The broken mouth ignored Zag all the time. He took the kettle from the side and gulped.

　　 “Join me, you say so, let’s build a big guy!”

　　 He learned the voice of Agam, UU read www.uukanshu.com but it was very awkward.

　　 “Go to Blackrock with me! We have to be big guys!”

　　 pointed his finger at his nose and kicked the grunt he wanted to speak with his broken mouth.

“Idiot, I’m the one, see! Ghost! It’s! Idiot! This has nothing but dungworms and stupid spirits! It’s hot and smelly! There is nothing to kill, nothing to eat with taste! Next to it is the garbage dump, I live with **** neuropathy! I haven’t slept well for more than ten days! You are a genius, Aghem! Damn genius!!”

　　 “I want to finish it.”

　　Agam’s voice was surprisingly calm.

　　 “I can feel it, it’s just one step away, it must work.”

　　 Broken mouth snorted, he still trusts this guy deep in his heart, this is an unexplained emotion.

　　 “How to do? Yellow face will come to steal every thing from us.”

　　 The dwarf inserted his sentence, and the broken one immediately took the next sentence.

　　 “We can’t solve the pulley problem.”

　　 He stared at those gears, a little puzzled.

　　 “These things don’t work, I don’t know why.”

　　 “It’s better to use a string of rubber bands instead.”

“This is where the problem lies.”

　　 Broken mouth pointed to the huge arm.

　　 “Your idea is not good, this thing is too big, just rubber band, can’t stretch, it will fall apart.”

　　 “Just say that.”

　　Agam always said nothing. He stared into the distance, perhaps with his own ambitions. The broken mouth pushed the dwarf, and the other party was scratching the scab on his head.

　　 “He is thinking.”

　　 “He doesn’t.”

“he is.”

　　Broken mouth is very firm, he grinned, every time this time Agam can solve many problems.