The Game of Demon Hunter

Tusk Howler prayed to the Lord of Skulls at the edge of the camp, looking forward to harvesting enough blood and heads in today's battle, hoping that the spoils would satisfy the great Blood God.

At the same time, it hopes that all its dirty fellows will become fertilizer on the battlefield. It expects that they will all fall into a pool of blood and turn into corpses, allowing the pure blood to wash their dirty shells.

Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life.

When the blood comes out, I descend, when the blood flows, I live, when the blood stops, I die.

The growler silently recited this sentence in his heart, and when Lord Eternal God's Chosen appeared in front of him, what he said was exactly this sentence.

This is the truth of the world, and the Tusk Howler firmly believes it.

A rusty shackle was attached to Growler's wrist, and the other end was hanging in mid-air, clinking with the greenskin's movements, and an ominous light of blood floated above it.

"The fangs are the strongest and never fail." The green skin with the holy emblem of the Lord of the Skull tattooed on his back said while covering his heart, where a hideous scar almost covered his entire chest.

It seemed that some monster had plunged its sharp claws into the chest cavity of the Tusk Howler, and pulled out its heart.

"Today is a great day!" The growler roared at the greenskins in the camp: "The war you have been waiting for is about to begin!"

The green skins in the camp did not give any feedback. Some slept, some fought, and many people formed a circle, watching the two grits biting each other.

The teeth used as gambling money had already been piled up in a small pile on the ground, and all the greenskins were attentively waiting for the final outcome.

"Pfft!" A big foot fell from the sky, trampled one of the farts into a puddle of meat, and the other one immediately urinated all over the floor.

Fangs Growler ruthlessly crushed the puddle of meat under his feet, and roared loudly amidst the disappointed voices of the surrounding greenskins: "Damn it! You bastards! Take up arms! We're going to start!" A Waaagh!"

After the greenskins heard the word Waaagh, they obviously cheered up a lot, but the effect was not obvious. It seemed that many greenskins were still waiting for Fangs Howler's next words.

"I just don't think this new boss is Waaagh at all, it sounds like Waaagh's is not passionate at all!" A green skin who was taller than the other green skins muttered dissatisfied.

"I also think there is something wrong with this new boss." A muffled voice joined the discussion. If the witcher were here, he would definitely recognize this is a tin boy who was transformed by the iron tyrant. Obviously, he was lucky not to die. in previous battles.

"I want to be the new boss! I'm the next Iron King! The Iron King is Waaagh!" This tin boy had the patience that is rare among green skins. He lurked in this new tribe for two full meals, and finally decided The new boss is a guy who isn't Waaagh at all.

Now it's about to usurp power!

All the greenskins felt that there was something wrong with the new boss, so when someone stepped forward, the greenskins were all over the top!

Fangs Howler felt that he had simply lost his mind these days. He actually wanted to lead these idiots into battle. He should have sacrificed the blood of these guys to the Skull Lord long ago and summoned some useful helpers!

How many challengers is this? Now the growler finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

The tin boy stood up, and the tin boy was beaten to pieces!

The Tusk Howler easily crushed the challenger, and the opponent's head was smashed into the chest cavity by the axe. The surrounding greenskins fell silent, as if they were waiting for the next brave man to appear.

However, Tusk Growler didn't intend to wait any longer. It used its own ax to chop up the lifeless Tin Boy, and used its own big ax to draw a complex pattern on the ground.

The blood spread along the lines, filling the gully. The growler pulled out Tin Boy's head from its chest cavity, and threw it together with the internal organs in the middle of the formation.

The green skins around looked curiously at the new boss going crazy.

But when the tin boy's head suddenly widened his eyes, the greenskins let out an exclamation!

Those eyes that were dying were like goldfish deprived of oxygen, staring straight into the void, opened their mouth, and a purple-black tongue fell out of the mouth.

From the fracture of the skull, black blood continuously flowed out, like a black lake inside, gradually overflowing outside the formation.

Amidst the growler's weird and satisfied smile, the nearest green skin suddenly froze, and fell straight into the black water, melting into it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, the black water spread faster, and a blood-colored mist appeared in the air. Within the area covered by the mist, it was as if countless people were whispering.

"Why don't you do it?"

"What are you hesitating about? Wave your mist, and the blood god will reward you..."

"Blood, blood pleases the great Lord of the Skull..."

"Do you want Waaagh? You can start now..."

With the Tusk Howler at the center, the bloody mist surrounding it is the thickest, and the holy emblem representing Khorne on its back becomes more and more colorful, as if there is blood flowing on it.

When the green skins began to feel that something was wrong and planned to stay away from the new boss, they realized that the surroundings were covered by black water and blood mist, and they couldn't leave at all.

As the Fang Howler continued to cut wounds on his strong body with sharp weapons, the blood in his body became part of the blood mist.

The blood mist suddenly selected a green skin like a swarm of bees, and poured it in from its nose, eyes, and ears.

The green skin froze for a moment, and suddenly strangled his throat. The original green skin began to turn red, the sturdy body was stretched, bone spurs grew on the joints, and the head became slender and long horns grew. .

Under the witness of other green skins, this pet belonging to the blood god suddenly exploded like a soap bubble with a "poof!"

The blood mist that was originally poured into the green skin's body became thicker as if it had absorbed more nutrients, floating in the air, picking the next parasite.

A greenskin brandished his weapon and yelled, "Waaagh! I'm not afraid of anything!" before disappearing into the cloud of blood.

A second later, there was the sound of chewing in the mist, and it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of admiration for the food.

Fang Howler said to his kindred: "Come on, let's have a good Waaagh!"

And a few kilometers away, the witcher sniffed vigorously, showing a disgusted expression: "Chaos!"

PS: What kind of glutinous rice balls do you usually eat on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?