After all, they were all Greenskins, and because of their innate habits... they were the sort who went berserk every day and beat up even their own kind.
So when a large number of Greenskins suddenly arrived, although they all seemed a little strange, the others didn't band together and rise up against them.
The terrain around Ogre Mountain was somewhat like that of Yunnan: mountains all around, with basins and places like hills scattered everywhere.
In short, theoretically speaking, it felt like a small mountain range.
Because of this, quite a few Greenskin warbands and clans lived in these mountains, along with the Greenskin Tribe of the Skull Crushers.
The Greenskins had never seen the Bloodaxe Tribe's banner, so they weren't especially wary. They probably thought these were Greenskins fleeing disaster, or outsiders who had come from somewhere else.
And honestly, from a certain perspective, Lin Yun had kept these guys on the move almost the entire time, without stopping much.
As a result, they all looked rather travel-worn. On top of that, they'd been a little too bored aboard the ship these past few days, and the earlier encounter with Bordeaux's navy had further crushed their morale.
Lin Yun needed to raise these Greenskins' spirits a little.
And raising their spirits was very simple: all he had to do was let them have a good, satisfying Waaagh!
So, after Lin Yun found a clan that seemed suitable enough, he went straight over and Waaagh!ed them.
In Lin Yun's eyes, those warbands were simply too small.
Going after them would feel like a waste of time, so Lin Yun went straight for a Greenskin clan instead.
As it turned out, Lin Yun's instincts were right.
The Greenskin clan he was about to take on was called the Iron Hand