Daidai scratched his head, glancing at Toothy with a slightly embarrassed expression.
It was so busy hitting that it didn't hear Toothy talking at all.
Toothy hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Oh well, if he's dead, he's dead.
Anyway Awu is a nuisance if he's alive, so it's better to kill him.
With Awu's death, the already low morale of the Gretchin completely collapsed.
Within minutes, all two hundred-plus thugs were gone.
Half of them died, and half ran away. Want to surrender? There's no chance at all.
By the time Toothy realized what was happening and shouted for them to stop, there were already more than a hundred corpses lying on the ground.
Blood flowed like a river, turning the entire entrance to the stronghold green.
Toothy stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, panting heavily.
It was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was its own or someone else's.
He held the hand cannon in his arms; the barrel was still hot and smoking.
It still couldn't find Lynn.
The purple figure was not among the Orks.
So it was very strange that these Orks would come to its rescue.
They were clearly Seven-Smasha's henchmen; Seven-Smasha wasn't there, why did they come running here on their own?
The big guy walked over, looked down at it, and grinned.
His face was splattered with blood, and his smile was somewhat frightening.
"It was the boss... who sent us," it said, its voice booming like thunder, making Toothy's ears ring.
"Boss? Which boss?"
The giant didn't answer; it turned and led the Orks away into the dust and mist.
Lynn really didn't have time to go online and manage things here today; the battle in space was raging, and he couldn't leave.
But he still took the time to say one thing to Doudou:
"Your task today is simple, there's only one: protect that Toothy named Gretchin who was with me last time, treating him like your smartest leader!"
Doudou patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, Governor! We'll definitely protect that little Gretchin!"
Therefore, it personally monitored Toothy's safety around the base.
When it discovered that Awu had brought people to cause trouble, it immediately went back and brought its own men.
Toothy stood there, watching the direction they had gone, and suddenly understood something.
" Seven-Smasha..." Its eyes felt a little hot.
Inside the outpost, Toothy sat in the chair that Awen had once sat in.
It looked up at the corner deep inside the stronghold where Lynn was sleeping.
The purple figure was still asleep, unaware of when it would awaken.
But Toothy had a premonition that everything here would change drastically when he woke up.
It smiled, wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth, stood up, and walked to the door.
Outside, the henchmen were cleaning up the mess. When they saw it come out, they all bowed and called out, " Master Ya!"
It nodded, stood at the doorway, and looked at the distant sky.
There were flashes of light; the expeditionary fleet and Chandler's fleet were engaged in fierce combat.
But for some reason, Toothy always felt that Seven-Smasha's deep sleep was related to those distant points of light.
Toothy spent the entire day at the outpost, a day longer than any other day in its life.
It was covered in wounds, with a cut on its left shoulder that was still bleeding despite being bandaged.
My right leg was punctured, and I walk with a limp.
His face was bruised and battered, making him look like a defeated soldier.
But it dared not sleep. After its underlings finished cleaning up the battlefield and counting the spoils, those who were supposed to disperse went away, and those who were supposed to sleep went to sleep.
Some people were grinning foolishly while clutching their assigned teeth, snoring in the corner; others were crying out in their sleep, "Spare me Master Ya!"
The stronghold gradually quieted down, leaving only the snoring of the Gretchin.
Toothy sat next to Lynn, leaning against the wall, staring at the sleeping face.
It would occasionally nudge the purple body to see if Lynn had woken up.
Just when it was about to give up, Lynn finally woke up.
Finally, movement came from the corner. The purple figure sat up.
Lynn rubbed his temples, his consciousness returning from the Pinnacle Black Obsidian, the roar of space battle still lingering in his head.
After Rena Jingzhe missed her chance to kill Chandler, Lynn came over to check on the situation without resting.
It seems that we still need to look for opportunities internally.
Lynn breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the little Gretchin covered in blood was still alive.
"It's good that nothing bad happened," he said.
When Toothy saw that Lynn was awake, he couldn't stop grinning.
But as I was laughing, tears suddenly streamed down my face.
"You're finally awake! I thought you were dead!" It cried loudly, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.
Lynn didn't stop it from crying; he knew the pressure on this side was considerable as well.
Toothy cried for a full minute before stopping.
It sniffed, wiped its face, and began to talk about yesterday.
When Awu arrived, he brought over two hundred thugs, each carrying a knife.
When the Orks rushed out, they slaughtered all of Awu's men.
It became more and more excited as it spoke, gesturing wildly, but as it continued, its voice lowered.
"But they were all exposed."
"Now the whole ranch knows I have a group of Orks backing me. Xiaobudian definitely knows, and the overseers will find out sooner or later..."
It became increasingly panicked as it spoke.
"Should we run? Before we're discovered, let's take those teeth and run far, far away..."
It has already started planning its escape route.
After hearing this, Lynn smiled and said, "That's a good thing!"
Toothy heard this, she thought Lynn had gone mad from the beating and reached out to touch his forehead.
Lynn pushed its hand away, telling it not to rush.
He then closed his eyes and let Rena scan his and Doudou's physiological structures.
A few seconds later, the results came back, showing that the Orks characteristics were more than half complete.
Even if he were dissected now, people would only suspect that the Ork Boyz had mutated.
Lynn opened her eyes, unable to hide her joy.
It seems the news that Toothy has a group of Ork Boyz behind him has already spread throughout the ranch.
And it is increasingly being "believed" by the Orks.
They're turning into a real bunch of Orks!
Lynn stood up, his purple eyes shining in the darkness.
"It seems there's no need to continue this act."
Toothy didn't understand. " Seven-Smasha, what does that mean?"
"You can just wait here." Lynn patted its shoulder, reassuring it.
"It's time to change the owner of this ranch."
Immediately afterwards, Lynn ordered Toothy to make a hundred sets of purple ninja outfits, just like the one he was wearing.
Although Toothy didn't understand, she didn't ask any questions and immediately did as she was told.
It emptied the warehouse of all the purple pigment and woke up all the sleeping underlings in the stronghold.
Cutting, dyeing, and sewing the fabric.
The underlings were so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open, but seeing Toothy's gloomy face, none of them dared to slack off.
After a whole day of work, more than a hundred crooked but barely wearable purple clothes were piled up in the corner.
Lynn glanced at it and nodded. "More or less."
Lynn went to his spawn point alone.
That corner was just like last time, stinking and full of garbage and Squig feces.
Rena has already awakened a second batch of Ork Boyz, more than the first batch.
This time, she collected behavioral data from Lynn, Doudou, and a series of Ogryn.
The newly activated Orks mindset is already five or six parts similar to that of an ordinary Ork Boyz.
When more than a hundred bewildered Orks stood up from the corner, their imposing presence was quite astonishing.
Their eyes held that characteristic foolishness of Orks animals, like a group of toddlers just learning to walk.
Lynn stood in front of them and glanced at them.
That's enough. Whether it's the Tyranids or the Orks, fighting is an instinct etched into their DNA.