Lynn returned to the stronghold with over 130 Ork Boyz.
When a group of enormous figures emerged from the dust and mist, even though they walked in a crooked and unsteady manner.
But just the sight of over 130 tall, imposing figures standing together was enough to intimidate anyone.
Toothy and his gang of underlings stood at the door, their legs trembling.
Someone asked in a low voice, "These, these are all our people?"
No one answered him, because even Toothy was frightened.
Afterwards, the Orks put on purple ninja outfits as Lynn ordered.
The tall figures began to distort and blur, a sight that terrified the Gretchin even more.
Then Lynn found a piece of sheet metal and carved a swirling cloud on it with a knife, with a horizontal stroke running through the middle.
"This is the symbol of the Hokage Clan." Lynn held up the piece of metal.
Each Orks used strips of cloth to tie a piece of iron, engraved with his mark, to his head as a headband.
Some are tied to their arms or around their waists.
Lynn held up a flag with the same cirrus cloud symbol on it.
"From this day forward, our Hokage Clan is officially established!"
The Orks roared deafeningly, drowning out the howling wind over the pasture.
The sound carried far, far away through the night sky.
The sleeping Gretchin in the distance were startled awake, unaware of what had happened.
But that sound made them uneasy.
By this time, Xiaobudian had received news of Awu's complete annihilation for some time.
More than thirty Ork Boyz! This is no joke.
It immediately notified several gang leaders in the vicinity, warning them to be careful.
But the more it thought about it, the more uneasy it became. If the thirty-odd Orks continued to breed, there would be at least a thousand of them in a month!
I don't even dare to think about what will happen next.
It sat in its luxurious outpost, converted from a transport ship, feeling restless and unable to even eat its favorite braised meat.
It kept drinking mushroom wine, pacing back and forth, its mind filled with those purple images.
It began to regret giving Awu's territory to Toothy.
No, we shouldn't have pushed Toothy up.
They should have just killed that Gretchin back then and thoroughly investigated everything around him.
But it's too late to say anything now.
As midnight fell, Xiaobudian's hideout suddenly went dark, and then all the windows shattered.
One after another, purple shadows surged in through the window, their forms blurred and impossible to discern.
More than 500 Gretchin were in complete chaos inside and outside the stronghold.
The Orks were tall, agile, and incredibly strong.
One slice at a time, like chopping melons or cutting vegetables.
Some Orks charged into the crowd wielding dual swords, turning themselves into meat grinders.
Screams, pleas for mercy, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart mingled together, echoing in the night sky.
The Xiaobudian was surrounded by several Orks guards with guns, but those purple shadows were too eerie.
Their figures became blurred and indistinct under the camouflage of the purple ninja outfit, like wisps of moving mist.
The guards kept firing, but in the darkness they couldn't hit the fast-moving shadows at all.
One by one, the guards were cut down, and the gunfire quickly ceased completely.
The Xiaobudian lay curled up on the ground, trembling all over.
Despite its enormous size, it was terrified and didn't even have the courage to resist.
It curled up on the ground like a frightened ostrich, its large belly pressed against the ground and its limbs tucked under its body.
Lynn walked up to it and looked down at the ball of flesh.
"That's what you call a ' Xiaobudian '!"
The Xiaobudian looked up upon hearing this, only to see a pair of brutal purple eyes on the blurry figure.
The blade sliced through the air, and it was all over.
The message spreads faster than the Orks spores multiply.
The gang leader of the neighboring Jumping Squig park soon received news of Xiaobudian's death.
It was quite frightened.
More than a hundred Ork Boyz! This is simply beyond its ability to fight.
It quickly got up to hide with the Orks overseer, but before it could even leave, it heard the guards scream.
In a moment of quick thinking, it took off its armor, which it considered a source of pride, and put on rags, hoping to disguise itself as an ordinary Gretchin and sneak out.
The leader gave his armor and weapons to one of his guards, instructing him to impersonate him.
It then desperately smeared ash on its face, trying to make itself look less noticeable.
Then it crouched in the corner, shrinking its body to make itself appear smaller, and slowly crept out.
The eldest brother had just stepped out when he couldn't help but look up at the sky.
Carl II, which usually plays the role of the moon, is crimson red tonight, like a blood-red eye, coldly overlooking this chaotic pasture.
It paused for a moment, a sense of foreboding rising in its heart.
Before I could think any further, a purple figure fell from the height.
Lynn squatted on the pillar and stared for a long time.
Although the leader had changed his clothes, his 1.8-meter height still made him stand out in the group of Gretchin.
Its gait, its flustered expression, and its skeletal frame that it couldn't hide despite trying to shrink itself—it was hard not to recognize it.
Lynn leaped down, a flash of light from his blade.
The screams pierced the night, but soon fell silent.
Starting with the Xiaobudian, every gang leader who received news of the Orks uprising was massacred in their own stronghold.
More than 130 Ork Boyz completely crushed those Gretchin leaders hiding in the stronghold.
In this place dominated by Gretchin, let alone assassination, it's impossible to even directly confront an army of over a thousand Gretchin.
Lynn was also confident of a crushing victory.
Overnight, hundreds of gang leaders were wiped out of the ranch.
At dawn, the Orks overseer, Old Man with Lao Cantui, received news of the deaths of hundreds of gang leaders.
It sat in the chair, not reacting for a long time.
This ranch, which it had been strictly monitoring for nearly half a year, had suddenly erupted into such a large-scale Orks riot, with hundreds of gang leaders dying overnight?
It could hardly believe its eyes, but reports kept arriving, each containing the same words.
Purple shadows, Orks, and slaughter.
It examined the report repeatedly, hoping to find some detail that would prove it was false.
But no, every report was the same, and they all told the same story.
Its career is over.
The Lao Cantui quickly gathered a group of people.
As the overseer, it is the only character with the right to openly possess Orks weaponry on the ranch.
But its stronghold can only muster fifty fully armed Ork Boyz at the moment.
Here, no one dares to bother it under normal circumstances, so its troops are scattered throughout the ranch.
It looked at the well-equipped Orks guards, still feeling extremely uneasy.
Fifty against more than a hundred, even with guns, it wouldn't feel at ease.
It paced back and forth in the house, wondering whether it should run away first, but then felt it would be too embarrassing to run away.
It has been acting as the supervisor here for more than half a year, and has never been afraid of anyone.
But today is an exception.
Just as everyone was assembled, a voice came from outside the door.
"Who are you looking for, O foreman, with so many people?" The voice was calm, even with a hint of amusement.
"Why don't you tell me? Maybe I can help you find him."
The door was pushed open, and a purple figure covered in blood, holding a knife, walked in.