The Lao Cantui looked at the purple figure that walked in.
As a former big guy, it keenly sensed that something was wrong with Lynn.
He wasn't Gretchin, nor did he resemble an ordinary Orks.
Those purple eyes made it uneasy, but this unease did not stem from the sense of threat emanating from its own kind.
"What... exactly are you?"
But its question will never be answered.
Lynn simply raised the knife; the blood on it was still wet, gleaming a dark green in the morning light.
Behind him, countless purple phantoms rushed out.
Outside the outpost, the sun was rising.
The ranch was littered with corpses and bloodstains, Gretchin were cleaning up the mess and counting their spoils.
Orks on the ranch knows that things have changed here.
From now on, the pinnacle of power will no longer belong to the Orks Lao Cantui overseer, but to an ordinary Gretchin.
And behind it was the emerging Orks clan.
After a night of deep thought, Lynn made a decision.
" Toothy, from today onwards, you will be the head of the Hokage Clan."
Toothy was quite shocked, her eyes widened, and she dropped the steamed bun in her hand to the ground.
"Huh? Me?" It pointed to its own nose, its voice distorted.
" Seven-Smasha? Are you kidding me? I can't even be a good cadre, how could I be the clan chief?"
Lynn shook her head. "You did a good job."
"But I... I'm just Gretchin!" Toothy exclaimed anxiously.
"Have you ever seen a Gretchin become a leader? Why should those Ork Boyz listen to me?"
"I'm not even as tall as their waists!"
Lynn crouched down to be at eye level with Toothy.
He rarely looked at this little thing so intently.
"Because I believe in you," he said.
Toothy opened its mouth again, but this time no words came out.
Lynn continued, "I know what you're thinking."
"You're thinking you're not strong enough, not smart enough, not ruthless enough."
"But Toothy, a leader doesn't need these things; a leader needs people's hearts!"
"Those workers are willing to follow you because you raise their wages and feed them."
"Those Orks are willing to follow you because you have me behind you, and I am willing to follow you..."
Lynn paused for a moment before speaking again:
" Toothy, would you like to start a new and great clan with me?"
Toothy didn't answer him; instead, she lowered her head.
It didn't think it deserved the position; in its eyes, it was just a lucky little Gretchin.
Lynn didn't urge it, but slowly said, "Then let me tell you a story."
The little brothers around perked up their ears, and even Doudou and the others gathered around, squatting on the ground like a group of children waiting to hear a story.
"Long, long ago, a group of creatures known as dwarves took over the mountains."
They are technologically advanced and powerful, and have been enemies of the Orks in the mountains for generations.
The protagonist of the story was born in the mountains. It was small and was even jokingly called Little Rat by its kind.
In an accident, it saved a Cave Squig.
This little Squig later grew into a giant, and in a desperate situation, it saved him from dire straits.
Later, they became best friends.
Afterwards, it became an intelligence broker in the mountains, was betrayed by its allies and went into exile. In the end, it killed its enemy with its own hands and unified all the Orks around the mountains.
Finally, he ambushed and annihilated the dwarf army in a valley, an event known as the ' Battle of Great Maw '.
This battle made him a household name, and people called him the Warlord of the Mountains.
This also rewrote the situation between the Orks and the Dwarves, and from then on, the Orks kept the Dwarves trapped inside the city.
Later, its pet died in battle, and it itself lost its will to fight, eventually disappearing into the mountains.
It is a truly legendary Gretchin, through its wisdom and cunning, became the King of the Mountains rightfully belonged to the dwarves.
"It shamed the dwarves, and gave the Gretchin their own legend."
The surrounding Gretchin and Orks were delighted to hear its story with Squig, and were pleased by their friendship.
Upon hearing that it had been stabbed in the back, it did not fall down, but instead slew its enemy and clapped and cheered.
When Lynn spoke of its instant fame and crowning King of the Mountains, the Orks were lost in fantasy.
That was quite an achievement; a Gretchin known as "Little Rat " could become such a legend.
Finally, we heard that after its battle pet died, it lost its fighting spirit and faded into obscurity.
Everyone was heartbroken and shed tears.
Toothy was also inspired by the story; it stood up and dusted itself off.
He picked up the piece of meatball that had fallen on the ground, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.
It didn't know if it could become a legendary warboss like the Little Rat Lynn had mentioned.
But the Little Rat's story did give it a lot of confidence; how could it not be the chief?!
"I will," it said, chewing on a piece of meat, its voice muffled but firm.
"I'll be the clan chief."
"That's more like it!" Lynn smiled.
"But I have a condition." Toothy held up one finger.
"You'll be the deputy clan chief; you'll make the big decisions, and I'll handle the small ones."
What qualifies as a big deal?
"Fighting is a big deal, fighting for territory is a big deal, everything else is a small deal."
Lynn glanced at Toothy; the kid really knew what he was doing. "Deal."
Toothy reached out her hand, and Lynn took it.
The henchmen around cheered. Although they didn't know what had happened, they were happy because their boss was happy.
Doudou grinned, slapping her thigh, which startled the few Gretchin next to her, causing them to stumble and fall.
Lynn's idea was actually very simple.
His support for Toothy was not only to cover up his true intentions, but also to make it easier to deceive other high-ranking members of the Orks regime.
Orks are also a resource, a war resource that can be infinitely regenerated for the Tyranids.
To perfectly control this resource, he naturally needs to support a "war boss" who obeys him.
And Toothy was the most suitable Gretchin he had ever met.
He is ambitious, intelligent, principled, and knows how to be grateful.
These Gretchin Orks are a million times easier to control than those orcs who only know how to fight.
With Lao Cantui gone, the entire ranch lost its leader.
The remaining Orks were leaderless, and there were many who wanted to run away or cause trouble.
Toothy led the Orks of the Hokage Clan to "visit" each of them in turn.
They chopped down the disobedient ones on the spot, recruited the wavering ones, and chased down and beat up the ones who tried to run away.
For three days, there was not a single sound in the ranch.
Lynn wasn't idle either; he went back to the abandoned fence and had Rena awaken a few hundred more Ork Boyz.
The newly hatched Orks donned purple ninja outfits, headbands, and weapons, and were incorporated into the ranks.
With the addition of the Lao Cantui, and remnant troops, the Hokage Clan's military strength increased from over 130 to just over 1,000.
A thousand Ork Boyz dressed in purple stood together; the sight was chilling.