Ragnar looked at Toothy again, his eyes filled with admiration.
The more he looked at Toothy, the more he realized this kid was no ordinary person.
The Orks has no shortage of capable warriors; you can find a whole bunch of them anywhere.
But people who can genuinely offer advice and strategies are extremely rare.
His success today is due not only to the blessing of the Stomach God, but also to his superior intelligence and cunning compared to other Orks.
Now, he has actually discovered a Gretchin who is no less impressive than himself.
This is simply a treasure bestowed upon him by God!
" Toothy!" Ragnar shouted.
"From today onwards, you will be my chief advisor, and I will try my best to listen to your opinions!"
"Thank you, boss!" Toothy's face showed an expression of "ecstasy," and he knelt down with a "thump" and kowtowed to Ragnar.
"I will definitely live up to the boss's trust, help him defeat all enemies, and make the Deffskull Clan the most powerful Orks tribe in the entire galaxy!"
His performance was just right, showing both overwhelming excitement and an overly obsequious manner.
Ragnar was even more satisfied.
"Good lad! I'm relieved to hear that."
Ragnar stood up and pointed to one of the Warboss below, saying:
" Scarface, your Blood Axe Clan was killed in the last attack on the Gemstone, and there's no new leader yet."
"From today onwards, that portion of the Blood Axe Clan will be under Toothy's jurisdiction!"
The Warboss, Scarface, paused for a moment, a reluctant expression appearing on his face.
"Boss, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
The Blood Axe Clan are the most cunning Orks; they'd definitely be resentful if a Gretchin their leader.
But Ragnar merely glared at him.
Scarface shuddered in fright and quickly lowered his head. "Yes, boss."
Ragnar looked at Toothy and said:
" Toothy, those tens of thousands of the Blood Axe Clan boys, three thousand chariots, and five hundred fighter jets are all yours now."
"But whether you can control them depends on your own abilities."
The implication is clear: if you can't even control them, then you're not fit to be my advisor.
"Don't worry, boss!" Toothy straightened his back and said firmly.
"Okay, I believe you!" Ragnar nodded in satisfaction.
He sat back on his throne, picked up a large spoon, and scooped up another spoonful of the stew, stuffing it into his mouth.
While chewing, he mumbled indistinctly:
" Toothy, you're new here, let me tell you about the current situation first."
"This time I led the fleet to attack Carl II, thinking we could take it easily, but we ended up suffering a huge defeat." Ragnar's tone became heavy.
"A new fleet of shrimps suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and their firepower is incredibly fierce."
"The leader is a shrimp nobleman with only one arm. Hehe, he originally had two arms, but I ate one."
Ragnar's tone carried the brutality typical of Orks.
"His flagship is larger and more powerful than all of our warships combined."
"I originally planned to use the Anna to ram and sink the shrimp's flagship, and behead that shrimp nobleman."
"Unexpectedly, we encountered two formidable individuals on that ship."
"One of them was a shrimp wearing a purple trench coat; he was incredibly strong and almost killed me."
"There's also an exceptionally large insect, impervious to blades and spears, with terrifyingly powerful psionic Psychic Power."
"If I hadn't kept some tricks up my sleeve, I really wouldn't have made it back this time."
"In the end, we had no choice but to retreat with the fleet." Ragnar sighed, a hint of lingering fear on his face.
Toothy listened quietly, her face expressionless.
But when he heard "the shrimp in the purple trench coat" and "the particularly large bug," his eyes flickered slightly, a hint of confusion flashing across them.
His hand unconsciously touched the teeth necklace around his neck.
However, this action was very discreet, and no one noticed it.
After Ragnar finished speaking, he looked at Toothy and asked:
" Toothy, tell me, what should we do given the current situation?"
"Those shrimps definitely won't let this go. Once they've resupplyed, they'll surely attack Dorito. How should we deal with them?"
This can be considered Ragnar's first test for him; he wanted to see if Toothy was truly worthy of his promotion.
Toothy lowered her head, pretending to be deep in thought.
After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Ragnar, and slowly said:
"Boss, in my opinion, our biggest advantage right now is Planet Dorito."
"We have five billion boys, and an endless supply of mushrooms and Squig."
"As long as we hold onto Dorito, those shrimps can't do anything to us."
"And those shrimps, although their fleets are powerful, their troops are few."
"Therefore, they would never dare to land in Dorito easily, otherwise they would be overwhelmed by our sheer numbers."
"As for that new shrimp noble," Toothy's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile.
"He is very capable, but he has a fatal weakness."
"Oh? What weakness?" Ragnar immediately became interested, leaning forward and asking eagerly.
"He's too arrogant and extremely conceited," Toothy said definitively.
Ragnar stood frozen in place, the large ladle in his hand once again suspended in mid-air.
After a while, he composed himself and asked:
How did you know?!
He never told Toothy any details about Dominic, let alone about Dominic's personality.
How could Toothy know that Dominic was arrogant and conceited?
Toothy at Ragnar's surprised expression.
He smiled slightly and calmly explained:
"Boss, I deduced that from what you just said."
"You said this shrimp fleet is new."
"In other words, they have only recently arrived in the Calixis System and are unfamiliar with the situation here."
"But they dared to bring their fleet to the front lines and directly confront your fleet as soon as they arrived."
"And you yourself said that your fleet is far larger than theirs."
"What does it mean that they dared to take the initiative to engage the enemy when they were outnumbered and did not have an absolute advantage in terrain?"
Toothy paused, then said, word by word:
"This shows that he has absolute confidence in his abilities and his fleet. Even, it could be arrogance."
"He doesn't take you seriously at all. He thinks that even with this small force, he can easily defeat you and take Dorito."
Ragnar listened Daidai, nodding repeatedly.
He looked at Toothy with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
He never imagined that so much could be gleaned from just a few simple sentences.
Moreover, the analysis is completely correct!
That little aristocrat has such an arrogant and disdainful attitude!
He still remembers the way Dominic looked at him with such disdain as he stood on the bridge of the Gemstone.
It's like I'm destined to lose, damn it!
"You're not bad, kid!" Ragnar slapped his thigh and said excitedly.
"With you as my advisor, let's see how those shrimps can fight me!"
The Warboss around them were also stunned. Their gazes toward Toothy changed from contempt and disdain to an unreadable emotion.
Whether it's admiration or disapproval, I don't know.
Although they still couldn't understand the analysis, they saw the leader's reaction.
Someone who can earn praise from the boss is definitely not simple.
A Gretchin strategist who can see through the enemy's thoughts is more terrifying than ten strong, tough guys.
Looking at the excited Ragnar and the Warboss around him, Toothy Duoduo's smile deepened.
He lowered his head, concealing the light in his eyes.
" Seven-Smasha, we'll be seeing each other again soon..."