The Duolidi was now a scene of utter devastation.
Once fertile farmland has turned into scorched earth, and once prosperous cities have become ruins.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and explosions echoed one after another.
The Imperial Fleet's bombardment continued, but it was not a blanket attack; instead, it was precisely targeting the Orks settlements and mushroom fields.
Lynn had already compiled a table outlining the Imperial Fleet's bombing zones and schedule, and handed it to Toothy.
In this way, Toothy can perfectly avoid the bombing and move safely on the surface.
"Where are you going next?" Lynn asked, wanting to see how Toothy would complete the task he had been given.
"Let's find a safe place first and assemble a tank," Toothy said.
"I'm going to hold a 'world tour' in Dorito, so that all the Orks will know my name."
Lynn nodded, agreeing with the idea.
Toothy then immediately took action.
He and his men scavenged various useful materials from the ruins.
Abandoned truck chassis, fighter jet engines, tank tracks, giant oil drums...
With Toothy Duo's magical hands, these scraps were quickly transformed into a giant rock 'n' roll chariot.
The chariot was ten meters long and five meters wide, and its entire body was painted black with various exaggerated skull and flame patterns.
On the top of the vehicle, more than a dozen larger horns than before were installed, surrounding the entire vehicle body.
On each side of the tank was a heavy machine gun, operated by two Ork Boyz.
At the front of the chariot, a huge steel ram was welded, covered with sharp spikes.
The most eye-catching feature was the small stage erected in the center of the chariot.
Bass, drums, guitar, everything is available.
Toothy can stand on the stage, playing the guitar while directing the battle.
The moment the rock 'n' roll chariot was assembled, all the Ork Boyz who followed him let out a deafening cheer.
They had never seen anything so cool.
"Alright, guys!" Toothy jumped onto the stage, raised his guitar, and shouted.
"From today onwards, we are the ' Fang Band,' and we will travel to every corner of Dorito, letting all the Orks hear our music!"
"Let them know that Ragnar is a piece of trash, and only I, Toothy, can lead them to victory!"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
The Ork Boyz roared in unison, their voices echoing through the sky.
The rock 'n' roll chariot slowly started, emitting a deafening roar.
Toothy stood on the stage and plucked the strings of her guitar.
The stirring music started again, accompanied by the roar of the tank engines and the blast of flames from the horns, as it sped off into the distance.
A musical storm sweeping across Dorito has officially begun.
Over the next few days, Toothy and his Fang Band toured the land of Dorito.
His music has a very clear theme: denouncing Ragnar's incompetence.
He created one explosive song after another, with lyrics that were straightforward and sharp, hitting the sore spots of the Orks people.
Music gives us strength, waaagh gives us courage!
"Kill all the shrimps, loot everything!"
"And that idiot Ragnar, all he does is hide underground and cry!"
"Useless, useless, utterly useless!"
"How dare such a piece of trash be called king?!"
These songs are simple to understand, have a strong rhythm, and perfectly match the aesthetic of the Orks.
Whenever Toothy's rock 'n' roll chariot drives through a gathering place of Orks, it attracts countless Orks to come and watch.
As they listened to the energetic music and watched Toothy's wild performance on stage, their inner waaaagh energy field began to surge involuntarily.
More and more Orks were captivated by Toothy's charm and joined his ranks.
Of course, there were also many Warboss were loyal to Ragnar and looked down on Toothy, this "musical oddball".
They considered Toothy a disgrace to Orks, for using such an unprofessional method to bewitch people.
So they all led their troops to besiege Toothy, wanting to tear this arrogant Gretchin to pieces.
But they soon realized they were terribly wrong.
Toothy is not only good at music, but also incredibly ruthless in battle.
Whenever a battle begins, Toothy always plays " The Song of the Charge ".
As the rousing music begins, all members of the Fang Band become incredibly strong, incredibly fast, and fearless.
They pounced on the enemy like mad dogs, their fighting power increasing several times over.
Meanwhile, Toothy himself, wielding a guitar with an axe blade, charged ahead.
Every swing of his guitar could cleave an enemy's head in two; every note he played could drive his men even more mad.
Flames continuously spewed from the loudspeakers behind him, burning swathes of enemies to ashes.
Without exception, all the Warboss who came to besiege him were utterly defeated by Toothy, their heads and bodies severed.
As Toothy and more Warboss, his reputation grew louder and louder.
The name "Soundbar Mad Fang" spread like wildfire throughout the entire planet Dorito.
Every Orks knows there's a ridiculously strong Gretchin who can not only fight but also play incredibly loud music.
He led a group of equally crazy Orks, holding concerts everywhere and challenging Ragnar's authority.
More and more Orks, dissatisfied with Ragnar, traveled long distances to join Toothy.
In just one week, Toothy's team grew from the initial twenty-odd people to tens of millions.
Unbeknownst to him, he had become the second largest power on Planet Dorito, second only to Ragnar.
Inside the temporary command center beneath the Cauldron City.
Ragnar was sitting on a stone stool, eating large mouthfuls of mung bean jelly.
But he found the food tasteless today.
In the past few days, he has heard too much about "Soundbar Mad Fang".
At first, he thought it was some reckless Warboss causing trouble.
When he learned that this "Sound Master Mad Fang" was actually the same guy he had thrown into the dungeon, Toothy Gretchin he was going to stew into a stew, he was so angry that he almost spat out the stew he was eating.
" Toothy!!!"
Ragnar slammed his hand on the table, the immense force shattering the stone table into pieces.
"That damned Gretchin, he's still alive and dares to incite people outside!"
The Warboss around them were too frightened to speak, keeping their heads down and remaining silent.
"I'm going to kill him! I must kill him!" Ragnar suddenly stood up, green steam billowing around him.
"I'm going to go myself, twist his head off, chop his flesh into pieces, and stew it into a new, exquisite stew!"
"Boss, you can't!" one of the Warboss said hurriedly.
"There's gunfire everywhere outside right now. It's too dangerous for you to go out!"
"Danger?!" Ragnar roared.
"If even a Gretchin dares to run around outside, what am I afraid of?"
"Besides, if I don't get out soon, all the boys will be incited by him to rebel, and then I'll be a commander without any troops!"
"Do you think I, Ragnar, can't even beat a mere Gretchin?! I could crush him with one hand!"
Ragnar would no longer listen to any advice.
He was blinded by rage.
He could not tolerate a Gretchin challenging his authority, much less tolerate that Gretchin using that ridiculous music to steal his subordinates.
"Pass down the order: gather all the able-bodied boys and come with me to kill Toothy!"
"I will let all the Orks know the consequences of betraying my Ragnar!"