Orc Tyrant

There is a huge triangular wooden shelf standing on the edge of the shack area outside the bloodfang, a wooden pole over ten meters long is placed on the side, this is a lot of big guys tightly bound with thick wooden sticks and wood chips, stacked next to it With many huge stones. This is not a place where kids often come. Next to it are huge pits and crazy villages where nerve boys live. Behind is a vast wasteland. For a complex machine, this is not an optimistic place, but builders hate those stupid ones. Big guys, silly big guys hate them too.

The towering wooden machine is like a landmark, looking down at everything around it. Neuroboys often drool and stare at it. Its builders have to endure this because it is unfinished, and this is where the trouble lies.

The workshop of the Bailian Mechanic Gang is so small, and the trolleys and garbage dumps are so crowded that the hammocks for sleeping are full of operating tables. The three mechanic boys are in charge of all this, and only the three of them have built such a big thing, because cleverness is there, cleverness often leads an Ouke to do some great things, and Agham is working hard in that direction.

Since the legendary Guke boss made some sort of screening, the boys have formed a lot of small gangs with fifty gangs. Aghem is the one who will become the gangster of the white-faced mechanics, at least he I think so. He is bigger than the other two, but not as big as the guard, and not as big as the head, not yet. But he is developing and swelling in that direction, because Aghem has big ambitions-the ambition of being a master of skill, just like the idea brother around Guke boss.

There are not many boys in the white-faced mechanic's help. They are all curious idlers, except for broken mouths. He always likes to howl. Then he gets entangled with Agham because of little things. There are also dwarfs. Ke Xiao, and often anxious about it, but he has tricks. The dwarf has a lot of Oak's wisdom, "too much" some guys even say so.

Days approached, the mechanic helped the boy fall into a bad mood, the dwarf saw the wood squeaky, the broken mouth took out the nail in his mouth and nailed it with a sledgehammer, and occasionally made a scream. Aghem was planning for him. Worrying, the loyal fart boss grunted beside him. The farts are running around, and the rags on their bodies mark the white face decoration of the gang. This is due to an unreliable claim that white is a lucky color.

The whole workshop smelled of sawdust and oak sweat, the iron-making furnace was rustling, and the farts were panting with the blowers, and the dwarf curses became louder and louder, even loud enough to cover the nerve boy outside. Weird.

Aghem and Gollum spoke in low voices, pointing to the patterns here or there on the board, trying to figure out why the arm was not working hard.

"The dwarf question."

This is what Agham said to his handyman:

"The pulley block is too complicated, the axles and torsion bars are too easy to fall apart. What's wrong with pulling it with a kid?"

He moved his chin to his fist and rested, lost in thought, his **** stunned, his ears tucking his head.

"Boss!"

Suddenly, he pulled Aghem's apron.

"Boss, the sneaky guy is here!"

Zag, the boss of the deadly headhunter, and the famous thief in Bloodfang, slouched into the workshop lazily. This guy disturbed the cold atmosphere and let the boys and fart spirits of the mechanic gang reach him. I closed my pocket tightly before within the range.

A large group of yellow-faced butts slipped out from behind him when he passed through the gate and stopped. Aghem's butts hurriedly stepped forward to block them to make sure they would not touch anything.

Zag put his hand on his waist and frowned, and glanced up and down at the giant machine.

"Oh, I, God, I haven't finished Aghem yet? That's not good, oh bad, that's really bad."

Zag looked at Agum mockingly. His long teeth were painted yellow. This was a color that Agum hated. It was dishonest and looked like a thief. All the headhunters were thieves.

Zag’s equipment is very good, he has armor inlaid with iron skin, two big knives are staggered behind him, his worn boots are stolen from unknown sources, and he wears a black helmet with oil on his head. This is much better than Aghem's helmet with holes everywhere.

"What is that?"

Zag asked. He pointed to the long arm, which was really thick and thick.

"Put in, throw out, put, throw."

A demonstrative throwing action was made, and Aghem explained it.

"A great thing, can throw a kid straight away, very far, very high, very special!"

"But it's not finished yet?"

"It's a mess."

Agham answered concisely.

"This is where you are wrong!"

Sticking out a finger at Aghem, Zag looked very proud.

"We want to climb, not throw! What's the use? Climb to cut? Hey hey, I'll go up in one go, don't think of any special brother, don't do it, what Glak wants is a strong kid."

It all stems from Glak's exhaustive and boring ideas. During his stay in Bloodfang, he proposed a competition. Any kid who climbs to the top of Bloodfang will get the opportunity to join the blood axe group. Everyone knows that Glak is the second best boss besides Guk boss, and Oke is the closest to the core. His blood axe group is a big guy who can hit the top, and he also comes with a steel that pulls the wind. Big red axe.

No kid wants to miss such an opportunity, neither does Aghem, but he is not the strongest. The Bloodfang Fort is very high, the rocks outside are very steep, and they are all straight slopes. He really has no confidence to go up just by relying on his hands and feet. So he needs something.

"I want it to be finished!"

Aghem roared. He really hates this guy and this place. They are stupid and bad, as if they have a little bit of a craftsman. They provide Aghem when they don’t want to do it or don’t want to do it. Non-professional opinions.

"If you yellow-faced ghosts stopped stealing everything, it would have been done a few days ago!"

"In fact, it's not very good. I have to say you can't count on this when fighting."

Zag hummed, ignoring Aghem's jumping feet, looking around the workshop, assessing the value of everything.

"Sell the time! I will be there!"

Agum roared, picked up the biggest hammer, and slammed it at the workbench, all the farts shrank their necks.

"It's time to exercise."

Zag strode towards Aghem, facing his face, and the two Oukes looked at each other and straightened their backs. Aghem may have been a mechanic boy, but now he is almost as old as Zag.

A challenge is being presented. The muscles on their big faces are twisted, their nostrils are blowing smoke as if fire, their lips are slightly puckered like dagger-like teeth, their chests are making a low rumble, and the **** are hiding at the work table. Behind.

Bang~!

There was a loud sound from the workbench not far away, and a cloud of smoke rose.

"Damn it!"

The dwarf shouted as he staggered out of the collapsed hut. He had a dozen rubber bands wrapped around his head and also on his arm. His best friend, the nerve boy Nughuo, followed behind and muttered incomprehensible nonsense.

"No! It's useless, the rubber band is not strong enough, and the stress relaxation is serious, no! Damn it! Use it!"

The dwarf jumped up, cursing loudly, trying to get rid of the rubber band on his body. Nughuo on the side wanted to help but became tighter and tighter, and got himself in.

Then he noticed Aghem and found that he and the boss of the deadly headhunting gang were at war.

"What happened...what?"

He asked carefully.

"Uh, I, God."

Zag smiled, his body relaxed, his head shook triumphantly, and he looked up and down at the tightly bound mechanic.

"What a sad scene."

Gulu sighed and crawled out from under the table, there will be no more fights.

"Spare me, and fight with a mechanic boy? You are too weak, aren't you? No, it's not worth the effort."

Looking for something that could fill his pockets, it wasn't his thing anyway, Zag hummed a few times and turned and walked out.

"The point is, Boss Glak appreciates my craftsmanship. He said that if no one can climb up again, then I can join the blood axe group, and that has just vacated a place."

"My boss can..."

Grumbling said with a splash of saliva, Aghem immediately interrupted him with a cough.

"Ohhhhh, dwarf! Who do you think you are talking to!"

Zag had a disturbing smile on his face.

"Boss Grak can do what he wants, can't he? He is the boss, not you or your boss, right? You are not only slow, but you are thinking beyond your own level. You should think about other things. "

Zag laughed as he walked away, and Aghem followed him with an angry stride and stopped in front of the workshop.

"Zag!"

He shouted.

"Return that gear!"

"Which gear?"

Zag said, looking innocent.

"It's the one you stuffed into your pants!"

"Oh yes! How did it get here?"

He patted his leg and flicked his right hand. A metal gear was thrown at the workshop. The broken mouth immediately caught it, and the surrounding mechanics surrounded the blue faces, not only peeling them away from them. All kinds of bits and pieces, and they screamed and pushed each other.

Zag quickly walked away, passing through the streets of the neuroboys and disappeared from sight.

"How can they do this?"

The dwarf was a little frustrated.

"Thief trash! Boss, all those yellow guys are!"

Gulu was also very angry. He didn't know when his belt was touched by which bastard, and now he could only carry a piece of cloth.

"I said that this shouldn't be mixed up, I told you, didn't I?"

Broken Mouth had always ignored Zag. He took the kettle from the side and took a few mouthfuls.

"Join me, that's what you said, let's build a big guy!"

He learned Aghem's voice, but was very awkward.

"Go to Blackstone Castle with me! We have to be big shots!"

Pointing his finger to his nose, he kicked the Gulu who wanted to open his mouth.

"Idiot, I'm just one, see! Ghost! Damn! Idiot! This is nothing but dung bugs and idiots! It's hot and smelly! Nothing to kill, no taste to eat! Next to it is a garbage dump, I live with the **** neuropathy! I haven't slept well for more than ten days! Aghem, you are such a genius! Damn genius!"

"I want to finish it."

Aghem's voice was surprisingly calm.

"I can feel it, it's just one step away, it must work."

Broken mouth snorted, he still trusts this guy deep in his heart, this is an unfounded emotion.

"What? Yellowface will come and steal everything from us."

The dwarf cut in, and the broken mouth immediately took the next sentence.

"We can't solve the pulley problem either."

He stared at the gears, somewhat puzzled.

"These things don't work, I don't know why."

"It's better to use a string of rubber bands instead."

"This is where the problem lies."

Broken mouth pointed to the huge arm.

"Your idea is not good, this thing is too big, just the rubber band, it won't stretch, and it will fall apart."

"Just say that."

Aghem never said a word. He stared into the distance, perhaps his own ambition, and pushed the dwarf ghost with his broken mouth, who was scratching the scab on his head.

"He was thinking."

"He didn't."

"he is."

Smashed Mouth was firm, he grinned, and Aghem was able to solve a lot of problems at such times.