Chapter 196: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

In the distance, Little One's territory was faintly visible.

Lights were on there, with Shit Spirits patrolling, and several Beastmen standing guard.

Lin En carried A Wen's head, following behind Yaduoduo.

Yaduoduo walked in front, its steps growing lighter and lighter.

This was the first step; from today on, it would no longer be a Shit Spirit laborer who shoveled shit.

As they were about to enter the gang territory, Lin En handed A Wen's head to Yaduoduo.

"Be careful."

"Mm, I know." Yaduoduo solemnly took over the head.

Little One's outpost was in the center of the pasture, a building converted from the hull of a small transport ship.

The transport ship was stuck diagonally into the ground, the hatch turned into a gate, and various graffiti were painted on the hull.

Two rows of well-equipped Shit Spirit guards stood at the doorway, wearing iron armor and holding scrap laser rifles.

Although those guns weren't of great quality, just carrying them in hand was intimidating enough.

Seeing Yaduoduo's group, the guards stopped them.

"What are you doing?"

Yaduoduo raised A Wen's head: "Bringing a gift."

The guard glanced at the head, his expression changed, and he made way.

Lin En did not go in.

He stood outside the door, looking inside through the window.

The hall was brightly lit, with a huge figure sitting right in the center.

"Little One"—this name was pure irony.

That guy was at least two meters tall, definitely a giant among Shit Spirits.

It had a big belly, but its limbs were thin as bamboo poles; when sitting, its stomach piled on its legs, like a mountain of flesh.

It wore an exquisite green chest armor, with several strings of genuine premium tooth necklaces hanging around its neck.

Each tooth was as big as a thumb, and they clattered when it walked.

Yaduoduo walked in and came before Little One.

Its height only reached Little One's belly, but it stood very straight.

Yaduoduo placed A Wen's head on the table in front of Little One.

"A Wen has been killed by me." Its voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

"I want to take its place."

Little One lowered his head to look at the head, then looked at Yaduoduo.

Its small eyes rolled several times, appearing quite cunning.

"How do you prove you killed him?"

"What if someone else killed him, and you're just picking up the bargain?"

Yaduoduo said nothing, just clapped its hands.

The four Shit Spirits carried two wooden boxes in and opened the lids.

Two boxes full of premium teeth, glowing with an enticing luster under the lights, yellow as gold, dazzling to the eyes.

Little One's eyes lit up.

"I need to inspect the teeth."

It reached out, grabbed a tooth, bit it in its mouth, and nodded with satisfaction.

"The teeth are fine." The teeth were real, and of top quality.

"Good, from today on, A Wen's place is yours."

Even with a certain power structure, the Green Skins' social interactions wouldn't be too complex.

As long as you have strength and enough sincerity.

It grinned, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, "But whether you can hold this position depends on your own ability."

Yaduoduo cupped his fists: "Thank you, Big Boss!"

It turned and walked out of the outpost, its feet no longer trembling as before.

Yaduoduo understood clearly what Little One's words meant.

The other side wouldn't cause you trouble, but wouldn't help you either.

How to win over A Wen's underlings, how to manage those two fences, suppress others wanting to rise.

It all depends on you.

Back at the outpost, Yaduoduo moved the last box of premium teeth to the doorway.

The box opened, a box full of teeth shining brightly under the light of the rising star, making the eyes of several Shit Spirits around go straight.

Yaduoduo stood up and shouted loudly:

"I am Yaduoduo, from now on, I am your cadre!"

"Follow me, and you'll have plenty of teeth!"

The voice spread through the surroundings, and the fart spirits hiding behind the rubbish heaps all poked their heads out.

Soon, over a hundred fart spirits gathered, crowding in front of the outpost, each stretching their necks to look at that box of teeth.

Yaduoduo did as he said, giving two premium teeth to every fart spirit who joined his command.

Those fart spirits took the teeth, bit them in their mouths, and their eyes lit up.

Not ground from stone, nor ordinary broken teeth, but the real deal.

"Tooth Lord!", "Long live the Tooth Lord!", "Tooth Lord will lead us to riches!"

The voices rose and fell, one louder than the next.

In the Green Skin world, a boss who gives you teeth is a good boss.

But not everyone was convinced.

A Wen's two former chieftains stepped forward.

"Why should you be an officer? A Wen wasn't killed by you!"

"Right! That Zi Ying Zi killed him, what's it got to do with you!"

Yaduoduo looked at them, not panicking.

It turned and walked into the outpost, and when it came out again, it had changed into a new set of clothes.

A Wen's iron armor was worn on its body, though a bit big, but tightened with rope it could be worn.

A steel helmet with target lenses was buckled on its head, this was something it had modified with twenty premium teeth.

The target lenses were red, and two long antennas were welded onto the steel helmet, though not very useful, they looked imposing.

The scariest thing was the thing in its hand, a hand cannon about as tall as itself.

The hand cannon was exchanged by Yaduoduo for fifty premium teeth, bought from a traveling fart spirit outside the pasture.

That thing was thicker than its head, and it could only with difficulty carry it on its shoulder.

The hand cannon itself was of ordinary price, but the Bao Dan were expensive, one shot cost ten premium teeth.

Yaduoduo pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The first chieftain flew directly out, falling onto the debris pile behind.

Without a sound, died very peacefully.

Smoke spread, the smell of gunpowder was strong.

It turned toward the second chieftain.

That chieftain looked at its companion's corpse and the still smoking cannon mouth, its legs went soft, and it knelt down in public.

"Tooth, Tooth Lord! I submit! I submit!"

Yaduoduo stood at the doorway, blowing away the smoke rising from the cannon mouth.

It did not fire a second shot.

Not that it didn't want to, but it couldn't bear to spend those ten teeth.

But no one knew it was feeling the pinch of money; in those fart spirits' eyes, the Tooth Lord was showing mercy and being generous.

For this "unfair" duel, no one thought it improper.

In the Green Skin world, there was never any such thing as fairness.

Someone having teeth to buy good equipment was simply that they had the ability.

All spent money, so why should they not be able to beat other Green Skins who didn't spend money?

The remaining fart spirits knelt down and shouted in unison:

"Tooth Lord!" "Tooth Lord!" "Tooth Lord!"

Yaduoduo looked at the corpse that had been blown away, then looked at the hand cannon in its hand.

It slung the still smoking hand cannon onto its shoulder, turned and walked into the outpost, with a grand stride.

Its back actually gradually grew tall, the originally thin body fully filling the loose armor.

Lin En followed behind, looking at Yaduoduo's back, revealing a smile of approval.