Greenskins of the Marvel Universe

The outskirts of New York.

A cargo plane landed quietly on the road, without any worry of being discovered. In fact, the area a few kilometers near here has been isolated by the government on the grounds of road collapse. There are also signs in the forest that there are wild animals inside. Although With the adventurous spirit of American teenagers, they might venture into it.

I'm not sure if I can come back after entering, because this time, the sign is correct, there are indeed beasts inside, a large group of greenskins.

The cabin door opened, and several Orcs came down from above. The big orc at the head was Tomok.

"I'm back now. The dry climate of the desert is really not suitable for me."

"Boss, this trend is a bit trendy." Dago sniffed a little uncomfortable.

"What do you know? Mushrooms don't even grow in the desert environment. The boss must be planning to build a plantation." Green eyes crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the machine.

“Do you have mushroom wine to drink?”

"Of course, but you have to work."

"Stop chattering and get off the plane quickly."

The Grot who ran to the front waved his mechanical arm at the other orcs, and the group also walked out. The last one walking was Agent Coulson.

"Mr. Tomok, we sent you here."

"Oh, oh, it's okay, that's fine, we'll walk over."

"Actually, we humans don't have much ill will towards outsiders. There are many races similar to yours living on the earth. Our SHIELD is mainly the human agency responsible for this part. If you need it or have any questions, We can be reached through Mr. Stark."

Coulson tried his best to show his kind side. You must know that the person standing in front of him now is no ordinary alien. Tomok is the boss of a large tribe.

Moreover, this race is currently a race that has no way to deal with it. The most commonly used method of destroying foreign races is useless against the orcs. It is not that they cannot be destroyed because they reproduce quickly, but it is an embarrassing situation where killing the opponent will make the opponent reproduce faster.

This is a typical race that cannot be beaten. The complexity of the Orcs' genes also prevents humans from developing viruses or medicines specifically for the Orcs. Fortunately, their boss is still friendly to humans, otherwise, the war would not be over now.

The numbers cannot be compared, and the technology cannot be compared. Before finding a corresponding plan, we must not start fighting. Human beings will kneel down when fighting. The harder the beating, the worse the kneeling will be.

"I understand, I understand." The tribe before Tomok's time travel also had an air port dedicated to receiving humans. They were all built by warlords for the purpose of trading with humans, and there were also boys who specialized in learning human writing.

"Then, Mr. Tomok, we will leave first. Please manage your people."

"Oh, don't mess with the orc boys in the desert. Khazib and Gogodan will take care of them."

"Okay, see you again when you have the chance."

"Yeah, yeah."

Seeing Tomok nod, Coulson smiled and returned to the cabin. As the cargo plane left with him, he had to report the situation to his superiors.

At least make it clear to those politicians how scary the Orcs are, lest they drop nuclear bombs at every turn.

After the plane left, Tomok and his group walked deep into the forest. As soon as they stepped into the forest, Tomok could feel the difference. The originally black soil was now covered with a thin layer of fungi and some mushrooms. It grows on it, but it doesn't grow out of orc mushrooms.

After walking for a while, a Scrooge jumped out from the bushes, opened his mouth almost as big as his head, and pounced on Tomok.

Tomok raised his hand and squeezed the little guy who was biting his metal arm, but couldn't bite him.

"It seems that Hank managed this place well during my absence."

Hank is one of the few orc boys left behind by Tomok before he left. Tomok is not afraid of rebellion. As long as you join the clan without challenging the boss, and until you succeed, the other members will only treat you as a superior, not the boss.

Not long after walking, Tomok's eyes suddenly lit up. In a clearing opened in the forest, several metal houses were lying there, arranged neatly. There were a large number of greenskins outside, some of which were feeding Scrooge. For feeding, some were digging through mountains of garbage, while others were carrying mushrooms toward the house.

Tomok took a deep breath, moved his energy to his dantian, and then let out a roar that everyone noticed.

"I'm back"

There is never only one meaning. Basically, anything related to positive words in the orcs' thoughts can be used to express it, such as war, greatness, destruction, etc.

In short, Tomok's roar calmed the small camp, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on Tomok.

In the silence, a grunt who had never seen Tomok suddenly screamed, and then he was shot dead.

"For fuck's sake, who is making such a fuss over there? Can't you just give me some time to relax?"

A big orc came out of the toilet with his pants held up and a large smoking pistol in his other hand. When he saw Tomok, he was also stunned.

"Boss"

"Hank."

"Boss, you are back"

"Otherwise."

“Really back”

"Do you want me to give you a shot to see if it's true?"

"Oh, oh, the boss is back"

Following Hank's first shout, the other greenskins also cheered. Tomok touched his bare head and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Where's Dyson, where's that little guy?"

"In heaven, boss."

"Heaven"

Tomok looked up and saw a fleeting black shadow in the sky, as well as bursts of airflow. The dark environment was not suitable for observation.

"Green eyes, what are you looking at?"

"Boss, it seems to be some kind of bird."

"birds"

As the black shadow got closer and closer, the air pressure of the flapping wings became stronger and stronger, but when Tomok really saw the living creature, his mouth opened wide.

A giant beast with a wingspan of more than 30 meters, its wings are made of wing membranes, it has a pointed and elongated head, and its mouth is filled with tiny teeth.

"Fuck you birds, that's a Scrooge, or a rare Scrooge"

"Hi, boss"

The little boy wearing goggles happily waved to Tomok on the back of the pterosaur. Hank walked silently to Tomok. He wanted to pat the boss on the shoulder, but found that he couldn't reach it at all.

"That kid is a genius, boss. He controlled a big guy that no kid in the entire tribe could control."

Then, the pterosaur flapped its wings slowly, landed on the ground, retracted its wings, and Dyson jumped off the pterosaur's back and hugged Tomok's lap.

"Welcome home."