Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

"Waaagh! I'm the Green Prophet! I'm the biggest! The baddest! The greenest! The most powerful boss!" Bonecrusher Salaka once again fell into a hairy illusion. He was wearing heavy clothes and looked like The power armor has the rough and arrogant atmosphere of heavy industry, which makes his already huge body appear even larger.

Vaguely, he heard Brother Gaomao's order to him: "What you are doing is quite good, you little brat. You have a good head, unlike those idiots with mushroom brains."

The cunning and rude voice of Brother Mao came, expressing his current Waaagh towards Uncle Bone! Recognition of work.

"But now you have to go to a more bloody place, go to the iron lair where the enemy is dead to find a good shrimp to fight with. There is no fight left in this rotten port!"

The rough and cunning voice of Brother Go came, and he thought that Uncle Bones shouldn't waste his time rolling around in these small puddles.

"I heard it! I heard Brother Gomao's voice!"

Uncle Bone suddenly became excited and moved his huge body down from the throne welded by the best guns and the best choppers, although he had always been standing on the throne rather than sitting down.

Sitting down is so girly, the most Waaagh! The orcs should stand on the throne, so that they can become taller and bigger.

"How was the fight in that little puddle?"

"Uh, boss, the shrimps fought very bloody, and we haven't hit them yet."

"Hmph! Fight quickly! Tell that iron-footed scumbag to clean up the small puddle quickly! We are about to set off to fight to the death with the enemy!"

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"Waaagh!"

"For the Emperor!"

The armies of both sides fought together, and war cries belonging to different factions arose one after another.

Ironfoot and Bad Stomach, the general who led the invasion of the orcs, was the biggest, baddest, greenest, and stingiest orc in their tribe. He had won respect and obedience for himself through countless battles. His body is so huge, fueled by the power of contemplation and growth in battle, that Space Marines feel emaciated in front of him. But he is also a subordinate of the greatest warlord, Bonecrusher Salaka.

Wearing the best armor, the most slashing chops, and the most chugging, Bad Stomach is savoring the delicious spicy spores from the Grot Chef, who has just overturned an entire mechanized squad and slashed those with his big chop. The shrimps hiding in the iron shell were all chopped into meat sauce, and then the fart chefs who accompanied the army were stuffed into spicy spores, so that the thieves would be delicious.

He opened his big mouth, threw the spicy spore the size of a human head into his mouth, and chewed it with a bad stomach. According to the crazy doctor Goznik, the reason why Bad Stomach got this name is because he ate too many spicy spores, which ruined his stomach and made him fart all the time.

"Spicy spores? That stuff is really delicious and it's spicy, but don't eat too much. It's spicy on both ends. If your dermatitis spurts out blood, don't come to me!" - Crazy doctor Goznik.

"Boss! Boss!" A grump crawled up to Bad Stomach's table, even though the table was actually the remains of a Chimera with its turret chopped off.

"Huh? You little naughty thing, you ruined my mood for eating! Come on, cut him up for me, cut him up and stuff them with spicy spores!" Bad Stomach picked up this reckless little fart with dissatisfaction. Prepare to use it as a filling.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! We have received news from Big Boss." The grunts struggled in the hands of Bad Stomach and told him that these grunts received the news from Uncle Bones from Big Iron Ear. And being smart, he was the first to run away and ran to Bad Stomach in the hope of getting some rewards. He didn't want to be eaten just like that.

Bad Stomach touched his iron chin, let go of his hand, and Gone fell down and sat on the ground.

"Tell me! What did the boss say?"

"The big boss said, let us quickly flatten the small puddle, and then follow him to fight in the enemy's iron lair."

"Haha, the enemy is dead?" Bad Stomach knew this place, where the most bloody shrimps in the world were. At first, he was quite emotional. He couldn't go to such a good place to fight, but let Wu Guhad That idiot went to fight, but now the shrimps in this small puddle are very bloody, and they fight very happily.

He turned his head and looked at the battlefield where the fighting was still taking place.

Well, the boys were quite happy playing. Isn't it bad to call them back like this?

Well, those shrimps were pretty bloody when they fought.

Hum, Big Boss really gave me a difficult problem!

Bad Stomach sighed, "Bring me that big speaker."

Several farts were carrying a huge horn, and Bad Stomach grabbed it and cleared his throat. He felt that today's spicy spores were a bit salty.

"Boys!"

A huge sound came from the speaker and resounded throughout the battlefield. The orc boys stopped and looked in the direction of Bad Stomach.

"For the Emperor!" When the orcs stopped to attack, the defense soldier who had recovered his breath handed the bayonet to the orcs. He didn't understand why the orcs suddenly stopped moving, but this did not affect his intention to kill him. The hearts of these monsters.

Just when the bayonet was about to penetrate the orc's waist and release all his internal organs, the orc who was standing still stretched out his hand and pinched the warrior's head, holding him back until he could not move forward even half a step.

The other hand was put to his lips, and he made a quiet movement towards the defense pen, with some blame and helplessness in his eyes.

"Be quiet, little shrimps, our boss has spoken, he doesn't like greenskins who don't listen to him."

The chaotic battlefield suddenly became quiet, and the defense army also panted and looked at the huge orc holding a big loudspeaker.

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know, I don't know"

Very good, seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at him, "Oh, boys! All eyes are on me! Look at me, look at me! I'm going to announce something!"

"The big boss, that is, Uncle Gu who gave us this awesome Waaagh!, told us to go and beat the enemy to death!"

"Yeah!" The orcs became excited, obviously they had heard of this good place.

"But we have to say goodbye to these little shrimps in the puddle!"

"Ah!" The orcs were disappointed, they hadn't fought hard yet.

"But the boss's order is an order, let's go! Get in the car and run away, we are going to fight the enemy to death!"

"Waaagh!" The orcs roared in unison, and then ran away without looking back.

"We, have we won?" A surviving defense soldier bent down, leaning on his gun and panting.

Just as the orcs came quickly, they left just as quickly. Soon, the battlefield was left with only corpses and flames, and the half-sunk Steelgat was dragged into the sea by an iron hook, and the completely damaged and shaky giant crane.

There was no cheering of victory, or even grief. The soldiers sat down in twos and threes, looking numbly in the direction where the orcs fled.

Bad Stomach looked at the boys who had been almost gathered. He didn't know how many boys he had, but it seemed quite a lot now. Anyway, in his impression, there were only a few concepts of boys, such as a few, a lot, and quite a lot. As for super a lot, it depends on how the boss looks at it.

"Where are those crazy guys?"

"Boss, they are still in the cage."

"Let them out and let them deal with those shrimps. We have to escape."

Half an hour after the orc army evacuated the port, the violent Waaagh energy exploded and swept the entire port

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