Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

As an orc, One Eye has a deep understanding that he cannot understand what is contentment or happiness. When he walks in the seat of the former boss, commanding the boys, and instilling in them the style and strategy of the Bloodaxe clan, it should be possible. Does it count as "success" for Orcs?

He is still unhappy. Even though his body is now bigger, his mind is more active, he can taste more delicious food, and he can kill more lives, he is not an orc, and he will feel "happiness" the moment he fights the target. That concept.

When the enemy dies, that sense of satisfaction will soon dissipate like smoke in the past, and the excitement that remains in his strong bones will drive the orc to kill the target.

Fortunately, the huge dark galaxy is full of things that the Orks can beat up. Even if they don't do that stupid thing, they will build a planet-sized, waaagh device, and they will start an epic war until the star burns out. , life ends, and then new spores sprout, continuing to repeat, repeat, and repeat the sad life process.

Therefore, when One-Eye walks on the seat of the statue, or the seat made by the boss, his favorite thing is to touch and observe his war blade. He has grown a lot bigger and no longer fights Catachan. The blade fit so well, but it was still One-Eye's favorite trophy, and secondly, it was the Death Skull boss he was walking with.

Generally speaking, orcs will not be satisfied and happy because of trophies. They pursue eternal war, except for One Eye. As a blood axe, he needs to look at those treasures so that he can recall the feeling of that time.

Therefore, he, and most of his boys, have very unique feelings for the Glaives of Catachan, even if such feelings are pathological and abnormal.

But that kind of happiness did not last long, and the noisy waaaagh and waaaagh interrupted the poor guy's thoughts anyway.

If it weren't for the boy from his own tribe, One-Eye would undoubtedly and without hesitation give that bastard his favorite big gun blaster, but that was the sound coming from the annoying arena of the Gough Clan next door.

One-Eye complained more than once that damn Goff used the scraps that were almost enough to make two killing tin cans to make that thing...

arena?

Let your precious little ones run rampant in it, kill each other, and create an amusement park with red dye and spikes and eye-catching waste?

To be honest, One Eye likes it very much, he likes it so much, but whether he is a pragmatist or not, even if his boys look at him with tears, he will not let them get close to that huge, noisy, and fun thing. Huge, damn Gough Arena that he envied.

He yelled, even forgetting that Catachan's blade still hadn't been withdrawn from his waist, and that he was too big to see his side clearly. The world was too noisy, raindrops were pattering on the ground, waaagh and The shouts of killing continued.

So much so that the usually vigilant and powerful boss didn't notice that the boy stretched out his green claws.

When One-Eye walked back to his position and stretched his legs to get his sharp blade, he saw that his treasure was no longer where it was.

"Over there!? Where?!" He stood up urgently, looked at the bottom of his butt, and opened the fart next to his body to see if he could eat that stupid thing.

After a fruitless search, One-Eye quickly thought of a certain green-skinned boy, and then a loud shout came from the camp.

"Find the special operations boy Gan Luo! The reward is enough f**king teeth!"

Gan Luo, holding the treasure at the moment, his thick blood vessels trembled on his green skin, he found it, he did it, he stole his boss's things...

He still couldn't believe it. He was still looking forward to running on the dirty land of the orc camp, his military boots stained with mud.

He heard the buzzing sound of the engine, and then Gan Luo noticed that behind him were groups of damn boys from the Death Skull clan, driving big trucks with spikes and bad taste!

He turned around and fired, dropped bombs, took everything he learned and used it on his own people, boom, boom, boom.

The huge dirty car of Death Skull dodges those damn attacks, the bombs roar, begging to beat Gan Luo to mud!

Deathskull's engineer boy was in the car, holding the big clicking target, spitting out tongues of fire. "I beg you to catch me and let the boss worship me!"

"I want more teeth to form my big cart!"

Gan Luoke was an expert in evasion, but in that case his patience might not have much effect. He could just light the smoke bomb and let the thick fog surround the camp.

Soon, the big car crashed into the orc house, with raindrops on the scrap metal, sparks and engine oil constantly falling. Gan Luo felt so happy for the first time. He hugged Catachan's dagger and laughed maniacally.

"Hahahaha! I won! I won!"

His laughter suddenly stopped, because he felt the sight behind him, which was too familiar. He turned around and looked at the camp that he had made a mess. His boss, the one-eyed boss, was pointing his big gun at His head.

"Give it to me, Gan Luo, give him my knife!" Han Xuan, a vicious one-eyed man, said with resentment in his rough voice. He couldn't lose that good thing, at least not before he died.

Gan Luo went too far tomorrow, which was very forgivable before. Gan Luo also knew that if he asked to go back, he would probably be a piece of rotten meat in the Scrooge pit.

He buried his head and continued running, One Eye was disheartened. After all, there were not many bloody axes left by his side, but that was it, goodbye.

The leg gun sprayed projectiles with scorching heat and a huge roar. The terrifying weapon was enough to break an orc's flesh, no doubt.

Gan Luo held on to the beautiful knife tightly...

He begged to die, he begged to die!

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound of flesh and blood being smashed as expected. There was a "click". One Eye could clearly see it. Was it the sound of a ricochet? Did he hit the wall?

When Gan Luo and Duyan could see clearly, the green wall was inlaid with huge iron-toothed Dongba.

"Hahaha, Blood Ax bastard, what's wrong?" Iron Teeth wiped the pliers on his legs, leaving dirty marks on them.

Gan Luo hugged Boss Gao Fu's thigh, and Gao Fu happily accepted the feeling of admiration, which made him excited, happy and happy.

"I like me, and I won't love my boy from now on. Waiting for Dong to change into Dong's camouflage, it will be extremely ugly!"

One-Eye cursed. "No, let him hit me with the machete!"

Iron Teeth looked at the dagger. It was too small for him, so it didn't matter, but he didn't answer.

"No, I don't need anything!"

Gan Luo held the dagger and looked at One Eye in fear.

One Eye showed an ugly smile, then raised his leg gun.

boom! The green flesh flew far away...

Iron Teeth was furious, his cheeks were red, but he definitely could have stopped the attack, so why didn't he?

"I killed my boy!"

One Eye shouted. "He stole my Catachan shrimp blade!"

Boss Goff picked up the dagger, put it in his belt, and pointed to the large arena that he was proud of.

"If you want to go back, then fight me!"