Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

Since One-Eye was defeated by Xiami's bosses, the collective strength of the entire greenskin tribe has dropped a lot. Although Iron Teeth is powerful, it was still injured in the face of the group attack of the fourth platoon of the Astra Militarum.

In the eyes of the greenskins, they would not consider whether the two war chiefs faced the same enemy or were elite troops among humans. They felt that Iron Teeth and One Eye were no longer suitable to rule the entire orc tribe, and the huge Karu City was too big. Many places are not used by the greenskins, and the iron, food, and human corpses are all rare treasures.

But Fu Tiejia always begged the bosses to stand still to prevent humans from attacking One Eye.

The treasure cannot be obtained, and the waaagh cannot be rekindled in a short time. The dissatisfaction of the orcs gradually accumulates. In the past, at the suggestion of some bosses, the orcs gathered together.

They all once held positions as powerful leaders of the orc tribe, such as the one-eyed guards or stormtroopers. They liked that position very much, but the orcs who had tasted the taste of power could not give up the opportunity to enslave such a large tribe. .

Restless, restless, in the house of a poor Lingke boy, the lunatic was knocked unconscious by the bosses and tied to one side. The once-all-powerful orcs were huddled next to the rough promethium lamp made by the orcs, surrounding the mushrooms. The meeting started with a table and a lot of statues of Brother Mao and Brother around.

It has to be said that their aesthetics are similar to those of the senior leaders of the Astra Militarum... The Astra Militarum is in the relic room, and they are in the storehouse of faith of the Lingke boy.

The boss with the big click spoke low Gothic Chinese. "I don't like One-Eyed. He's hiding, stupid, and unbeatable."

He should be the kind of thing called a big gun boss or a dirty gun boss. Of course, the best way to identify an orc boss is to smell it. Their smell can spread thousands of miles without any problem...

The orc across the table from him is the boss of the special operations team. If One Eye is there, he will know him. Then one of the special operations boys who followed him at the beginning has become the boss. Although he is loyal on the surface, he is not the boss. Wai Xin has already had the idea of ​​replacing One Eye.

For orcs, betrayal is commonplace.

"No, no, no. Although One Eye is weak, Iron Teeth is still strong. I think I have a plan."

The special operations boss patted his leg, and then a few special operations boys came over carrying an iron cage. There were dozens of humans trapped in that squeaking damn thing, or to be precise, Catachan humans.

The loyal elites of the empire did not leave the mortal world. Instead, they were captured by those disgusting orcs. Their legs and arms were tied, and food was stuffed into their mouths with forced expansion devices. They were raised like pigs. What a shame. If the Catachans resisted With the strength of the orcs, they saw Hui Ma drawing his gun and shooting, and then slit his own throat with his own blade.

However, a large number of iron chains held them firmly in place, and their heads were also tied with a lot of soft cloth, making it impossible for them to commit suicide.

Even so, the hair on the other bosses stood up when they saw the group of human horses. They were all born as beastmen in the tribe, and most of them had been disturbed by the power of Catachan. That was definitely not good.

The big gun boss is taking out his weapon. "What did I do with those shrimps?!"

The special operations boss smiled lightly, a smile he learned from his boss, the one-eyed terrifying smile, and then took out dozens of Catachan blades from his tactical backpack.

Of course, there are more knives than the people of Catachan. In fact, those Catachan are now extremely envious of their brothers who died in the war, instead of sharing such a shame like them.

But even so, when the Catachans saw that the knife they regarded as life was placed on the green-skinned creation, they also used all their strength, like a wild beast slamming into the cage. Even if the bones were dislocated and the skin was ulcerated, it was no problem. Those things that need to be obtained are neither a symbol of one's own life, nor honor, nor the souls of his comrades-in-arms.

Falling into green-skinned legs is like falling into hell. The Catachans cannot accept it, they cannot accept it!

The violent impact frightened the bosses. They felt that those crazy shrimps were begging to rush out and kill them with various weapons.

Aren't they afraid of death, but they have such great ideals, so many waaaghs, and they are so unfinished that they want to die in the presence of those sneaky shrimps?

The special operations boss clapped his legs, and the boys pushed the cage east. Then he picked up a very beautiful Catachan blade. In fact, his plan had already existed, and he originally planned to spend it on One-Eye.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife, should it be okay to describe it that way?

He thought about something. "If I release those shrimps, they will definitely commit suicide immediately, but he doesn't want their good props to die immediately..."

The other bosses asked in unison. "What do I ask for?!"

Then let the special operations boss caress those blades. "If the soul of Catachan shrimp is placed in One-Eye's room, and the process is discovered by those Catachan, and the boy's "accident" gives them the opportunity to leave, and "accidentally", the weapons are stored beside them..."

The other bosses swallowed their saliva. This was equivalent to letting the tiger go back to the mountain, but in the face of the fear of being wronged by the iron teeth, they had to use conspiracy and tricks, but there were still many guys with backbone, about one-third of the greenskins. After the boss heard the details, Ma Zai announced his withdrawal.

But as soon as they turned around, the green-skinned bolter leg guns that were silenced within a few seconds smashed the back of their defenseless heads.

It was the masterpiece of the special warfare boys, but those green-skinned bosses were still alive. They were too strong and would not die even if they were attacked silently. They were shouting, but they forgot one thing. The meeting was held there because Lingke was excluded by the tribe. It was very remote, and it was normal for Lingke to make strange noises. The calls of the bosses were naturally ignored, and the boys felt a little strange. Why would Lingke be so noisy tomorrow? Then they continued to work. The special warfare boss pulled out his blade, cut open the heads of the orcs one by one, took out the brains inside, and then soaked them in fresh-keeping liquid with interest. It was his personal hobby. A large number of brains were stored in his tactical backpack, including those of humans, orcs, and small alien races (titanium). When other bosses saw this, even the orcs were sweating. The special warfare boss asked. "Do you really want to quit?" The other orcs shook their heads. "Very good, he announced, the operation begins, code name, borrow a knife to kill the leader!"

A cold voice came out of his body, and the other bosses saw vague, illusory, blue feathers from behind the special warfare boy...

They blinked in disbelief, but found that those things were suddenly dissipated by a green light, as if it was an illusion, and the voice of the special warfare boss became orcish again.

"What are you doing, I said, work!"

Big Birdman: He likes the one-eyed one so much, can he get some orc specialties, the conspiracy is arranged!

Brother Mao: I fart!

Birdman: Hehehe, how about it?

Brother Go (beating hard)

Birdman: Spare my life! He can't do it!

Silver Sun (Ling Ke beats)

Birdman: Ah, he's gone! (referring to the rebirth of the subspace)