Chapter 124 Enemies Meet/I Fuck Waagh's War Boss

Chapter 124 The enemy meets the war leader who fucked the waagh

Union, something that was almost inconceivable for the two races, was achieved in the first hundred years at the end of the dark 40th millennium. In that uncertain time, things were sometimes so strange.

Blood feuds and genocide are commonplace between the two races that have been fighting for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

The greenskins and humans have been fighting since the time the Tau first set foot on land (not single-celled animals), from the Lord of the Fire Dragon to the Bonecrusher, to the Ruming, alliance, peace, even if it is false, That kind of vocabulary is also drifting away from them.

In fact, the Blood Ax Orc clan has many records of trade with the empire's border world, but after that wrongful, extremely bloody and violent chaos, the Blood Ax can no longer be so blatant.

After a long period of time when people almost forgot about those wonderful records, when they cooperated with the aliens, something almost impossible happened.

Even if they are Chaos traitors, they will not cooperate with the aliens. Although there are very few traitors who will try to enslave individual valuable alien races, they will choose to kill them when faced with the notorious green skins in the galaxy.

When the battleship with the orc text banner left the starport, the senior officials of the Imperial Guard and the nobles had already planned a tragic lie.

They stated whether that action sent a threatening message to the orcs and begged them to stop their activities, but whether those words written with teeth, squares, similar to hieroglyphs but carrying huge messages did not contain the will of the alliance and the location near the star. Among the asteroids, a nearly intact Imperial Void Outpost was abandoned when the warp storm raged, controlled by the Imperial Guard.

That cooperation was highly confidential, and only the senior officials present at the time knew about the relevant matters. In fact, if there were no people there, and the subspace flow was very concealed, they would not even dare to think about the plan.

But the pressure of three hundred battleships is too strong. If that amount of troops press in, things will become extremely bad.

The pressure forced that bad alliance to form an alliance. Even though such things have happened before, the Empire and the Orks are not the same as the Empire and the Tau. Although the Tau have evil intentions, they rarely commit genocide, and the Orks...

Even the imperial officers cannot unanimously agree, even the nobles will have hesitation and uncertainty, and even the executors and even planners of the plan are skeptical.

But so what, whether the mule or the horse is pulled out, the meeting held at the Imperial outpost must be blessed by the Emperor. The remaining people need to believe in the power of the Lord of Mankind and the Imperial Guard.

But the void is still very big, not to mention that the battleship members on the mission don't know where the orcs are. They almost always advance in the void at the slowest speed. It's long and slow, but at that time, every minute and second seems to be cherished, and If they really relied on luck, then they would definitely not be able to find the orcs. Alan Bair had already told them a very vague direction. If it was right, they would definitely be in contact.

Alan Bayer was drinking coffee and waiting for a reply, the staff officer asked at this moment. "I just believe them?"

Alan Beyer replied. "Huron was able to reach Ruming's position only because of his betrayal and his hoarse throat. Even though he was shot and turned into a waste that needs to rely on machinery to survive, it doesn't mean that his mind is not clear."

"Ruming's Gundwa VI is not the hatred in his heart, nor is it the reason why he cannot completely rule that star region. That star system is located in a stable area of ​​​​subspace, and the routes there are stable and comfortable. If that star region If he doesn't fall, he will never be able to invest in the remaining 10% of the territory in the Pangia sub-sector, nor can he enter the Sun Star Domain."

"He still doesn't believe that there will be 300 fleets coming. According to his speculation, the traitor force currently only has 300-400 warships at most. He thinks it will be no problem for the main force of about 100 to come."

the staff officer asked. "Are the orcs deceiving them?" Alan Bair answered. "It depends on what I think. If the orcs don't run out of ammunition and food, they won't try to communicate with them. If they don't know, they will be water without roots and will dissipate in the void sooner or later. But if there is a pond to help them save, They can even become rivers."

The staff officer replied. "Are they breeding tigers?"

Alan Bair nodded. "But the new tigers are better than the ones we have now, but they still don't want to believe in human form, they just try to take advantage of them."

But they were also very clear about the truth. Against the infinite vastness of the void, the Orcs' reconnaissance fleet finally discovered a special battleship very close to their base. It was hung with special fibers on the Empire. In the presence of the battleship, the orcs quickly realized that something was wrong. Senior officers were called, and the meaning behind them was translated, so they were not afraid of coming from the east.

Humans understand them very well, their words, their group structure, and they know their location. The fear of being discovered in the dark forest. The current strength and number of humans are better than that of orcs. He feels lucky to come to the east, if not If human traitors invade, the war from the east will be very difficult. For the Blood Ax Orcs, it is not shameful to escape and retreat, but failure and death will make them unable to serve.

They were in the eye of the vortex of war, the heart of the hurricane, and it seemed peaceful, but the orcs were excited. Explosions, fighting, violence, everything they expected would come true, just like the era when the one-eyed man was alive.

Those crazy people would not think about why they were fighting. They only cared about two things: whether they could win and whether the scale was large. The orcs were still crazy at the end of the dark 40th millennium. No creature would want to make trouble with them.

When the orc officer calmed down, he looked at the banner and felt more and more excited. Why did it look like...

Sweat flowed down his forehead, and the pores all over his body began to shrink, as if a fart spirit saw the leg pen written by the boss. The class of the orcs was buried in their DNA. Although they could cross it, they could never disappear. He trembled and silently said a sentence. "Boss?"

Then he came to his senses. He had been there for a long time, and the kid next to him pushed him. "Sir, what's wrong?"

He came to his senses and patted his shoulder. "Report to the One-Eye." His eyes were filled with a lot of uneasiness and submission?

The information was conveyed quickly, and the One-Eye didn't want to spend time conveying it again. He wanted to go directly to the asteroid. The union with Xiami became the most important thing during that period, and the entire orc tribe was preparing.

Violence and war will not be far away, so warships and powerful orcs must be arranged. That place is the territory of the empire, and the relevant defense also needs attention. It's said that it's an alliance meeting, but it's tense.

Warships, guns, fists and hacks are all brought, but the protagonist, the One-Eye, looks at the banner thoughtfully.

He feels a little familiar, and humans should not know the orc language, but he can't understand why he has a special feeling about words, that feeling is as if he... sees what the One-Eye wrote.

Sweat flows down his forehead, is the One-Eye alive? Definitely not. Then can something with that feeling be comparable to the one-eyed orc war leader? That thing made the second-generation one-eyed completely confused. Has a large orc tribe formed an alliance with humans?

The size of the orcs is the only thing that matters. The orcs in the text want to merge them, and the one-eyed can only serve his own boys. After all, although the blood axe of Ru Ming is large, it is not invincible.

You can't be a boss if you are timid. The second-generation one-eyed tidied his clothes and walked into the warship with his personal guards. The roar brought by promethium and rags, the war engine slowly moved forward. The six-kilometer-long warship was made of fine gold, and its firepower could almost destroy a world. It was also the flagship of the orc fleet.

She was just built, so she didn't have a name. Although the battle situation of the orcs of Ru Ming showed that they were more suitable for small warships, the one-eyed one always emphasized that the command of the main battleship must be big and fierce, so that the orcs with little money had to hold back that thing.

The battleship was slow but steady. Without using the warp engine or instant jump, she slowly approached the planet. Compared with her, the planet was too small.

But in the Warhammer world, there is the concept of machine soul. To be precise, the machine soul is the origin of the machine. The more the machine experiences, the stronger its machine soul will be. The bigger the machine, the more terrible the anger of its soul will be.

So the newly born orc war engine already has a vague machine soul, but if you want to describe it anthropomorphically, then the guy who was just born now encounters an old soldier with wounds all over his body and a promethium stick (cigarette) hanging in his mouth.

She wore a "military cap" and an imperial "uniform" and stopped next to the asteroid filled with metal and ceramic steel to make people feel solid at a glance. Her body was less than half the size of the orc war machine, but she made the orc machine feel pressured.

After a hundred years of war, the Red Pirates, the wrecks, the Titans, and the half-extreme star field, the Bordello, which had taken a bath in the subspace, stood in the void. The adamantium armor emitted a light blue, cold and terrifying sense of killing in the starlight. A moment later, the one-eyed man heard Jiba shouting at the command point.

"The power reactor has stopped! The auspicious instrument is faulty and can't move forward!"

The one-eyed man cursed through the communicator. "Brother Mao! What am I doing? Our warship is just sailing for the first time!"

Jiba took out the Mao totem and his own shaman costume, and began to dance and kowtow in a proper manner, but it was useless. The machine soul was indifferent to the situation of leaving the greenskin fleet, and he himself was a new machine that had never seen killing.

That didn't mean the machine soul was unhappy, but it was terrified.

One-Eye sighed. The problem was serious. He could choose to take the assault ship forward. He was originally a little proud of the fact that humans sent a strategic cruiser. It turned out that he had changed from relying on warships to having a few guys.

When he was in the transport plane, the transport plane sprayed flames to pass through the damn human building wreckage, and One-Eye came to the place that had just been restarted by the Empire.

The promethium lamp was shining, and the Imperial Guards welcomed him with guns. One-Eye quickly noticed that the Imperial Guards there were all holding explosive guns, wearing armor, and carrying... farm tools on their waists or backs?

But his feeling told him that it was not bad. He had never seen that unit before. He was curious to see the organization behind him, but he got the black muzzle of the only group of Skadi.

The one-eyed man could continue to move forward mechanically. He knew that the road in East Mawei was too long. There were many rooms that could be used as meeting rooms, but humans chose the innermost one. The people who led the way were rows of imperial guards who filled the entire corridor.

The one-eyed man had no doubt that if he did something out of line, he would be shot into a hornet's nest.

Therefore, the road was long, very long, very long, so long that he felt depressed and suffocated. When he opened the metal door of the meeting room, that feeling reached its peak. To his surprise, three human high officials in front of him had already taken their seats, and that feeling was brought by them.

The leader in the middle looked very young, wearing a school-level military uniform, sitting upright and drinking coffee. The one on the right was wearing an imperial planetary governor uniform, also a young man. At least according to the one-eyed man's understanding of humans, they would not be more than 30 years old. The one on the left was an imperial staff officer (zw), an elite who graduated from Zhongsi College, and a veteran of about 30-40 years old.

The one-eyed man walked over there naturally as usual, but because of the words of the young man in the middle, his whole body froze.

"Are you the kid who gave him a headache?"

The second generation of the one-eyed man instantly recalled the appearance of the person in front of him. He remembered that he withdrew from the war in Kalu City at the end, but he also remembered that although the human who killed the one-eyed boss was a canned, the war leader who commanded the canned was an ordinary human.

And the three people in front of him were the most active shrimp bosses at that time. The one in the middle was the company-level leader of the third regiment of Skadi, the leader of the fourth regiment, Lieutenant Colonel.

The one-eyed man was wrong because of his observation and attention until he left the star system. He died. That was the first record. The one-eyed man was glad for the first time that the terrible thing disappeared, and the human who defeated the most powerful war leader he knew disappeared.

The second generation of the one-eyed man delayed the looting for a full year. The honesty after they settled in the asteroid base was because the boss was not in the star system.

But if he came back and stood in front of him, the second generation of the one-eyed horse would instantly understand why everything had gone wrong recently, because the terrible human war leader was back.

He began to regret his stupid alliance proposal. They should rely on the reduction of subspace fluctuations to leave the galaxy and start a new wandering, but it was too late, his body answered involuntarily.

"No, boss, I will definitely correct my mistakes!"

The coffee in Alanbair's legs fell to the ground. He had all kinds of rebuttals and replies in his head. Why did it suddenly become like that?

He cursed his face in his heart, saying, I am a war leader, waaaghboss, why is he so shameless?

But he said with his mouth. "Now, tell me all my information, he will consider sparing my life."

The second generation of the one-eyed horse answered. As the biggest disciple of the one-eyed horse and the only descendant, he was an alien in the orc race without cultural heritage. He was too scared of the human in front of him. "No! I got the boss!"

The orc guards he brought were similar. They were all tough guys who had experienced the orc war and had seen how the human in front of them got his head cut by the one-eyed boss.

His awesome little gun could kill hundreds of guys with one blow!

It was so fucking awesome!