Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 54

Since Cyclops lost to Xiami's bosses, the collective strength of the entire green-skinned tribe has dropped a lot. Although the iron teeth are strong, they are still injured when facing the group attack of the fourth row of the star army.

In the green-skinned eyes, they would not consider that the enemy the two war bosses faced was the elite troops of humans. They only felt that Iron Teeth and One-Eyed were no longer suitable for ruling the entire orc tribe, and the huge Karoo City still had too many Many places are not used by greenskins. Those iron, food, and human corpses are all rare treasures.

But Iron Tooth has always asked the bosses to stand still to prevent humans from attacking Cyclops.

The treasures cannot be obtained, and the waaagh cannot be revived in a short time. The dissatisfaction of the orcs gradually accumulated, and finally, under the suggestion of some bosses, the orcs gathered together.

They were all once powerful leaders of the orc tribe, but now they have become one-eyed guards or stormtroopers. They like this position very much, but the orcs who have tasted the taste of power can hardly let go of the opportunity to enslave such a large tribe.

Restless, restless, in the house of a poor psionic kid, the psycho was knocked out by the bosses and tied aside, the huge orcs who once dominated the world are now huddled next to the crude promethium lamps made by orcs, surrounded by mushrooms The meeting begins with a table and a pile of Moggogo statues around it.

It has to be said that their aesthetics are similar to those of the top brass of the Astra Militarum... The Astra Militarum is in the reliquary, and they are in the psionic kid's faith storage room.

The boss with the big click yelled in Low Gothic. "I don't like One-Eyed. He hides, is stupid, and can't fight."

He should be the kind of thing called Big Gun Boss or Dirty Gun Boss. Of course, the best way to identify whether orcs are the boss is to smell them. It’s no problem for them to smell for thousands of miles...

The orc on the opposite side of his table is a special war boss. If the one-eyed man was here, he would know him. He was one of the special war boys who followed him at the beginning. Replaced the one-eyed idea.

For orcs, betrayal is a common occurrence.

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

The special warfare boss clapped his hands, and several special warfare boys came carrying the iron cage. Dozens of humans were trapped in that squeaky damn thing. To be precise, they were Catachan humans.

The loyal elites of the empire did not leave the mortal world, but were captured by this group of disgusting orcs, their arms were tied, and food was stuffed into their mouths with forced expansion equipment, and they were raised like pigs. What a shame, if Catachans resisted the orcs Ability, they will draw their guns and shoot immediately when they see it, and then cut their own throats with their own blades.

However, a large number of iron chains fixed them tightly, and a lot of soft cloth was tied to their heads, so it was absolutely impossible to commit suicide.

Even so, when the other bosses saw this group of humans, their hairs immediately stood on end. They were all born as beastmen in the tribe, and most of them were disturbed by Catachan's power. That was by no means good.

The big gun boss immediately took out his weapon. "What are you doing here with this bunch of dried shrimps?!"

The boss of special warfare smiled lightly, that smile was learned from his boss, the one-eyed scary smile, and then took out dozens of Catachan blades from his tactical backpack.

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

But even so, when the Catachans saw that the knife they regarded as life was placed on the green-skinned creation, they immediately used all their strength, like a beast slamming into a cage, even if the bones were dislocated and the skin was festered, it would be fine. Obtaining those things is not only a symbol of his own survival, but also an honor, and it is also the soul of his comrades.

Falling into the hands of green skins is like falling into hell, the Catachans cannot accept it, cannot accept it!
The violent impact frightened the bosses, they felt that those crazy shrimps were about to rush out and kill themselves with various weapons.

They are not afraid of death, but their own big ideals, so many waaagh, have not yet been completed, but they are going to die on this group of sneaky shrimps?
The special warfare boss clapped his hands, the boys pushed the cage down, and then he picked up a very beautiful Catachan blade. In fact, his plan had existed for a long time, and he originally planned to spend it on One Eye.

Borrowing a knife to kill people, should it be okay to describe it this way?
He thought for a moment. "If I release those shrimps, they will definitely commit suicide immediately, but I don't want their good props to die immediately..."

The other bosses asked this in unison. "what are you up to?!"

The special warfare boss touched those blades. "If the soul of Catachan Shrimp is placed in the one-eyed room, and the process is discovered by those Catachans, and the kid's "accident" gives them a chance to leave, and "accidentally", the weapon is stored beside them..."

The other bosses swallowed their saliva, which is equivalent to letting the tiger go back to the mountain, but in the face of the fear of iron teeth, they also had to use tricks and tricks, but there are still a lot of guys with backbone, about one-third of the green-skinned bosses heard Announce the withdrawal immediately after the specific.

But as soon as they turned around, several silenced green leather bolt pistols smashed the back of their defenseless heads.

That was the masterpiece of the special forces boys, but the green-skinned bosses still didn't die, they were too strong, even if they were attacked silently, they would not die, they shouted immediately, but they forgot one thing.

The meeting chose here because the psionic boy was excluded by the tribe. It is very remote, and it is normal for the psionic boy to make any strange sounds. The calls of those bosses are naturally ignored. The boys only feel a little strange. Why is the boy so noisy.

Then get on with your work.

And the special war boss pulled out his own blade, cut open the heads of those orcs one by one, took out the brains inside, and then soaked those things in the fresh-keeping liquid with great interest.

This is his personal hobby. A large number of brains are stored in his tactical backpack, including those of humans, orcs, and small alien races (titanium). When other bosses see this, even the orcs are sweating.

The special warfare boss asked. "Anyone else want to quit?"

The other orcs shook their heads immediately.

"Very good, I announce, the battle begins, code name, kill the boss with a knife!"

A gloomy voice emerged from his body, and the other bosses saw a faint, illusory, blue feather from behind this special warfare boy...

They blinked in disbelief, only to find that those things were suddenly dissipated by a green light, as if hallucinating, the voice of the special warfare boss became orcish again.

"What, I said, work!"

　Big Birdman: I like Cyclops so much, can I have some orc specialties, the conspiracy is arranged!

　　Brother Mao: You fart!

　　Birdman: Hee hee hee hee, how about it?

　　Engage brother (sound of hard beating)
　　Birdman: Forgive me!I can not make it!

　　Silver Sun (Psionic Beat)
　　Birdman: Ahhh, let's go! (referring to subspace rebirth)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)