I'm a green-skinned tech master

Die? How so? How is it possible, when fighting with humans, smart heads are disemboweled and broken, they are not dead, and they are going to die after hitting a few bugs?

Cheng Mingrui couldn't believe it, he thought that Smart Head had suffered some internal injury, he stood up and shouted for a mad doctor to treat Smart Head.

"Don't toss around, it's useless." The smart head waved his hand openly, "It's the poison of the bug, there is a probability of being controlled by the bug after being bitten, under normal circumstances, Yi Li's body should be fine... It may be bad luck, or it may be that the shrimp made Li weaker with a knife, so he was hit. "

The genetic virus of the base thief is very strong, and it can even control the green-skinned orcs, but because the orcs are spores reproduce, they are infected in up to one generation, and the penetration of the base thief is therefore difficult to develop and grow in the greenskin.

“... Don't give up, maybe Mad Doctor has a way. Cheng Mingrui persuaded.

"It's useless, your body knows that you can hear the sound of insects now, such as the sound now that makes you cut."

Unconsciously, Cheng Mingrui's legs softened, and that voice... It won't be the will of the worm nest, but it is a collection of countless insect consciousness conceptual bodies, that kind of spiritual power that ordinary life can compete with?

"Let that voice get out, if you can't see it or touch it, you want him to eat a paw." The smart head said nonchalantly.

"I'm not afraid of death, I hate being controlled by bugs. It's just that there are regrets, not regrets that I just got my own ship and died. It's a pity that I don't even have a good song, because I don't understand art if I am a green skin? The wise head raised his power claw and put it on his neck, and his tone was not afraid, only sadness and regret.

A big hand grabbed the power claw of the smart head, it was Cheng Mingrui, "Wait, maybe I have a piece of music to play for you." The

story of the clever head touched Cheng Mingrui's heart, and in his eyes, the huge green monster in front of him was no longer terrifying, but cordial and real.

A boy who was bullied by his classmates at school because of his hobbies, did not give up what he liked, and rose forward and bullied himself, not agreeing with everything about himself to fight.

In the struggle, he continues to grow and become stronger, he can pursue something better, but he still keeps his dreams in his heart. For this dream, he can not be afraid of difficulties and death, because this dream is the most precious thing in his heart.

Talent, knowledge and inspiration continue to emerge in Cheng Mingrui's mind, and the memories deep in his soul are also being revived. The bloodline of the green-skinned orcs may really have a bonus to wisdom, and even gray memories will be dusted away and emit brilliance.

He remembered that a game he played as a child called Warcraft 3 Frozen Throne, and at the end of the campaign, there was an exciting rock song.

The cup ran wildly, and Cheng Mingrui picked up the clever ghost who was kicked over and ordered his order. He also started to make the corresponding instruments.

"But Boss Slippery, now is not the time to play, the mechanical boys said that the ship's channel is locked, and they can't handle it..." said the clever ghost tremblingly.

"Let them figure it out for themselves! Do what I said first! If you don't do a good job, I promise that no matter where you are, I can feed you Sgouger!" Cheng Mingrui roared.

Because of the threat of death, the goblins and brats were very efficient, and after about fifteen minutes, the instrument equipment was ready.

Faced with the problem that other green skins could not play, Cheng Mingrui compiled a program so that some instruments could play according to the melody by themselves.

With his hand on the electric guitar, Cheng Mingrui had never touched this instrument, but at this moment he felt that this instrument was part of his body, and when he was ready, he began to sing.

"Storm earth and fire, hear my call..."

After translating English into green, the lyrics are more appropriate, manic, raw, and powerful.

Blood-boiling rock music resounded in every corner of the bridge, and the kid who was picking up garbage, the mechanical kid who was transforming the bridge operating system, and the fart who cleaned the floor and collected his teeth by the way were all excited.

Some sang along with Cheng Mingrui, some danced and jumped, and some worked more passionately.

The most excited was the smart head, his expression was first shocked, and then he sang along happily, singing more and more, singing more and more waaagh. I don't know, if the smart head were human, would he cry now.

The display of the bridge shows the strange and colorful pictures in the subspace, which becomes the best background for the song performance.

Crossing achievements is achieved, and a concert is held with the brats in subspace.

Perhaps because of sailing in subspace, the emotions of intelligent life will be amplified, after Cheng Mingrui sang it again, the brats cheering around him were not satisfied, and they also asked to do it again, and also asked to sing higher and more hi.

The audience was so enthusiastic, Cheng Mingrui was naturally infected, he played the guitar, raised his head to look at the smart head, wondered if he was satisfied with his song.

The smart head opened his blood basin and looked at Cheng Mingrui in the distance.

"Slippery, you're a good orc, I really like you." The voices of the brats around were too noisy, and Cheng Mingrui couldn't hear the voice of the smart head.

In his eyes, the smart head nodded at him with a smile, and then closed the power claw that he had placed on his neck.

Cheng Mingrui didn't know what expression to face this situation, he was an orc, he shouldn't be sentimental, but he still felt a little blocked in his heart.

Whether it's as a bully or a rock kid, the smart head is still dead. In the Warhammer 40k universe, many people will die every day, there are orc boys, humans, and self-proclaimed high-level spirit races, when will it be their turn?

Leave him alone! Be a carefree orc, go down happy, waaagh go down.

Cheng Mingrui played a high note on the electric guitar, igniting the enthusiasm of the audience and starting a new round of singing.

A group of happy green-skinned orcs, driving a snatched human warship, sang songs in subspace while driving aimlessly forward.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the subspace ahead, expanding out, as if a huge demon swallowed in one gulp according to the tattered Knight of Glory.

Normal starlight shone on the battleship, a pale yellow star, several orbiting planets, an ordinary galaxy.