Chapter 24 The Iron-Toothed Boss

The huge, tattered spaceship was painted with red marks and green light glowed around it. It appeared suddenly and passed through the orbit and atmosphere of the planet.

There is no doubt that the Imperial Navy theoretically should intercept them, but the technology used by the Orks does not require Mandeville points, which is why the Empire has no way to deal with the Orc pirates.

As for the battleship called "Boom Boy", although most humans can judge the level of the orc battleship by its size and the number of guns, but in the mouths of the orcs, their battleships do have series names.

In theory, that strategic ship can carry a large number of boys, enough to take a green-skinned tribe to leave their own planet, but it has to be said that two battleship-level orc warships will probably not be able to carry a powerful enough boss. Impossible to appear.

Soon they will fight each other, so it is more difficult for the orcs to unite, thanks to such bad habits, otherwise the galaxy will not be green.

Boom, boom, falling from the sky like a meteor. Generally speaking, a battleship cannot enter the atmosphere due to its huge size. It will be pulled by the weight of the planet and then disintegrate.

But it doesn't matter to the boss of the battleship whether he is wrong or not...

Because his kid has already calculated the landing place, and the ship has indeed flown for too long, it can be scrapped after landing and can be used as scrap.

For orcs, there is no "trash" but "treasure".

While the boys were being trained on how to sneak, how to kill humans, and how to shoot, the one-eyed man turned his head and saw a huge spaceship leaning to the side. The hull had been burned red by the atmosphere, and it was hitting the east like a meteor. He was cursing outside.

"Damn it, who drove the boat?!"

"Hurry up and prepare the close-in defense artillery and give it a shot!"

Well, he has already cursed.

But it was too late. When the huge "comet" hit the surface of the planet, the huge impact overturned the house of Lingke boy in the tribe and blew away the squirge that was being cultivated. It was very likely that the machine tyrant had just repaired it. Several fart cans were also knocked around.

From the wreckage of the battleship in the distance, boys in black armor crawled out and began to skillfully dismantle the hull and then use the waste to build their own camp.

Then the huge boss came out of the boat. All his dongs were gone, replaced with metal teeth, and he wore a horned hat to publicize his origins.

Dark smoke and burnt brown smell overflowed from his skin. The huge power claws and good enough armor swore that the orcs had financial resources. As he walked towards the camp, all the one-eyed boys raised their guns and looked at him warily. Then there's the boss.

One-eye has grown a lot due to the power of waaaagh, but in front of the boss, it seems that he has not grown a little.

With one eye, he looked at the orc warlord's attire. "Goff..."

Then the Iron Teeth Warlord also looked at One Eye. "Bloodaxe bastard."

But it's almost a miracle that they didn't fight, Iron Teeth said. "Where's the guy with the dead skull?"

One Eye glanced at the location of the statue in the square. It had turned into a big pit. At this moment, the marble seat had also turned into a seat made by the orc warlord, and the head was hanging on it.

The iron teeth of the Gaof clan rubbed the tip of their noses. "No, it doesn't matter, I just need to be beaten."

"After all the shrimps on Zhai Mulu's planet die, it will be my turn!"

One Eye returned to the camp without saying a word. Cooperation? New kid?

If Death Skull told him that Gaofu was coming, he would prepare close-range defense artillery and hit that bastard eastward in advance!

Therefore, he had to tighten the defense in the camp, and he began to arrange a large number of boys to patrol to prevent the bastards from the Gough clan from sneaking into his head.

Although they should just cut them down, because of their own good habits, the boys placed various anti-reconnaissance traps around the camp, such as tattered jingle bells tied with ropes, or simple trigger traps.

But the professionals did not disdain the special operations boys. They took out the special homemade anti-reconnaissance equipment, a wooden board and two wooden sticks, and placed them in the mud. If someone stepped on them, they would crack and make a sound.

That wasn't anything particularly advanced, but the special operations boy knew very well how a truly silent person would walk.

When the camp was fortified and the sky gradually turned dark, One-Eye originally planned to kill the outpost at that time, but he did not dare to attack because of Gough. This was good news for the Empire and the Astra Militarum. The appearance of the Orcs Fights are commonplace.

But whether there is one eye or iron teeth, the victory of one of the two orcs can bring about a huge and terrifying waaagh sweeping that beautiful world.

But in the current situation, Alan Bair doesn't know, Catachan doesn't know, and Lieutenant Colonel Avada doesn't know, whether they are lurking in the forest, waiting for opportunities like poisonous snakes, when the Catachans come to the camp When nearby, the strong smell of green skin allowed them to quickly determine the enemy's situation.

Avada whispered.

"The number is more than expected."

The veteran nearby observed the dark camp.

"It seems to be the size of two tribes, and it is expanding!"

The Catachans quickly analyzed the situation, and as elites of the Astra Militarum, they would not return empty-legged. Several veterans with storm grenades found a strange room with all kinds of messy decorations hanging on it. It has a huge orcish face, one red and one green, painted on it.

The Catachans didn't know what it was, but experience told them that if they fired one shot, all nearby greenskins would die from inexplicable headshots.

It turned out that experience could indeed bring miraculous results, and the greenskins didn't know why, but that Lingke boy suddenly went crazy.

But the Catachans had to get close to the range first. Avada quickly identified the specific location and let the soldiers slowly approach.

Silently, there were many patrols, but they were afraid that when a few orcs passed by, they would suddenly be "eaten" by the "grass".

The grass would grow thick legs and arms, most of which were bronze, and then pull him into its own, and then there was no scream, and the orc disappeared out of thin air.

When other orcs were afraid, the laser carbine with a flash suppressor would give him a close-range headshot, and the modified firearms would completely destroy his head.

On the way, they also found many crude traps of the orcs, and the veterans communicated with each other in leg language.

And they also started chatting. "Isn't that ghost orc there? It's too easy to sneak in there."

Avada thought about Alanbair's expression at that time. "Be careful!"

A moment later, a soldier stepped into the rotten plants, and his feet hit the fragile wooden board, making a clear sound. "Crack"