Chapter 301 Evil Moon Orc, Ebony Rui
It was a green muscle peak looking at the rolling cauldron in front of it. Several squirrels were put into the pot deliciously with meat and spices. With the stirring of the glutinous spirit, the scrap iron boiler turned over for a while. An enchanting aroma.
The one who enjoys such food is the master of the orcs here. He has long hair that is very cool for the orcs. It is difficult to imagine how he can cultivate so many hairy scooters of the same color in the asteroid fortress where supplies are scarce to satisfy his morbid needs. need.
His armor was smeared with yellow paint and covered his whole body, but the fine ceramic steel was hung with grease. He swallowed it wholeheartedly. He fully accepted the delicacies of humans or the preferences of orcs, and his favorite among them was the pot that was as hot as lava. of There was a hot pot with a heater underneath that highlighted the blazing flames. The frightened Fart stood on the table. He was almost naked and clean because he couldn't tarnish the boss's dinner. He was dodging while stirring the boiler that couldn't stop.
The table was long and long, over a hundred meters long. The delicacies of the mountains and seas were passed forward by the orcs in a relay like an assembly line, accompanied by rough and wild orc songs. The long table was filled with things from one end to the other far side. Those beside The orc boys were drooling, but they had to pretend to be elegant, wearing suits made of rags, and holding dinner plates to provide delicious meals to their huge masters.
Broadly speaking, this owner is also an orc boss, who looks much bigger than the others. He prefers to emphasize the individual strength, but it is not exactly the same as the real growth of the orcs, but the physical constitution is realistic. It also provides a lot of convenience, especially when he crushes those unruly boys.
His clothes are almost napkins, and the yellow cloth is full of stains. Fortunately, even if those things accumulate a stench over many years, it is nothing to the orcs, and those stains will not affect the strength of the ceramic steel, let alone Short-circuit his weapon.
Such gluttony will not stop until he is full of wine and food, unless one thing happens, that is, the orc who handles the food is exhausted. This means that he has lost another cook, and it also means that he has to endure the days without food. Because he wasn't hungry when he ate, he just wanted to use delicious food to spread his murderous intention that was crazier than other orcs, that's all.
And today, something like this happened, the food stagnated, and his 67th chef died, the orc always shouted. "I, Umurui, am angry, here we go again! Okay! Stop eating!"
He directly grabbed an attendant orc on the right, and then wiped him on his mouth like a napkin. The two layers of rough orc skin rubbed against each other with grease, and the skin slowly cracked and crumbled amidst the screams. The Orc Boy's fragile skin was almost completely scratched away.
His cheeks were like razors, or sandpaper, and the boy's sides were all bloody, but he was just dissatisfied with the chef's death.
"What's the reason this time?" He wiped the blood from his face, and the unlucky "napkin" was almost bloody and dying on the ground. This violent monster has threatened Karazha for hundreds of years, and its name has reached the point where people have heard of it. To the point where he becomes afraid, including his boys.
The orc who came to report should have been unlucky because of this, he could only shout with a bitter face. "There are shrimp battleships. We followed those shrimps with purple claws and detected them. I fired the cannons and shrimps fought back. But the canned ship came and we were bombarded by two damn big battleships. The entire super invincible cannon melted. It’s all clean.”
"What does that have to do with my chef? When the shrimps come, they will be beaten, and when the guns are melted, they will be made. My chef's sweetheart cannot die!" The boss cursed. For Wu Murui, his cook can be exhausted and eaten by himself. But he couldn't kill them, especially those thin and pitiful shrimps. He reluctantly accepted the can, after all, they were indeed difficult to deal with.
The orc curled his lips and said. "Boss, have you forgotten? You heard those purple-clawed shrimps say that the most dangerous place is the safest. You thought it made sense, so you moved the chef's kitchen under the cannon!"
Umurui immediately wanted to show off his power when he heard it, but then he said. "Come with the canned food and dried shrimps, that would be fun." He lowered his raised arm and rubbed his chin. "My tearbreaker is here, kid, bring it up, I want waaaaagh!"
Those orcs forgot most of the things in an instant. They only knew that the Ripper was waagh and big enough, and even the one who almost died just now jumped up and ran to lift the thing.
The thing called the Ripper is actually a dirty car, full of spikes, shiny things, covered with a layer of shining gold, and there are two explosive bombs and a set of bouncing monsters on the car body. Rocket array, and that thing cannot be driven by other orcs, because of its exaggeratedly large driver's seat, ordinary orcs can't press the brakes when sitting on it, just like the difference between adults and children.
Its driver's seat is so big that it can only be used in the open air. One is to reduce weight, and the other is to allow the huge engine to dissipate enough heat. This monster is not so much a car as it is an engine plus tires, and a simple drum bomb. The warehouse is composed of a lot of beautiful decorations, and on top of it are the heads of past Karazha lords, including the head of the current lord's father, which are worn like flags and made into trophies.
No one doubted that this thing would explode if it was hit. There was almost no doubt about it, but it was obviously impossible for a stupid orc to become the boss or leader in a place like this.
He moved his huge body and walked down from the throne. The distant mountains were like a wasteland, but if you looked closely, they were all densely packed lanes, all created by his hobby. At one time, he even drained the orcs who used their teeth as currency. It took all the wealth of the Evil Moon clan, the richest among the clans, to complete the miracle.
The car that only ten orcs could lift was like an adult sitting in a big go-kart, but no one would suspect that the car was weak. He held his seat firmly, and the entire car body sank with a click. , the orcs who had no time to crawl away turned into a puddle.
Umurui pressed her nose. "Come on boys, be the most accurate, come with me and kill the shrimps!" He stepped down, the engine hummed, and the three orc boys climbed onto the car body, equipped the weapons, and then tied themselves tightly with ropes. Tied to the car.
And they had just tied them up, and the boss drove the car out of the camp like lightning, leaving behind a yellow stream of light, as fast as lightning, accompanied by waaaagh war drums and shouts, countless dirty cars flew endlessly outside the camp. The track flew away like crazy.
Thick smoke is billowing, the smoke is constant, and the filth flies into the sky, perhaps circulating through the fortress and entering the void. But this world has no sky, only a ceiling made of thick metal. Behind the ceiling, in the endless void, the Imperial Guard's The battleship is slowly descending, or rather approaching.
Lord Skadi was chatting with his friends on the bridge. The Destruction Eagle Master Chief, who had not seen him for two months, was now sharper. It was the orcs, the whetstones, that were clashing with him. It was just this beautiful one. The Baptismal Fire battleship is also now suffering from many scars, which is sad.
"Thank you for sticking here for so long for the Emperor." Alan Bair couldn't help but praise him, but the Master Chief just replied.
"I want to break through the enemy's low-Earth orbit defense. This time I should thank you. Now we can land on the enemy's base and wipe out all the enemies of the empire."
"The spear of light tore open a gap big enough for the transport ship to enter, and we can successfully log in. However, the orcs' artificial gravity equipment formed a weak atmosphere to bind the oxygen, otherwise we can suffocate them to death now!"
Alan Bair nodded. "Yes, those damn things are still entrenched. We must log in to avoid future troubles. And then we will have endless wars."
"Log in, for the emperor."
One sentence sent hundreds of thousands of people to hell, and the people who did it were the Chief and Ensign of the Eagle of Destruction. When the sweltering transport ship was filled with dying men, they needed to be built on the asteroid. A command system and position unique to them.
Hundreds of transport ships began to sprinkle on the cold star like black pepper. After a period of disgusting friction, the scenery outside the transport ship window kept changing. The ensign was glad that there was no real atmosphere here. and weight, because the gravitational pull of each landing would be as painful as a tug on his soul.
But when time passed, the first automatic cannon spit out flames and made a small hole in the side of the ship. The oxygen was exposed, causing the flames to burn in the vacuum and turned into a ball of flames. The second lieutenant immediately shouted. "Close all windows and don't let soldiers see their comrades die!"
But even this could not hinder the orcs' bombardment. Those Guards cannons fired continuously, and the soldiers just changed from knowing clearly about death to ignorance. Some people clasped their palms together and prayed to the emperor, and some people slumped in their seats bored. Bordeleau and The Baptismal Fire fires continuously to cover, but in comparison, the Space Marines can fall like thunder, with no possibility of defense at all.
In the end, the anti-aircraft guns turned into strafing, drawing beautiful death barrages in the sky and void. When the first batch of soldiers landed, the scenery they saw was even more hellish, with endless oppressive gray-red colors, and there was no soil here. There is no battle line, only an endless racing track, like a mountain, made of scrap metal.
The Skadi people have seen hell and are not afraid of it, but the soldiers of Karazhar are not. In this terrible place far away from the emperor's light, their bodies and beliefs are being attacked. Those aliens have tainted their will and are ironic to all The only ethics that humans agree with are this city like metal ruins and the hell full of tire scratches.
But the officers calmly asked the soldiers to set up camps and form defenses. In the distance, the Space Marines who had fallen early were patrolling. Their eyes were bright and they became the biggest support for the mortals.
They landed on the side of the huge orcs' numerous tracks extending in all directions, and landed in a relatively stable place. The officers commented that this place is a paradise for vehicles. Those huge roads can bear a large amount of luggage, and the Imperial Guard can also transport supplies on them. Those orcs probably never thought that anyone would log in here, and they were complacent.
But only the Skadi veterans were not overly optimistic, and the Space Marines were arrogant and only cooperated with them. The expressions of those soldiers made the officers dissatisfied, but they had to because of their relationship with the Space Marines or the relationship with the Lords. And regress.
When the ensign's transport ship slowly descended as the most important last ship, there were also Skadi officers, such as the Lytlin boy or the Catachan sergeant, and the ensign jumped from the height in advance. , land three or four meters across, and observe the situation here.
The officers looked at him timidly, but he immediately found the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction and spoke. "The Imperial Guard lost one-third, and about 50,000 people died. Fortunately, the transport team's ships are unimpeded. Those Lemanus and Salamander tanks can help you capture the city, but the defense here is very strange. Those are …road?”
The Chief of the Destruction Eagle took off his helmet and gently touched the ground with his armored fingers. His metal arm seemed to be used to it. He gently picked up the dust and picked up the traces left by the tire friction. , he stuck out his tongue and tasted.
That's right, taste, the tongue of a Space Marine is more sensitive than a normal person's. With his rich experience, he can completely distinguish a lot of information that normal people cannot touch, ranging from the genetic problems of living things to many other things.
"It's very close. They just drove past here half a day ago. This is a place they come to frequently, so..." The Master Chief looked at the mountains in the distance, looking a little anxious.
the ensign asked. "What's wrong, what did you find?"
"They just passed by a recent trace of vicious dogs, or they knew we would land, and they needed to attack from a position that was difficult for the Imperial Guard to deal with, so it was probably a high ground, that is..." Sergeant Wherever he looked, the second lieutenant immediately realized this and he immediately shouted.
"Be wary of those mountains. Those damn aliens will come down from the mountain peaks. Everyone, prepare to defend!" The second lieutenant's words came powerfully, and the soldiers followed them very quickly. However, the orcs had already prepared for a mobile attack. How could the Imperial Guard have time to react when the situation was imminent?
This time it turned into a cavalry charge from the future era. Those dirty cars didn't even have tanks, but they were equipped with weapons whose firepower far exceeded their carrying capacity. It's hard to imagine why the cars didn't disintegrate after the orcs opened fire, or they just wanted to come there. once.
The leader named Umurui chuckled as those dirty cars descended from an extreme slope and pushed their speed to the limit in the suffocating smoke.
The Imperial Guard seemed concentrated, but now it became a shortcoming. Fortunately, the second lieutenant inherited Alan Bair's craziest personality, which was a quite radical strategy.
he shouted. "All the crew members get on board, use tanks, armored vehicles, and highly maneuverable vehicles to play a death race with them, and stop those orcs on the road!" (End of Chapter)