Chapter 197 The Butcher’s Enemy
“This is the difference between you and me.”
Gusa said suddenly.
The war general glared at the extremely sharp-tongued beast in front of him, but he was still patient enough to listen to Gusa's continued words.
In any case, this warrior is very interested in Gusa's story, but he only disagrees with Gusa's statement that brains are more important than muscles.
If Gusa hadn't grown as strong as it does now, it would have been happy to take Gusa with it and become a brat boy who could tell interesting stories.
"There are many beasts that can survive the butcher's hands." Gusa looked at the greenskins present and raised his voice, "But they are stupid and will not be as eloquent as me."< br>
“Those beasts often can’t even speak.”
“This is the difference between them and me as beasts who can also survive the butcher.”
Gusa Knocked on his head.
"My brain was licked by Brother Gomao, so I am smarter than you, and I am more eloquent than you."
At this point, Gusa suddenly became silent again.
Be eloquent.
The word that came out of Gusa's own throat seemed to wrap around the fangs in his mouth several times - the lingering sound lingered around his teeth.
Even Gusa himself felt that it was not easy for him to say this word, and it was amazing.
Eloquent...what a clever summary.
Living until now, Gusa has realized a law of survival, a way to become stronger, and a way to achieve a class jump from a green boy.
That is to be eloquent.
To other beasts, Gusa would say how brave, powerful, and smart he was, so much so that he was able to fight the green-skinned butcher several times and survive to this day, and even gained the favor and admiration of the green-skinned butcher.
However, Gusa is much more honest about himself.
[I have never fought with the green-skinned butcher. I am a coward, but my tongue is sharper than all your beasts, so I can become more and more awesome. 】
This is what Gusa has said to himself the most.
In meditation, Gusa fell into silence.
It wanted to say something more, but felt that it would be useless.
【There is already a gap between me and you beasts. 】
Gusa thought.
“Keep talking!” The general urged dissatisfiedly, “Tell me your wonderful stories and don’t talk about your stupid arguments. I only like to hear your arguments... No, I like to hear them. Your story."
Gu Sa sneered in his heart and said slowly: "I..."
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" A fart crawled down the stage. .
This fart's mouth has been transformed into a trumpet, and its body is painted with white and red paint.
Such a unique image revealed to all the beasts present the identity of this little grunt - the war general's jester.
The Fool knelt down in front of the stage and reported the situation out of breath: "Butcher... the butcher is here! The butcher is here! Your Majesty! The butcher is here... The butcher is here! Your Majesty! …”
Glut’s repeated words were interrupted when the war general tore off the head of Fool the Fool.
“Why are all these farts...so stupid?!” The war general clenched his fists and crushed the heads of the farts, and roared at the beasts, “They…they…well…I What do you want to say?”
Gusa looked at the general’s behavior. Although he didn’t say anything, his eyes showed dissatisfaction.
Farts are stupid.
This is a consensus. An ordinary fart often cannot even speak well.
But Gusa knew two farts, and the farts were twins - two farts that emerged from the underground cavity together.
The twin farts are very smart and even know how to establish friendships with other higher and more powerful beasts.
Gusa still misses the fart. After all, when it was a kid, it always felt that the only people in the tribe who really understood it were the two smart farts who could make weapons.
When Gusa was missing his friend Fart, the general raised the power claw that had replaced his entire left arm and roared to the sky: "The Butcher is here! Let's challenge him now. After all, that's what we came for!" Wow! Wow! Wow! ”
“Wow! ”
Of all the beasts present, Gusa was the only one who was expressionless, even contemptuous.
It doesn’t know why the beasts of this tribe are stupid enough to imitate the cry of a local beast in the desert, instead of using the condensed essence of the ancient history of the green-skinned race, and the call of Brother Mao Two supreme gods and supreme wisdom - WAAAGH.
"Gusa, the enemy of the Butcher!" The war general raised his power claw and pointed at the silent Gusa, "It is in our tribe! Our next battle will be smoother! But before going to fight, we must first Arrange a set of super awesome equipment for Gu Sa!”
“I think it’s okay.” Gu Sa doesn’t object.
It also feels that it lacks a set of awesome equipment.
Of course, this awesome equipment should not be described as OOW, but as WAAAGH.
……
Some greenskins in the tribe have begun to deal with the greenskin butcher.
Gusa, led by the war general, went to the tribe's crypt and met the beast responsible for manufacturing and maintaining weapons and equipment in the tribe.
That beast is a beast that uses a large number of machines to replace its body structure parts, with many appendages like spider legs connected to its back.
“This is my technical boss!” the general introduced to Gusa.
"I wonder if your naming custom is really unique." Gusa almost didn't understand what a technical boss is. Normally, there is no such title.
"Our tribe is different from other tribes." The general said, "We are not a tribe. Our tribe is different from other tribes. Our tribe belongs to other tribes. Even I am so cunning and cruel. All the beasts work for other cruel and cunning beasts, our tribe..."
Gusa ignored the general's nonsense and silently walked to the technical boss.
The technical boss took off his sunglasses of unknown value in the dark environment of the cave, walked to an iron box with a grin, and then unscrewed the screws on the iron box.
After the screws fell, a set of armor in the iron box was teleported out. It was a suit of armor even more armored than the one worn by the Greenskin Butcher. Gusa thought so.
The armor worn by the green-skinned butcher did not come from a super technical genius like a big tech master, but from a technician.
However, Gusa will not tell this secret, because it will make the green-skinned butcher less scary in the eyes of other beasts, and if the green-skinned butcher becomes not WAAAGH enough, he, the green-skinned butcher, will Even having the bestiality in your hand that has survived many times will not look WAAAGH enough.
Although Gusa has not yet realized that strict class names have emerged in this tribe, it can at least realize that its fate is bound to the green-skinned butcher.
"Enemy of the Butcher! Please let me help you put on the masterpiece I made specially for you!" The technical boss took apart the parts of the armor one by one.
Gusa can put on this armor by himself without the help of the boss.
After putting on the armor, this orc, who was extremely brave and tenacious in the eyes of his kind, immediately began to search for suitable weapons in the crypt.
Fighting against the green-skinned butcher using hand-to-hand combat is simply seeking death. It is better to use long-range weapons.
With this idea in mind, Gusa rummaged through the crypt.
While rummaging around, a device suddenly attracted Gusa's attention.
In the corner of the crypt, two large jars filled with skulls stood out among the low equipment.
A chair was placed in front of the big jar, and sitting on the chair was a fart used by the technical boss for experiments.
It is very common for glutts to be used as experimental materials, and sometimes they are even used as spare rations.
But the fart sitting on the chair caught Gusa's attention because the fart was unique.
"What is this?" Gusa asked.
The technical boss stepped forward and explained: "This is the brain-eating machine I built. Just put the head in, and then the device will process the brain and transfer the brain to a beast."
When talking about this creation, the technical boss was full of confidence and pride.
It just wants to use this device to gain unparalleled intelligence and become the most powerful super tech in the world!
Kegusa didn't care about the ambition of the technical boss and corrected his question: "I'm asking about the fart."
"The fart I picked up." The technical boss replied. , "A smart fart."
The word smart fart seemed to activate a certain function. After hearing this word, the fart sitting in the chair immediately opened his eyes.
"I am a smart fart...hiss...I am a successful experimental subject...hiss...don't destroy me...hiss..."
hiss.
Hearing this habit, Gusa raised his right eyebrow and stared at the smart fart: "Are you hissing fart?"
The nickname hissing fart also seemed to be activated. A certain function switch was activated, but what was activated by the self-proclaimed smart fart was not the pleading words repeated countless times, but a memory forgotten in a corner of the brain.
“Gusa?” the fart named Hissing Fart asked tentatively.
"It's me!" Gusa patted his chest, and his powered armor buzzed.
"Hiss... I remember you should be only two meters tall..." Hiss Fart raised his eyes and looked at the majestic and tall orc in front of him. The appearance of this orc was completely different from the boy in his memory.
Before the two old friends could reminisce about old times, the general said angrily: "Are you old beasts?"
"More than just familiar beasts." Gusa turned to look. The warrior's gaze under his helmet was particularly penetrating, "It and I are the first beasts to see the Butcher!"
After saying that, Gusa fell into memories.
The first meeting with the green-skinned butcher was not in some desert on this super giant ball.
But on a super big ball filled with steel and concrete everywhere.
That green-skinned butcher doesn’t look WAAAGH at all, he’s just an ordinary, armorless giant shrimp with no characteristics.
But the green-skinned butcher was already very WAAAGH at that time...but he didn't look so WAAAGH. He was able to challenge many beasts alone and rescued a group of big shrimps and a group of small shrimps.
"You... then let me ask you..." The general picked at his scalp, "Didn't you say that you... said that you were born on a ship?"
"When did I say that I was born on a boat?" Gusa said a lie casually.
"Well...then...I..." The general became restless and patted his head, "Then I must have remembered it wrong."
The technical boss looked at Gusa suspiciously , and looked at the general. In its memory, Gusa had accurately said that he was born on the ship.
"Do something serious!" Gusa stepped forward and pulled up Hiss Fart and put it on his shoulder. "There is no time to waste. This time I will brutally kill the butcher!"< br>
“It’s roaring!” The general was very excited and gearing up.
Gusa stepped out of the crypt like a general.
The tribe is filled with smoke and flames are rising into the sky.
Just like every time the butcher suddenly appears from nowhere, and then brings such a doomsday scene to a tribe.
"Butcher!" The general pointed at a figure in the distance who was killing people in the green sea.
Gusa, who had met the green-skinned butcher for the first time, found that the butcher’s condition had changed a lot.
For example, the set of power armor is a bit larger than before.
Gusa feels that he should brag less about how awesome the Butcher's armor is in the future.
But after thinking about it, Gusa felt that this had nothing to do with him. After all, all beasts now know the existence of the butcher. The stories about the butcher told by those with low intelligence are becoming more and more outrageous, just like his own The stories became more and more outrageous.
"As expected of a butcher!" the warrior howled excitedly, "The defense line around the tribe is enough to prevent thousands of shrimps from even getting our hair, but the butcher can kill through our defense line. , It's really worthy of you to directly attack our tribe..."
"The Butcher may have teleported in." Hissing Fart stood on Gusa's shoulder, holding on to the bulge of the armor and looking ahead." He doesn't have to fight your defenses, he just needs to teleport over and face the unsuspecting tribe directly."
The general was stunned for a moment before saying: "No, no, the butcher is stronger than the army of shrimps put together. This is the key to his ability to kill us."
Hiss Fart looked at the general: "No, His abilities are just right for fighting alone and killing us, that's all."
"Fuck you." The general didn't bother to chat with the fart, and walked straight ahead, preparing to complete his journey to the super WAAAGH star. purpose.
The purpose is to challenge the butcher.
(End of this chapter)