Think about it every day: an open mind is a castle without doors and guards. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dim light tube hung high in the pipe, and in the dim light, a group of Space Marines in scout cloaks were silently moving forward in the scattered formation of the encounter.

Suddenly, one of the Space Marines at the front of the group raised his palm and made a vigilant gesture, and the team immediately stopped, and the Space Marines quickly raised their blasters and looked around vigilantly.

In the quiet and silent atmosphere, the leading Space Marines took off their helmets, revealing snow-white hair and an old face, as well as long wolf teeth sticking out of the upper jaws, and the dim light shone on the gray pattern of the Venus Blue Shield.

The fanged veteran tilted his head sideways, his sensitive ears of Ruth swaying slightly, collecting some unusual slight movements from the oncoming wind.

The sound was small, it had reached a point where it was inaudible, like a few felines slowly walking towards them in front of them, and the fanged veteran sniffed the air again, and now the gray hunter squad was downwind, and the air was blowing from the front to this side, so the fanged veteran could easily find the unusual smell he was looking for in the air full of the fishy smell of the Orks.

It was an indescribable taste, very light, but with a hint of sweetness, which the fanged veteran knew was the taste of blood.

Regardless, it's an indisputable fact that there are unknown sapient beings coming this way, and the fanged veterans don't know what their intentions are, so there's no big mistake to be cautious anyway.

As the thought turned, the fanged veteran made a hidden gesture behind his back, and the gray hunters instantly followed behind their captain and walked briskly towards the complex machine on the right, and the ten space marines disappeared into the dark light and shadow in an instant.

The three servo skulls fell into the pile of bones next to the aisle as they hid, like an ordinary, ubiquitous unlucky human skull.

Only the occasional glimmer of red light in the skull's eye socket could show how different it was from a normal skull.

Just after the Gray Hunter squad disappeared, a moment later, several intelligent races that the Space Marines had not expected appeared in the view of the servo skull.

A standard Scout team of Elda Ranger in matte black livery.

The Space Marines hiding behind the shadowy pipes looked at each other, and they all saw the image conveyed by the servo skull, and it was a surprise that there would be another visitor in the depths of the Ork Fortress besides them.

Elda's wandering path is generally not regarded as an orthodox spirit path in the Spirit Race, and it is a very dangerous Spirit Race path. (Please see the work for details, there is an introduction to the path of the spirit clan above, if it is introduced here, the content is like the water of the Yellow River, gushing endlessly.) ）

And every Eldar Ranger is unusually dangerous, the Eldar Ranger, who specializes in hiding lurks and sniper rifles, often serves as a sniper and scout in the Eldarn army, and although the Eldar Ranger's melee combat is not as good as that of the Screaming Banshee, it is more than enough to solve some Orks who accidentally find their figure with a short sword and dagger.

Therefore, it is not surprising that these Eldar rangers were able to walk the depths of the Orc fortress unharmed, and that the gray hunters who had detailed information and had been taught by Elda's instructors were not surprised by this, but to the surprise of the space marines, why did these Eldarns appear here? What are their intentions and goals?

Behind the shadowy pipes, the Grey Hunters were swift and silent in complex gestures, communicating and asking if they would attack the Elda Rangers.

Every Space Marine is not a fool, these Eldarlings are here to be associated with the Warband of the Warband, and the Grey Hunters' intention is to find the answer to their coming here through the corpses of the Eldarins.

In the event of an attack, the Grey Hunters who attack in melee combat will definitely be reduced to corpses in a few breaths.

Seeing the inquiry sent by the gray hunters, the fanged veteran was a little moved, and he raised his hand just to agree, but suddenly from the scene transmitted back from the servo skull, he found that the Eldar text on the helmet of the Elda Ranger was somewhat familiar.

It was this familiarity that made the fanged veteran pause, and after thinking for a few seconds, he decided to let these rangers go and let them go.

Receiving the captain's order to continue to stay quiet, the gray hunters did not disobey the captain's order and rashly attacked, although they did not understand.

It might only take one gray hunter to wipe out all these sprouts.

The Elda rangers walking in the aisle did not know that their lives had just wandered between the lines.

After the Eldar rangers had passed, the Space Marines walked out of their hideout, and a gray hunter looked in the direction of Elda's departure, puzzled, and asked for the answers that everyone wanted to know.

"Captain, why didn't you attack just now, I believe that with our strength, it will be easy to take out these sprouts in three breaths."

"I know, it's just that I think these Eldar rangers are here, there must be an intent on the Eldars, and killing them will not help the big picture other than exposing the fact that we found them."

"Captain, we can actually take them captive and know what we want to know from their heads."

The other gray hunter couldn't help but ask.

"Look at the decorations and armor on their bodies, they are all scouts who are pathfinders, how many things can be known. Let's go, let's go back and tell the company commander Darius the news, and then inform the regimental commander.

Still, I always felt that the emblems on the heads of those Elda Ranger were familiar, had I ever seen them there? ”

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In the conference room of the Stormwind, the projector projected a video, judging from the content on the video, the person who shot the video was carefully avoiding the patrolling green-skinned orcs and fart spirits wandering around, with the help of the shadows of the grass and large rocks, behind the trees, and arrived at the destination - a sinkhole dug out by hand and tightly guarded by the Orcs.

The sinkhole is surrounded by turrets and fortresses cast by Orcs, with huge barrels pointing to the sky, and Orc planes patrolling back and forth in the sky, blocking all the ways from the sky and the ground to the sinkhole.

Inside the sinkhole, the Orcs were digging through the ground with their butts cocked, and huge machines spewing black smoke were scattered all over it, loosening the ground with huge turning heads and shovels.

Looking at the amplified content of the video, the huge steel ruins that occasionally emerge from the ground and a huge part buried in the mountain peak in the distance, everyone sitting in the conference room is speechless and dumbfounded.

Heimerdinger's face was full of shock, the muscles on his face were trembling, and he used all his strength to say the whole sentence with difficulty.

"Emperor, this is a golden relic, a general-level titan!!"