Meng Nan had a strange dream.

The world in the dream was dim and hot, and two huge figures stepped through the void, and the shadows fell and lost their light, and then the earth cracked with a bang, and the mountains cracked.

A voice came from the sky: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'll finish eating and waaagh (wow)!"

The other said, "I'm not hungry, I'm going to pull out the mountain and cut a stick." ”

"Knock me on the back of the head while I'm eating?"

"Yes, because I'm Brother Mao, a fool!"

“Waaagh！”

“Waaagh！”

Lightning and thunder roared, and a huge foot suddenly fell on the top of his head, and Meng Nan woke up from his dream in an instant.

The smoke of gunpowder was thick and the smell was smoky, the stumps and severed arms were dripping with blood, the blasted steel beasts were emitting black smoke, the ammunition was still exploding, and the devastated land was still burning.

Meng Nan sat on the ground and stared: "Where is this?"

The situation in front of him is obviously more like a battlefield than his own bedroom, no, this is hell at all! Meng Nan came to his senses, covered in a cold sweat.

Trying to stand up, but his hand slipped and fell to the ground, Meng Nan looked down and found that he was holding a thick red and green arm in his hand, but what made him even more panicked was that he saw his hand.

Each finger is thick and strong, the nails are full of dirt, and the most important thing is the green skin that is difficult to hide under the blood!

Wiped it vigorously but found that it was not paint at all, the skin was originally this color, staring at the trembling hands, Meng Nan suddenly shouted: "Ah!"

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Meng Nan is just an ordinary office worker, who likes to play games, read novels, and occasionally play board games and paint chess pieces in his spare time. But when I woke up, I was in a different place, and it seemed that even the race had changed, and I was afraid that a normal person would do all kinds of grotesque actions, such as screaming in panic and slapping himself like Meng Nan.

Of course, he paid the price for his impulsive behavior, and at the moment seven or eight long guns and short cannons were pressed against his head, and the longest barrel almost poked into his nostrils. He was surrounded......

The few people in front of them were wearing brown combat uniforms, and their limbs, chests and backs were wearing simple armor, and naturally there was a steel helmet on their heads. These people all looked at Zhao Nan with hateful expressions, and only one recruit had a little surprise and contempt in his eyes.

There was no other reason, because when they saw Zhao Nan, they found that this green-skinned beast let out a wail of "ahhhh

Even if he put a gun against the green-skinned head now, the other party did not look angry at all, but squatted on the ground in horror and trembled.

"The Emperor is above, is this really a green-skinned orc?"

Carlos, the captain of the 673rd Regiment Mechanized Infantry Company of the Human Imperial Defense Force, thought so, but his fingers were still on the trigger, and as long as the other party's eyes changed in the slightest, he would not hesitate to shoot the green head out of the.

After all, he resisted the urge to shoot, he just spat viciously at Meng Nan: "Phew, damn green-skinned bastard!"

In the old days, Carlos would have burned the green skin in front of him to ashes. The humans who now control large swaths of the Galactic Star Domain are hostile to all non-human races, calling these non-human races collectively Xenomorphs, and have also set up Xenomorph Inquisitors that specialize in hunting Xenomorphs. For human beings, a dead alien is a good alien, and if Meng Nan does not admit to pretending to be a grandson, he will definitely not be able to avoid the end of the flowering of his head.

But not today, because the superiors asked these soldiers to come to the battlefield after the battle to collect samples of green-skinned stumps, and it is best to catch them alive.

Meng Nan squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, surrounded by a circle of soldiers, and the situation was like a bandit disarming and surrendering.

This green skin really seems to be a little different. Carlos thought again.

A huge explosion followed, knocking the Standing Imperial Defense soldiers to the ground, and a few unlucky ones were scarred by shrapnel in the air, and when they landed, they were dead and could no longer die.

Carlos was a little luckier, and the shrapnel did not cut through the bulletproof armor on his back, but it did cut the tendon of his right arm.

This is definitely a bad thing for right-handers, especially on the battlefield, but even worse happened, the green skin that was still hugging up a moment suddenly jumped up, Carlos looked at the mouth full of sharp teeth, and closed his eyes in despair......

Meng Nan was lucky not to suffer much damage in such a violent explosion, and a stray bullet that bounced up cut a little skin on his arm. In fact, when he was squatting, he was guessing where he had crossed over, and he had already guessed the information he had obtained, so he would behave completely non-orcs when facing these human soldiers.

"They're the Astral Army?" looked at his thick arms and legs, licking the fangs that grew from his jaw to the outside of his mouth. "Am I an orc?!"

The Astral Army is an army formed and commanded by the Empire, and its members are strictly selected human elites, usually carrying out tasks such as defending the Empire's star field or invading the alien star field. They are not the strongest in the Human Empire, and certainly not the weakest. The strongest combat force among humans is the demigod-like space marines, and the weakest is generally the planetary defense force formed by each planet's government......

Meng Nan has thought of a far away, if this is a board game or a game, playing an orc is insignificant, but the current situation is obviously ten thousand times worse, how can he actually wear it to the Warhammer world and become a green-skinned orc full of Waaagh?!

Obviously, if you want to survive in this world, you must not go to the territory of humans, otherwise what awaits you is definitely the flames of the Alien Inquisition, and there is no second possibility.

As soon as Meng Nan sorted out his thoughts, there was an explosion, and then he saw a small green head coming out of the pile of corpses not far away, that guy was short and thin, with pointed ears and long nose full of fangs, shaped like a goblin, but in this world, it is called a fart spirit, which is a subspecies of orcs, and belongs to the slave class who do dirty work in orc society.

The butt was small, but he held a strangely shaped broken gun with a barrel as thick as his legs.

It WaaaghWaaagh screamed and rushed over, and the head of the Imperial Defense Army soldier lying on the ground was DuangDuang A few shots, and for a moment the red and white exploded to the ground, adding a few insignificant strokes of color to this hellish world of Shura.

When it was about to explode Carlos's head, Meng Nan stopped it, and the fart spirit had a clear understanding of his identity, so he immediately coaxed.

"You're the Astral Army?"

Meng Nan kicked away everything that was within reach of Carlos, and then tentatively asked the other party in English, but he didn't expect that the other party really understood.

Carlos's pale face showed a look of surprise: "You damn green-skinned beast can actually speak Gothic?"

In fact, to be precise, it should be a low-level Gothic, which belongs to the common language of the ordinary human world. Meng Nan has only seen the relevant introduction in the background book of the game rules, this language has many similarities with Earth English, I think he gnawed English for a long time in order to read Warhammer novels, and even knew a little about Latin occasionally mentioned in the novels.

He thought about asking in the English he had learned before, in case the other party understood.

Brother Mao is on top, Ya really understands the slurred English that comes out of her mouth, and she really understands the language spoken by the other party......

"How can you understand it?Is it because you can understand it by thinking about it just now?" Meng Nan suddenly felt that the power of the orc's "I think" was too invincible, and it was simply unscientific!

Well, here we have to briefly explain the so-called "I think" power, because this thing is so important. To put it simply, it is an idealist setting that has no reason to speak of, relying on a strange energy that exists in this world, psionic energy, which exists in a chaotic dimension called subspace, and users can use it to create various supernatural phenomena.

The psionic energy used by other races comes from subspace, but the orcs are an exception, and most of the psionic energy they use comes from the orc group itself, the so-called "I think" power, and the more orcs I try to think about the same thing, the greater the success rate.

For example, if an orc makes a gun with various parts, the size of these parts may not match, but if this orc can "think about it", then there is a great chance that this weapon can be used. If there are millions of orcs who can transform the moon into a spaceship and put it into action, then ...... The moon could be fitted with a massive cannon barrel and propelled by countless huge engines to become a "battle moon".

It's very unscientific, isn't it, yes, the orcs in this world and everything about orcs are not scientific in the first place, and even other races have similar unscientific places! Believe me, you will see more unscientific existence in the future.

Straight to the point.

Meng Nan knew that "I Seek Thought" was a metaphysics, but the success rate of his "My Search" was too high, could it be because he met the two gods of Mao when he came through, so he could not talk about science? Just as Meng Nan was thinking, the fart spirit jumped next to him and shouted: "Big boss, please allow me to explode this shrimp's head!"

Sure enough, I can now stop talking about science, and I can even fully understand orc language.

"Shut up!" Violence in the orc world is language, and Meng Nan knocked on the head of the savior to show his authority, and asked the human again. "Are you an astral army? are there space marines here?"

Carlos looked at death as if he were home: "You cunning and ugly greenskin, don't want to get any information from me!"

The pain and bleeding did not make the other party cowardly, the other party was very resolute, and Meng Nan couldn't guess the slightest useful information in his eyes. However, there are some things that he would rather believe than believe, because he doesn't want to die yet, and the devil knows if he can successfully wear it back now that he is dead, so there is only one way to go now......

Escape!

Escape this hellish place before you get overwhelmed by the Astral Army or even more powerful Space Marines!

Warriors who are afraid of humans, this idea is not Waaagh at all, but Meng Nan does not feel ashamed, because "Lao Tzu is not an orc"!

He turned and fled, without looking back.

Boom......

Meng Nan looked back, the big gun in the fart spirit's hand was smoking, it blew into the muzzle of the gun proudly, and the human lying on the ground had both arms useless, and was lying on the ground wailing in pain.

Seeing Meng Nan turn around, the fart spirit hurriedly ran over with a broken gun, and said flatteringly: "Report to the big boss, according to your order, I didn't blow up the shrimp's little head." ”

The words "fart obsession" began to dance in Meng Nan's mind......