Vazak scratched his nostrils in boredom, looking at the shrimp scurrying at his feet, and suddenly felt very bored. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just now, the big techlord has already launched, and a half-dead fart tells Cruz and Wazak that the canned boys have just blown up their nest and then retreated, which means that these abominable little shrimps in front of them are the last enemies.

Cruz was excited, looking over from Vazak, he was excitedly waving his power claws, tearing one small shrimp after another into minced meat, completely ignoring the fact that if Wazak hadn't blocked it, he would have almost strangled his own big skill with that thing.

Vazak couldn't help but think back to the days when he and the Boss of the Bone Crusher and Jimid the Beast were the masters of business. IT WAS INDEED VERY HI WAAAAGH!, AND THEIR TRIBE WAS MUCH STRONGER THAN THE RAG TRIBE IN FRONT OF THEM. The most important thing is that they fought enough enemies at that time, and they were strong enough.

"Beep!" The red button on Vazak's body rang.

Well, at least the special operations boys he kept hadn't let him down, and in fact, Vazak thought it was a good time to take the people away, otherwise he would have to slaughter all the shrimp - it probably wouldn't be long before the cruz stray fish would go crazy.

"All the special operations boys, come here." As soon as Wazak roared, there was a rush behind the herd, and about a hundred orcs with sinister smiles on their faces dressed in colorful camouflage, as shrimp called it, with modified guns, daggers and all sorts of explosives, and other sinister gadgets.

"Now, follow me, let's go slaughter a bunch of little shrimps, steal their supplies, and get out of here."

"Great shaman, is it because of the boss?"

A special operations kid asked.

"You're all smart boys, and I never blow up smart boys. I'm telling you, I'm going to take you to find a ship, and then I'll get out of this hellish place and go to the Boss of the Bone Crusher. ”

"Is the Bone Crusher boss awesome?"

"The Boss of the Bone Crusher is seven meters tall, his fist can tear off the turret of a dirty car tank, and the Boss of the Bone Crusher has hundreds of ancient giant bases, he is the chosen choice of hair, the strongest WAAAGH! , moreover, the Bone Crusher Boss likes the Special Warfare Kid, he is tough and cunning. ”

"Listen to you, Great Shaman." It is clear that they were all convinced by this last point.

"Okay, now stand here." Vazak said, and then waved the staff of Brother Mao in his hand, "Now let's go!" ”

With a violent electric light, the boys and Vazak both disappeared in place, and in an instant, the orcs appeared in front of a tattered gate, and two-looking special operations boys looked at us.

"This is it?" Vazak asked, muttering to himself that these two guys should be promoted to special operations bosses.

"Ah, yes." The kid with a rotten tooth on the left said.

"Ah, okay, well done. Now, stand still. "So, all the special warfare boys immediately got out of the way of me.

VAZAK TOOK A BREATH AND FELT THE POWER OF WAAAGH! FLOW THROUGH HIS MIND, THE FURY OF COUNTLESS ORCS CONVERGING IN HIM.

So he raised the soles of his big feet, which had become especially huge because of the countless landings, and let out a terrifying shout, "my brother's big feet!" ”

The violent shock wave accompanied by Vaszak's violent kicking this time, fiercely tore open the broken gate, and the huge impact kicked the gate away, and the short shrimp behind the door looked at Wazak and his party with a shocked expression, and there were wine jugs beside them.

Vazak smiled cruelly: "Kill them all!" ”

“WAAAAGH！”

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Rolf turned around with difficulty, looked at the orc who had pounced, pulled the trigger in his hand, and the laser beam passed through the orc's eye socket with precision, exploding a cloud of blood behind the orc's head.

The orc stopped suddenly, as if he hadn't realized he was dead, before slowly falling to the ground.

"Phew" Lorf spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, looked at the old man who had been chopped to pieces by the orcs not far away, and in the end, he not only watched the old man's grandson being taken away by heresy, but also had no way to save the life of the old man whose name he didn't even know until now.

Of course, Lorf thought sadly that he could not save himself.

Sooner or later, the orcs would kill him, not to mention that now he was missing an arm.

Lorf glanced bitterly at his severed arm, and a jump—as the orcs call the dangerous creatures—had just swallowed his left hand.

“WAAAAGH!” With a burst of shouting, a group of orcs wielding axes bigger than Lorf's head knocked over an already crumbling wall and rushed out howling, but they couldn't react to the situation at first, except for Lorf, who was lying dying not far away.

The largest orc at the head snorted twice in dissatisfaction, and casually gestured to Lorf twice, and an orc walked towards Lorf with an axe on his face impatiently, as if he was quite dissatisfied with slaughtering such a badly injured opponent.

Lorf watched the orc walk up to him, knowing he could clearly see the yellow stains on the orc's teeth.

Lorph smiled at the orc and pressed the explosives strapped to himself.

Faintly, he seemed to see a black figure flash before his eyes, but it didn't matter, Lorf thought.

"For the Emperor!" Lorf exclaimed, no matter what, he had done what he could.

Emperor, I have done my duty.