"You know what, Greenskin, your presence...... It's like throwing a pebble at the surface of the water and changing the direction of the entire future, can you believe it? In fact, the entire flow of fate has gone in a direction that I don't know, and I thought I would have a glimpse of the galaxy's future, but I found that the future could no longer be discovered...... A fog different from the past hangs over everything, and you and this young human are among the shining stars of the future I can see. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info why is this? I'm at a loss, can you tell me? ”

"Bean sprouts, I don't have anything to tell you, put millet on Lao Tzu, otherwise Lao Tzu will crush you to death."

Wazak roared, but he didn't dare to unleash his primordial lethal power, Vaszak's wisdom as an orc had reached the point of almost perverted and told him that this was Xiaomi's spiritual realm, and that man in black standing not far away, that damn bean sprout, he didn't care what would happen here.

So, in the rare event that a far-sighted Eldar prophet was standing in the spiritual realm without fear, while the savage orcs were restrained.

"Why are you so restrained, Greenskin...... No, Oak, that's not your style, is it? Eldradeuslan's tone was tinged with a faint, mocking feeling, but also a sadness.

Eldra Uslan, the greatest prophet of the Eldar Race for 10,000 years, the ancient one who lived through the endless years, his soul projection stared at Vazak on the other side.

"I've worked hard to save my race, Greenskin, but what about you? Have you ever thought about it simply? Simply live, ignore everything, and live for war...... Like, we and you, both creatures of the ancient saints, a pathetic race that bears a sad fate, aren't we? Eldrade said, "I've come here for an answer...... Although I don't expect you to give me any answers, I still have to ask you, what do you think of fate, the great shaman of Oak? ”

"Fate? That's just a ridiculous trick you bastards use to deceive yourself. Vazak scoffed, a cloud of white gas erupting from his nostrils, and although it was not in the realm of reality, Vaszak's illusory body perfectly borrowed all his characteristics from reality.

Without waiting for the sprouts to continue, Vazak raised his hand and waved, and then continued, "Let me just say so, you sprouts, like shrimp, think that something will change when you kneel on the ground and say goodbye, let me tell you, sprouts, we orcs don't care about this kind of thing, we will defeat all enemies, or die on the way to defeat the enemy, it doesn't matter where we die, it doesn't matter when we die, we keep fighting, if you think there is something that can tell you where to go, Or if there is something secretly guiding you to go, then you are a complete big fool, if I want to say, fate is meaningless, not even compared to a plate of juicy pit bottom Scroogo, at least Scrooge tastes bad I can still twist the neck of the cooking fart, and then let the next fart change it for me, but your **** fate will only make you eat a plate of ass in a daze and tell you that you only deserve to eat this thing. So let this garbage go, as long as I know what to do, then I can do it, okay, I don't want to share my thoughts with you anymore, now, are you satisfied? Then get out of Xiaomi's head! ”

There was an awkward silence, and after a while, Eldrade picked up.

"Really...... Interesting answer, Great Shaman of Oak, your name is Wazak Fried Head, right? Eldrade lost his voice, as if he had just learned something interesting, and seemed to have lost something, "I see...... It's been expected for a long time, but you're still an Oak, aren't you? Hopefully we won't see each other again. ”

Then, the Spirit Prophet disappeared from Vaszak's vision, and Waszak twisted his head and slowly disappeared.

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The Boss of Saraka the Bone Crusher, the Chosen Chosen One of the Furious, the Preacher of the Way of the WAAAAGAH, and the fiercest, most powerful, and unstoppable super-powerful warlord of the Gough Clan, have achieved a new victory.

Against the backdrop of a continuous stream of gunfire and flames, laughter from the depths of the throat lingers around the exposed rock walls of the shipping planet. A rickety bug stumbled through the flames, firing at a group of greenskins who were sprinting down the tunnel with their symbiote weapons. A few greenskins fell in the salvo; Others returned fire with their crude weapons, and the tunnels gradually filled with muzzle flames and bullets.

"Make them look good!" The Bonecrusher roared as some orcs ran past him.

A greenskin fills the launcher with an impossibly large rocket and stands on its legs, cutting through a row of shattered crystals to aim at the survivors. The rocket hissed uncontrollably before the fuel erupted into flames, disengaging from the launcher like a deflated balloon, and the recoil tore through the orc's arm. The orc cursed in pain drowned out the bonebreaker's muffled laughter.

"One for the madman." The Warlord of War said, waving his power-clawed hand to signal the roaring warriors forward. The bonebreaker's laughter stopped as the munition organism bounced off the belly of the war warlord protected by heavy steel plate armor. The giant greenskin turned around and glared around the refinery with red eyes. "It's time to finish them off, stick them up, boys!"

Following their war warlords, the orcs rushed into the burning rubble, wielding sledgehammers and machetes accompanied by chainsaw cutters and serrated broadswords.

The Bone Crusher pried up the twisted metal next to him and found the bug hiding behind. The roaring compound multi-tube troll spat out a firelight that tore the bug into a bloody mess.

"Da-da! That's it! ”

The Bonebreaker's attention turned to another samurai worm scurrying into the corridor of the collapsed outer building.

You can see that behind it, the giant bone crusher instantly slammed through the wall with his shoulder, and the added wooden poles and rocks made the scene even more chaotic. The warrior worm swung its claw at the Bone Crusher, aiming it at its chest. Chitinous claws swept over and shrieked off the armor of the war warlord, the force of the reaction nearly knocking him over.

"That's a good move." The Bone Crusher roared, looking at the scars left on his armor. He raised his armor-fortified, energy-entangled fist. "It's my turn, weak chicken!"

The Bone Crusher shattered the warrior bug's face with its massive claws filled with arcs of energy, sending his head flying far away into the wall.

Smoke rose from the exhaust pipes of the Warlord's armor, and the Bone Crusher lifted his armor-wrapped feet, crushing the headless corpse and leaving deep footprints. It's always worth confirming.

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The Bone Crusher stomped on the head of a fallen Tyranid tyrant, the worm still struggling to get to its feet, and the Bone Crusher was not going to give it another chance.

He raised his power claw in the air, and slammed it down, with a crackling sound that blasted the entire head of the tyrant Tyranid, along with the ground beneath it, into powder.

“WAAAAGH！” The Bone Crusher shouted at the boundless army of orcs in front of him.

“WAAAAGH！” A loud tsunami sound followed.

"Bone Crusher, you just slaughtered the last worm, and we don't have any trash fish to kill now."

The war warlord also wears overweight armor painted in an overly ostentatious yellow and decorated with black flames. Compared to the rusty joints of the Bonebreaker's armor and the oil-stained conduits, the other's armor was inlaid with chunks of gold and a dozen orc teeth that the Bonecrusher despised. The arc-shaped moon-faced battle banner behind him shows the identity of the comer, the only boss in the tribe who can be on an equal footing with the Bone Crusher, a powerful ally of the Bone Crusher, and the thief-rich King of the Evil Moon - Nazdreg!

"What's next?"

"Furry has given me a new revelation, we are going to focus on more brat next, there will be more and more bugs and horned cans, I have to face them head-on!" The Bone Crusher's thunderous voice rang out, "More tribes, and lots of bosses and boys are joining us!" We need more tanks, more Ancient Giant Bases and Ancient Giant Trash, more Space Ancient Giant Trash and Battleships, and we need Battle Stars! ”

"What's that?" Boss Nazdreg didn't have a word in his well-developed head.

"That's what this thing told me, our previous boss made this thing, it's several times more exaggerated than the space ancient garbage!"

The Bone Crusher shook a small cube around his neck, then continued, "With these things, our tribe will become extremely awesome, and no one can just beat us!" Then we're going to kick the bugs and horned canned ass, driving from one end of the galaxy to the other and back again. ”

Then, the Bone Crusher paused, his red prosthetic eyes flashing brightly: "But before that, I'm going to go to a place where the shrimp is called Ami, and go and settle accounts with an old shrimp." ”

"Count me in." Boss Nazdreg said, "As long as I'm a rider, I can't be left behind!" ”

"OF COURSE, WAAAAGH!"

“WAAAAGH！”