Since One-Eye's defeat to the bosses of the shrimp, the gathering power of the entire Greenskin Tribe has decreased a lot, and although Iron Tooth is strong, he is still injured in the face of the group attack of the fourth row of the Astral Army.

In the eyes of the Greenskins, they would not consider that the enemy faced by the two war leaders was the elite army of the human race, they only felt that Iron Tooth and One-Eye were no longer suitable to rule the entire orc tribe, and there were still too many places in the huge Karui City that were not used by the Green Skins, and those iron, food, and human corpses were all rare treasures.

But Ironfang has been asking the Bosses to stay on their toes and prevent humans from attacking One-Eye.

The treasure could not be obtained, and the waaagh could not be revived in a short time, and the dissatisfaction of the orcs gradually accumulated, and eventually, at the suggestion of the individual boss, the orcs gathered together.

They were once the powerful leaders of the orc tribe, but now they are the one-eyed guards or stormtroopers, a position they love, but the orcs who have tasted the taste of power can't let go of the opportunity to enslave such a large tribe.

Restless, restless, in the house of a poor psionic kid, the neurotic who had been knocked unconscious by the bosses and tied aside, the once mighty orcs now huddled around the rough promethium lamps made of orcs, and began their meetings around a table made of mushrooms and a large pile of statues of Brother Mao around them.

I have to say that their aesthetics are similar to those of the upper echelons of the Astral Army... The Astral Army is in the Reliquary, and they're in the Psionic Kid's Faith Storage.

The big clicker shouted in low Gothic. "I don't like one-eyed, he's hiding, he's stupid, and he can't fight."

He's supposed to be the kind of thing called Big Gun Boss or Dirty Gun Boss, of course, the best way to tell if an orc is the boss is to smell it, their smell is fine...

The orc across his table is a special operations boss, if One-Eye is here, he will know him, that is one of the special operations boys who followed him at the beginning, and now he has become the boss, although he is loyal on the surface, but he has already had the idea of replacing One-Eye in his heart.

For orcs, betrayal is a matter of course.

"No, no, although the one-eyed is weak, the iron tooth is still strong, I think, I have a plan."

The Special Operations Boss clapped his hands, and several Special Operations Boys came carrying iron cages, and dozens of humans were trapped in the squeaky damn thing, Katachan humans to be exact.

Instead of leaving the mortal world, the loyal elite of the empire were captured by this group of disgusting orcs, their arms tied, their mouths stuffed with food stuffed with forced enlargement devices, and raised like pigs, what a shame, if the Katachans had the ability to resist the orcs, they would immediately draw their guns and shoot when they saw them, and then slit their own throats with their own blades.

However, a large number of iron chains held them to death, and there was a lot of soft cloth tied to their heads, and it was absolutely impossible to commit suicide.

Even so, the other bosses immediately stood on end when they saw this group of humans, they were all born from the tribe's beastmen, and most of them had been disturbed by the power of Katachan, which was by no means a good thing.

The big gun boss immediately took out his weapon. "What are you doing here with these shrimps?!"

The special operations boss smiled shallowly, the smile was learned from his boss, the one-eyed terrible smile, and then took out dozens of Katachan blades from his tactical backpack.

Of course, there are more knives than the Katakchans, and in fact those Katakans are now extremely envious of their brothers who died in the war, rather than being so ashamed of them.

But even so, when the Katakans saw that the sword they regarded as life was placed on the green-skinned creation, they immediately used all their strength, like the slamming of a wild beast into a cage, even if the bones were dislocated and the skin was festering, they needed to get those things, which were not only a symbol of their own life, but also an honor, and more importantly, the soul of their comrades.

Falling into the hands of the greenskins is like falling into hell, and the Katakans can't accept it, they can't accept it!

The violent impact frightened the bosses, and they felt that the crazy shrimp was about to rush out and kill themselves with all kinds of weapons.

It's not that they're afraid of death, but that they have such a big ideal, so many waaagh, and they haven't finished yet, but they want to die from this group of shrimp who can only sneak around?

The Boss clapped his hands, and the boys pushed the cage down, and then he picked up a beautiful Katachan blade, in fact, his plan had already existed, and he originally planned to spend it on One-Eye.

Borrowing a knife to kill someone, should it be okay to describe it like this?

He thought about it for a moment. "If I release those shrimps, they will definitely kill themselves immediately, but I don't want them to die right away with such good props..."

The other bosses asked in unison. "What are you going to do?!"

The special operations boss stroked the blades. "If the soul of the Katachan shrimp is placed in the one-eyed room, and the process is discovered by those Katachan, and the kid's "accident" gives them a chance to leave, and "accidentally", the weapon is stored next to them..."

The other bosses swallowed, which was equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain, but in the face of the fear of iron teeth, they also had to use intrigues, but there were still a lot of backbone guys, and about one-third of the green-skinned bosses announced their withdrawal immediately after hearing the specifics.

But no sooner had they turned than several silenced green-skinned explosive pistols smashed the back of their defenseless heads.

It was the work of the Special Operations Boys, but the green-skinned bosses still didn't die, they were too strong to die even if they were attacked by a sneak attack without a sound, they shouted right away, but they forgot one thing.

The meeting chose to be here because the psionic boy was excluded by the tribe, it was very remote here, and it was normal for the psionic kid to make any strange noise, and the call of those bosses was naturally ignored, and the boys only felt a little strange, why was the psionic kid so noisy today.

And then I got back to work.

And the special operations boss pulled out his blade, cut open the heads of those orcs one by one, took out the brains inside, and then soaked those things in the fresh-keeping liquid with great interest.

This is his personal little fetish, a large number of brains are stored in his tactical backpack, human, orc, small alien race (titanium), the other bosses see this situation, even the orcs are in a cold sweat.

The special operations boss asked. "Is there anyone else who wants to quit?"

The other orcs immediately shook their heads.

"Very good, I announce, the battle begins, code name, borrow a knife to kill the leader!"

A cold voice came out of his body, and the other bosses saw a faint, illusory, blue feather from behind the special operations kid...

They blinked in disbelief, only to find that the things had suddenly been dissipated by a green light, as if hallucinating, and the voice of the special operations boss had become orc again.

"What are you doing, I say, work!"