The once invincible Blood Axes in the Void have been slightly hesitant when they see the human ship, for the simple reason that when the bosses see the ship and waaaagh go up, they will find that the ship is full of bombs, but if they send the unlucky boy to probe, they can't defeat the defenders on the ship.

Shrimp is very cunning, and the minimum personnel of the anti-jump gang on their ship are also hundreds, which is obviously too high for the blood axe orcs who are already overstretched because of this.

During this time, almost all real merchant ships also carried bombs, and such modifications became commonplace in the area, and now it is no longer possible to rely on appearances to distinguish what is a safe target, and in the end, orc attacks often result in both men and money.

Now, if the kid can't eat, the kid can't eat enough means that the kid won't get more, and the kid won't change much, which means that he can't fight, and now in the command room of the asteroid stronghold, ten school-level orc leaders are gathered here, and there are ten orc groups, each of which is a large army of about thousands of people, and it can be popular anywhere in this void, but even if the army of tens of thousands of orcs is pressed, I am afraid that Karui City will not be able to be controlled.

They were dressed in military uniforms, drinking coffee, looking at battle reports, star charts, communicators, and tattered cables and wires, and even the Empire's large table that could be holographically projected.

And this huge and bloody group of cunning orcs awaited someone, an orc who had changed their predicament, the one-eyed of the second generation.

The clatter of military shoes, the ornate general's uniform, countless tattered insignia hung from his chest, the orc's eye was gouged out and replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye, the cape on the uniform, lace, Gao Song's collar (Imperial style) and the Imperial commander's favorite individual power sword hung from his waist.

He was surrounded by orcs dressed in full armor, the kind that wasn't the kind of full-body armor that the Imperial Stormtroopers, or even a bit like exoskeleton power suits, and not the thickened sealing armor used by the Imperial Guard non-commissioned officers, and the orcs were more reliant on embedding the pottery steel directly into their flesh and blood because of their strong ability to endure pain.

Unlike the ordinary green-skinned macho who likes red and yellow to show his NB, the armor boy of the blood axe, or the armor boy who prefers pitch black, or green and other colors suitable for hiding in the void and forest, because of this character, their armor is not only free of spikes, but also smooth, and there are many soft cushions to reduce the sound of movement.

They are armed with blasters, and heavy weapons that are difficult for humans to shoot can still be used by elite orcs because they are big, fierce, and terrifying.

But compared to those things, their master seems unremarkable, even among the orcs he is not the biggest, he does not seem to be the most ferocious, but he should be the most cunning, the orcs have the same level of status as the power, but the second generation of one-eyed does not have the strength of a generation, but has the cunning beyond him.

He has mastered the things to control the orcs, the order, and when all the orcs at the school level approve of his command, he is equal to ten war leaders in one, and the other orcs also need a commander-in-chief in order to survive, and the one-eyed general is also the only orc with one-eyed handwriting.

Ironically, in their eyes, they unconsciously began to recognize that knowledge is strength, unity is the criterion of victory, and used it as a treasure, and at this moment One-Eye slowly sat down, and the orc leaders also stopped their laziness.

The huge boss who sat on the right side of the main seat reported. "Shrimp's plan is very cunning, I have counted most of the explosion ships, they have nothing in common except that they are shrimp ships, I speculate that Shrimp has brought 40% of the merchant ships to bombs, and they want to play with us to run out of food."

The second generation of one-eyed waved his hand. "It's nothing, bear with, the human fleet can't be endless, they cut off their own commercial routes to engage in a war of attrition and delay us."

"It's not good for us to go on, but that's what war is, it's not a commercial partnership." It is a rare quality among orcs to be able to sort things out, and teleported in the ancient War of Heaven period, the ancestors of orcs were all excellent bosses, smart and big, capable of fighting and cunning, and the second generation of one-eyed is more akin to atavism than the upward method of the first generation with strong luck and ability.

But the place where he returned to his ancestors was probably the brain, but such xenos generally don't get too much attention, because they can't survive among the orcs just because they're smart, but he's lucky enough to encounter the resource shortage crisis of the fall of One-Eyed and the imminent death of the orcs, and it's only natural that he's come to this point.

Luck has always been indispensable and something that cannot be ignored, but the wisdom and means of the second generation will not be merciful and cowardly, those school-level orcs are all elite bosses, but they still dare not despise this leader who is only the size of ordinary orcs.

The military doctor in the orcs has examined him countless times, theoretically it is impossible for an orc to remain short after being worshiped so much, and the final result is that one-eyed almost collapsed, congenital hormone secretion disorder, as the biggest contributor to the growth of orcs, the unique hormones of orcs will be secreted when they feel the worship of their peers, driving the body to become larger.

But if One-Eye doesn't have this ability, he will never be the huge boss of his dreams, and this secret can only be known to orc staff officers at the school or regimental level.

Those big guys are all three or four meters in size, their muscles are swollen enough to be comparable to armor, and their bodies can't die if they can't die if they eat plasma burning, but they have to obey this little guy, which shows that the new generation of one-eyed monsters is terrible.

After a long silence with a hint of fear after the one-eyed speech, the boss on the left side of the one-eyed said. "Huron's fleet is approaching, and the Spiked Boys are coming."

Spike Kid is the orc's "nickname" for Chaos, just like Spirit Bean Sprouts, Human Shrimp, Titanium is Noseless, Space Necrons are Ribs, and Oil Guy is Gear Kid.

Although there may be differences according to the different styles and customs of the orcs in different places, the principle is the same, contempt for any creature except their own accident, and kill all life except for their own race, this is the way to survive in this dark universe, and the orcs are obviously proficient in this way.

One-eyed listened to the news, and his expression changed. "How much?"

The orc boss on the left glanced at the one on the right, the two colonels are almost the pinnacle of the power of the orc troops here, they have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time, although the left and right are equally important, but the right side is obviously often more loved, and the left side seems to be said again at this moment.

[Look, how powerful I am.] 】

And then answer right away. "The number is about 30 warships, and according to the current power of the shrimp in this galaxy, it should be able to eat, and I think we should attack now and take down the world when the shrimp attack those spiky boys."

One-Eye didn't think about it, and immediately replied. "No, you stupid thing, the King of Blackhearts is here, none of us can run away, what is Karui City, the failure of the first one-eyed is because the pattern is too small, the enemy is too light, if we can attack, the bad end is to die in the shrimp attack, the better thing is to take down that world, and then Huron arrives, and it will be finished together."

This is not alarmist, as orcs, they are even more resistant to subspace, even when the storm is fierce, they can leave slightly and come to the nearby sector, so One-Eye knows very well, even better than the Imperial Guard, that this sector has now been almost completely eaten by Huron.

30 warships are at most an advance force, and their current military strength is not enough, the number of orcs is stretched, tens of thousands of orcs and tens of thousands of fart spirits, the big technosaurus is exhausted just by building infantry machines, not to mention the warships, most of their current warships are still left over from the one-eyed era, looted from humans.

If One-Eye is still afraid of anything, the first is to defeat the original Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment, and the second is the power of the Blackheart King, these two are absolutely terrifying things when he is still in his fledgling.

However, the whereabouts of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi are now unknown, and the Blackheart King is the real pressure.

"Put things down, and then, send the news of what we detected to the humans, the number is exaggerated tenfold, and 300 warships are approaching."

One-eyed's words made the two orc bosses present a little surprised, and the human alliance, they didn't think about it, but the blood feud and race are different, and the different beliefs make them have to fight, and the orc officers have also experienced the departure of their comrades again and again because of humans.

Orcs are not without feelings, they just love to fight, they are very indifferent to most things, but after three years of hatred, the humans and greenskins of this star system have long wanted the souls on the other side to be wiped out.

"Boss..."The orc boss on the left hesitated a little, and as soon as he spoke, the one on the right immediately stood up and shouted. Telecom soldiers, work! ”

Sometimes, the difference between left and right may not be ability, but comfort, the left hand can help you with many things, but the right hand will always be a habit many times, it is not better, but you don't need to think to act...

Orc radios have a hard time traversing a huge range of tens of thousands of kilometers, and they usually use small spaceships with recording equipment and drop them over the planet.

In order not to tell the distance between the opposing side based on the ship's fuel storage, they will not only use a large fuel tank that is much larger than the ship itself needs.

At the same time, the orcs' communication ships even use their best coatings for this purpose, which is applied to the inside of the fuel tank to ensure that the enemy does not rely on the traces of fuel to determine the amount of fuel.

This rigor is even stronger than that of many Astral Forces, and when the spacecraft with little to no trace lands in orbit on Gondelva VI and broadcasts those heretical statements, most of the civilian equipment is strictly monitored by the state religion so that those words do not affect ordinary people.

But this movement has clearly attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the Astral Army and the nobles of Karui City, and they have gathered together to listen to the clearest words in the heights of Starport, the closest place to the void, because all the information about the orcs must come clearly.

As the second largest military group now entrenched in Gondeva VI (the first is the troops of Lieutenant General Makato. Alan Baier was almost the first few people to come, and he naturally had only the anger of wanting to eat those things alive for his old nemesis.

Then there were the staff officers, Vice Admiral Macato, the captain, Governor John Deern, the girl who was a female diplomat and former non-commissioned officer, and many Astral Academy-level officers.

It can be said that this is the epitome of imperial officialdom, there is no school level and no right to speak, you can only honestly make a background board, and you may even be executed because of the news you heard here, a place that must not stay for a long time for the big head soldiers.

The communicator made a sizzling jumbled sound, and then the orc's voice appeared, a rough and ridiculous voice that today did not rush into the trash of low Gothic as usual, but instead used the normal high Gothic word order in the written style of the Empire, a complex language that was difficult for the nobles of the Empire to learn on a large scale.

It's hard to understand just the written word, and it's even more strange and rare to say it verbally, let alone an orc on the other side?

And this is too clever for the first one-eyed, who studied human culture and wrote a Gothic dictionary in orc language to aid his reading and comprehension, and in this respect, he was simply an imperial scholar.

And the orc race is actually very gifted in language, you know, the orcs can learn the advantages of other races in the war and copy, although most orcs will not use such an ability, but for the needs of war, they can pick it up and play anytime and anywhere.

And that complex and noble language came out of the alien mouth, which made the faces of the high-ranking members of the empire here darken.

"Since then, there have been constant disputes, orcs and humans, good people and bad people, fighting for war, I have no regrets, but the black heart has arrived, the king will come, the army of a thousand ships, sweeping here, three hundred warships, fallen demigods, it is no longer up to you, the one-eyed general is ordered to entrust the human empire with his own fate, form an alliance, and defeat the enemy in unity."

Alan Baier opened his mouth to come. "What kind of fart is he farting?"

John replied. "He said that a fleet of three hundred was coming, with Space Marines and cultists, and that we had to form an alliance."

Alan Baier grabbed the communicator, opened the conversation, and yelled. "Thank you for your kindness, great good people, thank you for your generosity, great good people, thank you for your mother, great good people, oh sorry, I am potatoes (born in the ground) for you."

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter, whether it was an ordinary soldier or a high-ranking person, they couldn't help but cover their mouths, and some laughed directly.

Mr. John coughed and cleared his smile. "They can't hear it, this should be a small spaceship, set the direction from the void."

Alan Baier was relieved after scolding and sighed. "I understand, answer them to form an alliance and hang a banner in orc language on the nearest merchant ship."

John Deen asked. "But we don't know orc?"

Alan Baier rolled up his sleeves. "I will."

(End of chapter)