"A. Throne? Hearing this, Wei Mu suddenly felt a little pain in his head, "What throne?" The Throne of Fungi, the Throne of Emerald? ”

"On the question of the name of the throne, the sages have not yet reached a scholarly unity." Killiman spoke.

Because the situation on the orc's side is so delicate, no matter how the oil guys name it, it seems to be some kind of insinuation.

"I think the Emerald Throne is a good idea." Tarasin suggested from the sidelines.

"You know about this?" Wei Mu glanced at the Endless One, "You tried to steal Ironskin's body?" ”

"What do you mean by stealing? That's called providing technical services. Our technology is significantly better at maintaining that body than the greenskin...... It's just that the bone crusher doesn't appreciate it very much. Tarasin said regretfully.

Look, even the orcs won't believe this kind of nonsense.

The Endless must have been beaten up at the time.

Although there is also an ancient orc in the museum of the Tarasin family, and he is well-equipped, it is just an ordinary ancient orc, and there is still some gap compared to the iron sheet chosen by the Heavenly Mandate God.

"What effect does that Emerald Throne have other than to prevent complete death?" Wei Mu tried to ask.

If you want to pause the time of something, you can do it with a static stance, and the greenskins have gone to great lengths to make a throne, and there should be other intentions.

There were no broken tunnels beneath Armageddon, and they didn't need a torch to sail

Sure enough, when encountering this kind of thing, the mind will involuntarily lean towards the emperor, which is really a great rebellion and detrimental to merit.

"In this regard, the sages found that the throne exuded a unique waaagh! energy that can make the green skin even more. Reason? They don't go crazy attacking the world around them, and they're better at talking than ever. Sicarius tried to say.

"Understand, Iron Sheet's discipline." Wei Mu nodded.

He had noticed the problem before, and now it seemed that the situation was exactly what he had suspected.

The long-term unattended state has caused the orcs to gradually degenerate, but the appearance of the Iron Sheet has led to their re-emergence.

"But then again, didn't the Empire take coercive measures against that Emerald Throne? After Commissar Arik left, the temper of the Armageddon Corps became so good? Wei Mu asked.

"They did act, and the legion sent elite troops to try to destroy the Emerald Throne and the giant orcs on it by decapitation, but according to what they later reported, the group of orcs guarding around the throne was a bit ridiculously strong." Sicarius paused for a moment, then continued, "They heard that special group of orcs call themselves the Centurion. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wei Mu's head hurt again: "What is the origin of those group of thousands?" ”

Sicarius explained, "The most important feature of the Centurion Orcs is that they all have the Gutera script written on them. ”

Gan, it turned out to be those guys.

In order to fight insects, Wei Mu mentioned words to many orcs, more than 100,000 super-heavy bosses, but he didn't expect that only nearly a thousand people have survived now.

"Tell those greenskins that you're okay, now it's okay!" Moore waved his hand.

"Then you can't blame me, how depressed my spirit was when I hit the bugs, it's not that I don't know, there was no entertainment at the time, and it's not just that I have nothing to do with the boys to relax and chat, how do I know that they listened to all the things I blew." Wei Mu scratched his head in embarrassment.

Those greenskins are about to take your word as a holy decree, do you think they dare not believe it?

When it comes to imperial history, Moore estimates that the so-called "Centurion" orcs know more than most imperial scholars.

The ready-made template is in the head, or it is given by their favorite smart boy, and of course they have done it in a similar way.

"So what now?" Wei Mu asked helplessly.

As a result, everyone present threw strange glances at him.

In the whole galaxy, except for their gods and second brother Mao, only you can handle those orcs, and you actually ask us what to do?

Wei Mu also realized that others couldn't help with this matter, so he stroked his somewhat painful eyebrows and slowly sorted out his thoughts.

"First of all, it's a question of the current situation, what is the overall situation of the greenskins?" Wei Mu asked.

"Thanks to your previous actions, the Greenskins have focused their main attacks on Chaos and Bugs, and the number of infestations against the Empire has decreased exponentially, and their actions have greatly slowed down the expansion of the Black Legion, buying us a lot of time." Sicarius reported.

A series of previous operations on the green skin were finally fruitful.

Now, even if he wasn't watching, the Greenskins would be able to spontaneously go to the other two major natural disasters.

At least for now.

"Secondly, there is the question of the Iron Sheet, is there any way to make it work best, and if not, is it more advantageous to let the throne continue to exist, or is it better to destroy the throne?" Wei Mu continued to ask.

The previous question is actually a bit knowingly asked.

If saving a dying person was as simple as that, Killiman wouldn't have to lie in a static position for 10,000 years before getting up.

"If you want to reproduce the scene, you have to build another set of fate armor, and you have to use the power of death. As for the question of whether the Emerald Throne is going or going, a group of orcs who have room for communication is definitely much better than a group of war weapons that only know how to fight. Tarasin interjected.

It's as if he's also an imperial advisor.

"That's right, even if you want to solve the trouble of the orcs being too strong, you have to defeat Chaos first." Killeman added.

So the Emerald Throne is temporarily retained, and the follow-up effect remains to be seen.

"Then on the last point, if I raise my arms and call all the orc armies to my side, the maelstrom will definitely be able to take down, but will the black legion that has lost the suppression of the orcs take the opportunity to expand wildly, and then increase its strength greatly? How many worlds, how many lives will we lose as a result? Is this a cost-effective choice? Wei Mu said with his head down.

In fact, he has another option - to shoot directly at the Eye of Fear.

But that would mean a great battle with Chaos, and the time is clearly not ripe for now.

"So what you mean?" Killyman asked.

"I only recruit orc troops in the Maelstrom area, and let the orcs elsewhere continue to put pressure on the Black Expedition." Wei Mu replied.

He would one day go to Armageddon to gather the so-called Thousands, but certainly not now.

"The Imperial defenders of the Maelstrom, coupled with the greenskin forces in the area, have a chance of winning against the Red Pirates, but they are also extremely dangerous." Killyman let out a long sigh, "Even though I don't want you to be at such a risk. ”

"So do you, Lord Regent." Wei Mu said with a smile.

For the Empire, this "last loyal heir of the Emperor of Terra" is even more unstoppable.

However, the harsh situation necessitated Killiman to go to the front again and again.

The original took a deep breath.

He was looking forward to the miracle of Vimu's ability to recreate the miracle of fighting against the Hive's will.

Although he also knew that his expectation was almost delusional.

"In that case, then I will appoint you as the envoy of the Great Vortex Festival, and take full charge of all affairs there."

(End of chapter)