On the bridge of the Iron Fist of Violence, a fart communicator receives a request for support from Goldbeard, and immediately relays it to Lucas, who is sitting there.

"Dear Brother Mao Angel, it seems that the offensive on the leader's side has encountered a little problem."

In order to better distinguish the two "dark green angels", the greenskins naturally added the prefix to Moore and Lucas, as for who is engaged and who is Mao, it doesn't matter, each greenskin has its own way of distinguishing it.

"Relay the signal immediately."

Lucas thought that Goldbeard had encountered some kind of accident, and felt a little nervous, after all, in the Maelstrom area, it was rare to be able to stop the strength of that orc warlord.

"Okay, boss."

The fart messenger nodded.

After a while, Goldbeard's angry face appeared in the center of the screen, and all kinds of foul words continued to burst out of his mouth.

It's okay for people, Lucaston relaxed most of the time, just looking at this stance, there should be something that makes it sad.

"What's going on over there?" He asked curiously.

"Those soft-egg turtles are huddled in the big house, refusing to fight us head-on, I need more waaagh! Something that smashed their big house and their damn skull, now! ”

Goldbeard was furious, and at the same time did not forget to direct the younger brothers around him to output the language inside, which was the only way they could vent at the moment.

"You guys haven't eaten, be louder, and don't forget to greet their daddy!"

However, due to the previous charge against the thousand steps, the boys were a little out of breath at this time, and the spray on their mouths was not particularly strong.

Even the speakers inside dared to talk back to them.

"Stupid beast, hurry up and go somewhere else, this sacred place is not something you can defile!"

"Cowards bad cans, you have the ability to do things, you have the ability to open the door, good cans won't be so cringe, you might as well be good cans!"

"Then you go to their trouble, don't get in our way here!"

"You guys. . . You guys"

Goldbeard was so enraged that he banged on the door harder and harder.

The entire staircase trembled slightly from its domineering brute force, but the door in front of him was still solid, unmoving.

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out."

Inside the ship, Lucas tries to pacify the enraged Greenskin Warlord remotely.

It's not impossible to mobilize heavy firepower, but it will take a lot of time, and there should be a more convenient way.

He thought for a moment and decided to give Moore a call.

At this time, Moore is leading a group of greenskins to jump to the defensive platforms of the Wai Talkers, and engage in a tense and fierce battle with the traitors.

"Hey, Lion, how are you doing over there?"

"It couldn't be better, jackal, we're like a blade to the heart, the enemy's resistance is as fragile as cut skin, and it won't take long to kill their headquarters." Moore pulled the power sword out of one of the traitors' bodies and replied, "Is there something you are looking for me all of a sudden?" ”

"Just a little question I want to ask." Lucas said, "Is there anything you can do to make the Bearer anxious?" The worse the heart, the better. ”

"This. Why do you ask this? Morju hesitated.

"That's it." Lucas reacted quickly and immediately said, "Hurry up, I need it now." ”

"Yes, yes, but I can't guarantee the effect." Moore reminded.

He had been with Vi Mu for so long, especially after that outwitting Karn, and he had long remembered the weaknesses of the traitors of all stripes.

Although he never hoped that these bad ideas would come in handy one day.

"It's okay, I'll try to use it first, and if it doesn't work, I'll find another way." Lucas said.

Then, after hearing Moore's "clever plan", the jackal immediately smiled happily.

Inside the Second Temple, the wizards of the Whisperers are trying their best to enchant the gate.

Powerful psionic energy was infused into the runes on the door, allowing it to remain intact under the ravages of the greenskin's rage.

It's not that they don't want to fight their enemies, it's just that they have to endure humiliation in order to preserve the honor of the dark gods and protect this sacred place from being defiled.

When these greenskins have had enough tossing and turning, and they find it boring, they will naturally run to other places to make trouble.

Industrial areas, residential areas, military bases, energy centers. How important are these places to be the temples dedicated to the dark gods?

As for the constant scolding that comes from outside the door, just put up with it a little.

This is what they admonish themselves in their hearts.

"Open the door, bad cans, don't be afraid, we're actually here to help."

Suddenly, the orcs outside seemed to have changed their painting style.

The crude insults were gone, replaced by a peacemaker-like voice.

"Shut up, beast, don't think you can fool us with such childish tricks!"

The whole city has been turned into a miasma, and what do you say to help, and leave this child alone?

The greenskin's IQ is really low, and it is absolutely impossible for the bearer to fall for this.

"It's true, believe us, we can swear to you dark gods, this mood is not adulterated in the slightest!"

Swearing to a god is not a casual thing, it has nothing to do with a position, and the majesty of a god cannot be desecrated.

The bearers were a little surprised, and their attitudes became a little more serious because of this.

Even they suddenly felt that they could pull the greenskins into their belief in the dark gods through a manipulation of this oath.

As long as the greenskins can be turned around and they realize that what they are doing is a hindrance rather than a help, they will pay the price for breaking the oath they made to the gods.

Such an unprecedented feat was enough for them to gain a place in the High Heaven.

"You're destroying this city and desecrating this holy area, what kind of help is this!"

The Bearers were righteous and awe-inspiring, and shouted loudly.

"We're really kind enough to help you, didn't you do that before?"

As a result, the voice outside the door continued.

"We're helping you build a second perfect city!"

A simple sentence directly made the speakers stunned in place as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Our hands and feet are much more numb than those blue cans, and this kind of thing will be done quickly."

"If you don't believe me, you can also kneel and watch us do it, and we won't mind at all."

As the voice outside the door spoke, the thoughts of the veterans of the Whisperers returned to the moment 10,000 years ago, when their enthusiasm was shattered.

So devout, so giving, their love for the Lord of Mankind once shone like a pearl.

However, the puppet emperor rejected their love, destroyed their faith, and humiliated them.

"Oh, why are there still snowflakes in the sky, it's not cold at all, it's really weird"

"Well, it's like dust in the sky, I made a mistake, anyway, your environment here is really bad."

Everything the voice said was just as it had been that day, and the ashes of the City of Perfection scattered everywhere and slowly fell like snowflakes on the Bearers.

And they can only kneel and watch the destruction happen, silently bearing the wrath of those they believe.

"But don't worry, this little problem is not too much for us, and we have assigned it to you to do this beautifully."

The voice outside continued to bombard with mouth cannons, but no movement could be heard from inside the temple.

There was no sound other than distant gunfire and explosions, and the shrill air raid siren.

"Are you sure it's really working?"

Goldbeard touched his skull, completely unable to comprehend Lucas's operation.

"If a person has been drained of their lungs and is not willing to fight back, then I don't have a good way."

The jackal's voice came from the communicator, and it was he shouting at the Wai Men in the temple in an orc manner.

The crowd waited for a while, but the temple gate still did not change.

Just when Lucas thought that the taunt had failed and was about to mobilize heavy firepower to attack, the closed door finally opened.

A group of distorted warriors stepped out of it.

Old memories are awakened, and the humiliation of the past is in front of us.

As Bearers, they can no longer sit idly by.

The blessed son was so angry and furious that even his voice trembled.

"Evil beast An dares to deceive me like this!"

(End of chapter)