Chapter 301 Evil Moon Orc, Wumurui

It was a green muscle peak looking at the rolling cauldron in front of it. Several squirrels were put into the pot deliciously with meat and spices. Following the stirring of the glutinous spirit, the scrap iron boiler turned over for a while. An enchanting aroma.

The one who enjoys such food is the master of the orcs here. He has long hair that is very cool for the orcs. It is hard to imagine how he can cultivate so many hairy scooters of the same color in the asteroid fortress where supplies are scarce to satisfy his morbid needs. need.

His armor was smeared with yellow paint and covered his whole body, but the fine ceramic steel was hung with grease. He swallowed the dates wholeheartedly. He fully accepted the delicacies of humans or the preferences of orcs, and his favorite among them was the pot that was as hot as lava. There was a hot pot with a heater underneath, and the flames stood out. The frightened fart stood on the table. He was almost naked and washed clean because he couldn't tarnish the boss's dinner. He was dodging while stirring the boiler that couldn't stop. .

The table was long and long, over a hundred meters long. The delicacies of the mountains and seas were passed forward by the orcs in a relay manner like an assembly line, accompanied by rough and wild orc songs. The long table was filled with things from one end to the other far side. The orc boys were drooling, but they had to pretend to be elegant, wearing suits made of rags, and holding dinner plates to provide delicious meals to their huge masters.

Broadly speaking, this owner is also an orc boss, who looks much bigger than the others. He prefers to emphasize the individual strength, but it is not exactly the same as the real growth of the orcs, but the physical constitution is realistic. It also provides a lot of convenience, especially when he crushes those unruly boys.

His clothes are almost napkins, and the yellow cloth is full of stains. Fortunately, even if those things accumulate a stench over many years, it is nothing to the orcs, and those stains will not affect the strength of the ceramic steel, let alone Short-circuit his weapon.

Such gluttony will not stop until he is full of wine and food, unless one thing happens, that is, the orc who handles the food is exhausted. This means that he has lost another cook, and it also means that he has to endure the days without food. Because he wasn't hungry when he ate, he just wanted to use delicious food to spread his murderous intention that was crazier than other orcs, that's all.

And today, something like this happened, the food stagnated, and his 67th chef died, the orc always shouted. "I, Umurui, am angry, here we go again! Okay! Stop eating!"

He directly grabbed an attendant orc on the right, and then wiped him on his mouth like a napkin. The two layers of rough orc skin rubbed against each other with grease, and the skin slowly cracked and crumbled amidst the screams. The fragile skin of the Orc boy was almost completely scratched off.

His cheeks were like razors, or sandpaper, and the boy's sides were all bloody, but he was just dissatisfied with the chef's death.

The officers looked at him timidly, but he immediately found the Master Chief of the Eagle of Destruction and spoke. "The Imperial Guard lost one-third, and about 50,000 people died. Fortunately, the transport team's ships are unimpeded. Those Lemanus and Salamander tanks can help you capture the city, but the defense here is very strange. Those are …highway?"

"What's the reason this time?" He wiped the blood from his face, and the unlucky "napkin" was almost bloody and dying on the ground. This violent monster has threatened Karazha for hundreds of years, and its name has reached the point where people have heard of it. To the point where he becomes afraid, including his boys.

Umurui pressed her nose. "Come on boys, be the most accurate, come with me and kill the shrimps!" He stepped down, the engine hummed, and the three orc boys climbed onto the car body, equipped the weapons, and then tied themselves tightly with ropes. Tied to the car.

They landed on the side of the huge orcs' numerous tracks extending in all directions, and landed in a relatively stable place. The officers commented that this place is a paradise for vehicles. Those huge roads can bear a large amount of luggage, and the Imperial Guard can also transport supplies on them. Those orcs probably never thought that anyone would log in here, and they were complacent.

Its driver's seat is so big that it can only be used in the open air. One is to reduce weight, and the other is to allow the huge engine to dissipate enough heat. This monster is not so much a car as it is an engine plus tires, and a simple drum bomb. The warehouse is composed of a lot of beautiful decorations, and on the top there are the heads of past lords of Karazha, including the head of the current lord's father, which are worn like flags and made into trophies.

One sentence sent hundreds of thousands of people to hell, and the people who carried it out were the Chief and Ensign of the Eagle of Destruction. When the sweltering transport ship was filled with dying men, they needed to be built on the asteroid. A command system and position unique to them.

The Skadi people have seen hell and are not afraid of it, but the soldiers of Karazhar are not. In this terrible place far away from the emperor's light, their bodies and beliefs are being attacked. Those aliens have tainted their will and are ironic to all The only ethics that humans agree with are this city like metal ruins and the hell full of tire scratches.

Alan Bair nodded. "Yes, those damn things are still entrenched. We must log in to avoid future troubles. And then we will have endless wars."

The car that only ten orcs could lift was like an adult sitting in a big go-kart, but no one would suspect that the car was weak. He held his seat firmly, and the entire car sank with a click. , the orcs who had no time to crawl away turned into a puddle.

He moved his huge body and walked down from the throne. The distant mountains were like a wasteland, but if you look closely, they were densely packed lanes, all created by his hobby. At one time, he even drained the orcs who used their teeth as currency. It took all the wealth of the Evil Moon clan, the richest among the clans, to complete the miracle.

"Be wary of those mountains. Those damn aliens will come down from the mountain peaks. Everyone, prepare to defend!" The second lieutenant's words came powerfully, and the soldiers followed them very quickly. However, the orcs had already prepared for a mobile attack. How could the Imperial Guard have time to react when the situation was imminent?

This time it turned into a cavalry charge from the future era. Those dirty cars didn't even have tanks, but they were equipped with weapons whose firepower far exceeded their carrying capacity. It's hard to imagine why the cars didn't disintegrate after the orcs opened fire, or maybe they just wanted to come there. once.

"I want to break through the enemy's low-Earth orbit defense. This time I should thank you. Now we can land on the enemy's base and wipe out all the enemies of the empire."

"The light spear opened a gap big enough for the transport ship to enter, and we can successfully log in. However, the orcs' artificial gravity equipment formed a weak atmosphere to bind the oxygen, otherwise we can suffocate them to death now!"

"Log in, for the Emperor."

the ensign asked. "What's wrong, what did you find?"

"What does that have to do with my chef? When the shrimps come, they will be beaten, and when the guns are melted, they will be made. My chef's sweetheart cannot die!" The boss cursed. For Wu Murui, his cook can be exhausted and eaten by himself. But the only thing is that they cannot be killed by others, especially those thin and pitiful shrimps. He reluctantly accepts the canned food, after all, they are indeed difficult to deal with.

"Thank you for sticking here for so long for the Emperor." Alan Bair couldn't help but praise him, but the Master Chief just replied.

Umurui immediately wanted to show off his power when he heard it, but then he said. "Come with the canned food and dried shrimps, that would be fun." He lowered his raised arm and rubbed his chin. "My tearbreaker is here, kid, bring it up, I want waaaaagh!"

The orc curled his lips and said. "Boss, have you forgotten? You heard those purple-clawed shrimps say that the most dangerous place is the safest. You thought it made sense, so you moved the chef's kitchen under the giant cannon!"

But the officers calmly asked the soldiers to set up camps and form defenses. In the distance, the Space Marines who had fallen early were patrolling. Their eyes were bright and they became the biggest support for the mortals.

In the end, the anti-aircraft guns turned into strafing, drawing beautiful death barrages in the sky and void. When the first batch of soldiers landed, the scenery they saw was even more hellish, with endless oppressive gray-red colors, and there was no soil here. There is no battle line, only an endless racing track, like a mountain, made of scrap metal.

"They just passed by a recent trace of vicious dogs, or they knew we would land, and they needed to attack from a position that was difficult for the Imperial Guard to deal with, so it was probably a high ground, that is..." Sergeant Wherever he looked, the second lieutenant immediately realized this and he immediately shouted.

The thing called the Ripper is actually a dirty car, full of spikes, shiny and beautiful things, covered with a layer of shining gold, and there are two explosive bombs and a set of bouncing monsters on the car body. Rocket array, and that thing cannot be driven by other orcs, because of its extremely large driver's seat, ordinary orcs can't press the brakes when sitting on it, just like the difference between adults and children.

The orc who came to report should have been unlucky because of this, he could only shout with a bitter face. "There are shrimp battleships. We followed those purple-clawed shrimps and detected them. I fired the cannons and the shrimps counterattacked, but the canned ship came. We were bombarded by two damn big battleships, and the entire super invincible cannon melted. It’s all clean.”

"It's very close. They just drove past here half a day ago. This is a place they come to frequently, so..." The Master Chief looked at the mountains in the distance, looking a little anxious.

But even this could not hinder the orcs' bombardment. Those Guards cannons fired continuously, and the soldiers just changed from knowing clearly about death to ignorance. Some people clasped their palms together and prayed to the emperor, and some people slumped in their seats bored. Bordeleau and The Baptismal Fire fires continuously to cover, but in comparison, the Space Marines can fall like thunder, with no possibility of defense at all.

No one doubted that this thing would explode if it was hit. There was almost no doubt about it, but it was obviously impossible for a stupid orc to become the boss or leader in a place like this.

And they had just tied them up, and the boss drove the car out of the camp like lightning, leaving behind a yellow stream of light, as fast as lightning, accompanied by waaaagh war drums and shouts, countless dirty cars flew endlessly outside the camp. The track flew away like crazy.

Hundreds of transport ships began to sprinkle on the cold star like black pepper. After a period of disgusting friction, the scenery outside the transport ship window kept changing. The ensign was very glad that there was no real atmosphere here. and weight, because the gravitational pull of each landing would be as painful as a tug on his soul.

The Chief of the Destruction Eagle took off his helmet and gently touched the ground with his armored fingers. His metal arm seemed to be used to it. He gently picked up the dust and picked up the traces left by the tire friction. , he stuck out his tongue and tasted.

That's right, taste. Space Marines' tongues are more sensitive than normal people's. With their rich experience, they can completely distinguish a lot of information that normal people can't touch, from biological genetic problems to many other things.

When the lieutenant's transport ship, as the last of the most important ships, slowly fell down, there were also officers from the Skadi system, such as the Lightling boy or the Catachan sergeant, and the lieutenant jumped down from a high place in advance, landing three or four meters across, and observing the situation here.

But when time passed, the first automatic cannon spit out flames and punched a small hole in a side ship, oxygen was exposed, causing the flames to burn in the vacuum and turn into a ball of flames. The lieutenant shouted immediately. "Close all the windows, don't let the soldiers witness the death of their comrades!"

But only the Skadi veterans were not overly optimistic, and the Space Marines were also arrogant and only cooperated with them. The faces of those soldiers made the officers dissatisfied, but they had to retreat because of their relationship with the Space Marines or the relationship with the lords.

Thick smoke billowed, and the filth flew into the sky. Perhaps it would enter the void through the fortress cycle. This world has no sky, only a thick metal ceiling. Behind the ceiling, in the endless void, the warships of the Imperial Guard were slowly descending, or rather, approaching.

On the bridge, the Lord of Skadi was chatting with his good friend. The Sergeant Major of Destruction Eagle, who had not been seen for two months, had become sharper now. It was the orcs, the grindstone, that were colliding with him, but this beautiful baptismal fire warship was now also scarred, which made people sad.

Those orcs instantly forgot most of the things. They only knew that the tearer was waagh enough and big enough. Even those who almost died just now jumped and ran to fiddle with that thing.

The leader called Wumu Rui laughed, and those dirty cars went down from an extreme slope and pulled the speed to the limit in the suffocating smoke.

The Imperial Guard seemed to be concentrated, but now it became a disadvantage. Fortunately, the lieutenant inherited the craziest character of Alan Baier, which was a very radical strategy.

He shouted. "All crew members get in the vehicles, use tanks, armored vehicles, and other highly maneuverable vehicles to have a death race with them and stop those orcs on the road!"