Since One-Eye was defeated by Xiami's bosses, the collective strength of the entire green-skinned tribe has dropped a lot. Although Iron Teeth is powerful, it was still injured in the face of the group attack of the fourth platoon of the Astra Militarum.
In the eyes of the greenskins, they would not consider that the enemies faced by the two war chiefs were elite troops among humans. They only felt that Iron Teeth and One-Eye were no longer suitable to rule the entire orc tribe, and there were too many in the huge Karu City. Many places are not used by the greenskins, and the iron, food, and human corpses are rare treasures.
But Iron Teeth has been asking the bosses to stand still to prevent humans from attacking One Eye.
The treasure could not be obtained, and the waaagh could not be rekindled in a short time. The dissatisfaction of the orcs gradually accumulated, and finally, at the suggestion of some bosses, the big orcs gathered together.
They were all once powerful leaders of the orc tribe, but now they have become one-eyed guards or stormtroopers. They like this position very much, but the orcs who have tasted the taste of power cannot give up the opportunity to enslave such a large tribe.
Restless, restless, in the house of a poor psychic kid, the lunatic was knocked unconscious by the bosses and tied aside. The once powerful orcs were now huddled next to the crude promethium lamp made by the orcs, built around a mushroom The meeting started with a table and a lot of Mao Ge Goge statues around it.
It has to be said that their aesthetics are similar to those of the senior leaders of the Astra Militarum... The Astra Militarum is in the relic room, and they are in the psychic boy's belief storage room.
The boss with the big click shouted in low Gothic. "I don't like One-Eyed. He's hiding, stupid, and can't be beaten."
He should be the kind of thing called the big gun boss or the dirty gun boss. Of course, the best way to identify whether an orc is the boss is to smell it. Their smell can spread thousands of miles without any problem...
The orc across the table from him is a special operations boss. If One Eye were here, he would know him. He was one of the special operations boys who followed him at the beginning. Now he has become the boss. Although he is loyal on the surface, he has long been loyal in his heart. Replaced the one-eyed idea.
For orcs, betrayal is commonplace.
"No, no, although One Eye is weak, Iron Teeth is still strong. I think I have a plan."
The special operations boss clapped his hands, and several special operations boys came over carrying the iron cage. There were dozens of humans trapped in the squeaky damn thing, to be precise, Catachan humans.
The loyal elites of the empire did not leave the mortal world, but were captured by these disgusting orcs, their arms were tied, food was stuffed with forced expansion devices in their mouths, and they were raised like pigs. What a shame, if the Catachans had resisted the orcs When they see the ability, they will immediately draw their guns and shoot, and then use their own blades to slit their own throats.
However, a large number of iron chains held them firmly in place, and a lot of soft cloth was tied around their heads, making it absolutely impossible for them to commit suicide.
Even so, when the other bosses saw this group of humans, their hair stood on end. They were all born as beastmen in the tribe, and most of them had been disturbed by the power of Catachan. That 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 lightly, the smile he learned from his boss, the one-eyed terrifying smile, and then took out dozens of Catachan blades from his tactical backpack.
Of course, there are more knives than the Catachan people. In fact, those Catachans are now extremely envious of their brothers who died in the war, instead of sharing such a shame like them.
But even so, when the Catachans saw that the knife they regarded as life was placed on the green-skinned creation, they immediately used all their strength, like a beast slamming into the cage. Even if the bones were dislocated and the skin was ulcerated, it was no problem. They needed Obtaining those things is not only a symbol of his own life, but also an honor and the soul of his comrades.
Falling into the hands of the greenskins is like falling into hell. Catachan cannot accept it, cannot accept it!
The violent impact frightened the bosses. They felt that those crazy shrimps were about to rush out and kill them with various weapons.
They are not afraid of death, but they have such big ideals and so many waaaghs that they haven't completed yet, but they have to die from this group of sneaky shrimps?
The special operations boss clapped his hands, and the boys pushed the cage down, and then he picked up a very beautiful Catachan blade. In fact, his plan had already existed, and he originally planned to spend it on One Eye.
Killing someone with a borrowed knife, should it be okay to describe it this way?
He thought for a moment. "If I release those shrimps, they will definitely commit suicide immediately, but I don't want their good props to die immediately..."
The other bosses asked this in unison. "what are you up to?!"
The special operations boss caressed those blades. "If the soul of Catachan shrimp is placed in One-Eye's room, and the process is discovered by those Catachan, and the boy's "accident" gives them the opportunity to leave, and "accidentally", the weapons are stored beside them..."
The other bosses swallowed their saliva. This was equivalent to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. But in the face of the fear of Iron Teeth, they had to use conspiracy and tricks. However, there were still many guys with backbone. About one-third of the green-skinned bosses heard this. I will announce my withdrawal immediately after the details are confirmed.
But as soon as they turned around, several silenced green-skinned bolt pistols smashed the backs of their defenseless heads.
That was the masterpiece of the special operations boys, but those green-skinned bosses still did not die. They were too strong and would not die even if they were attacked by a silent sneak attack. They shouted immediately, but they forgot one thing.
The meeting was chosen here because the psychic boys were excluded by the tribe. It was very remote, and it was normal for the psychic boys to make strange noises. The calls of the bosses were naturally ignored. The boys only felt a little strange. Today's psychic Why is the boy so noisy?
Then it was back to work.
The special operations boss pulled out his blade, opened the heads of the orcs one by one, took out the brains inside, and then soaked those things in the preservation liquid with great interest.
This is his personal hobby. A large number of brains are stored in his tactical backpack, including human, orc, and small alien race (titanium). When other bosses see this, even the orcs are sweating coldly.
the special operations boss asked. "Is there anyone else who wants to quit?"
The other orcs immediately shook their heads.
"Very good, I announce that the battle has begun, code name, kill the leader with a borrowed knife!"
A cold voice emerged from his body, and the other bosses saw vague, illusory, blue feathers from the back of this special operations boy...
They blinked in disbelief, only to find that those things were suddenly dissipated by a green light. As if they were hallucinations, the voice of the special operations boss became orcish again.
"What are you doing? I said, work!"
