Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 49 The Boss is Born

Amidst the suppressed and silenced beastmen, a weak voice emerged, faint and lacking in conviction, yet still clearly audible in the quiet dueling arena.

The orc looked in the direction of the sound and naturally made way for the person who made it.

He was a thin, malnourished orc boy. His skin was withered and covered with sparse, unruly hair. The skin on his face drooped due to its looseness, his teeth were covered with deep cracks, his thin limbs were like dry firewood, and he held a thick wooden stick in his hand.

Doom had been observing the battlefield for a long time when he spotted this anomaly in the vast green sea. Unlike other orcs, it wasn't warlike; its thin body was always retreating, searching for a way to survive.

A cowardly orc boy steps forward at a crucial moment to defeat a powerful enemy, becoming a hero who turns the tide of battle—an indomitable "legend"!
This is the script that Doom wrote for it.

The skinny orc looked bewildered. It didn't understand why its arm was raised. It hadn't spoken, yet its own voice appeared, saying it wanted to challenge the human!
It felt as if its wrist was being gripped by a pair of pincers, lifted up by a tremendous force. Before it could even react, it was kicked in the rear, and staggered forward a few steps.

"Instead of running away, you're moving closer to me?"

Then the human spoke, his voice still carrying disdain, but also a hint of interest.

Harlan's face beneath his helmet was grim. The undefeated honor of the champion swordsman was about to end here, destroyed by an underdeveloped orc.

"Orc! What's your name?"

There was no chance for the orcs to retreat; once they left, there was no reason to go back.

Like the director of the script, Harlan naturally, like a villain waiting for the protagonist, asks for the protagonist's name.

"Guya! It's Guya! That brat! That cowardly wimp who's backing away!"

Some orcs recognized the skinny orc boy as "Guya," while his fellow orcs contemptuously called him "a wimp" or "a spineless coward."

In orc society, farts are at the very bottom of the social hierarchy, a symbol of cowardice and timidity.

Orcs are a very strange race, born from spores like mushrooms, and the first unit to appear was the fart sprite.

The cowardice and timidity of fart spirits are ingrained in their DNA. They are born to stay away from other intelligent species, avoiding detection while collecting resources.

After the Orc Boy appeared, they attached themselves to him and lived at the very bottom of Orc society.

Furthermore, due to the warlike nature of orcs, the hardworking and dutiful Butt Spirit was looked down upon by the other orcs.

There is no more contemptuous insult among orcs than "cowardly little brat"; if there is, it is "cowardly little brat".

The fact that both of these traits appeared on a single orc suggests its predicament within orc society.

"Xu~"

Boos filled the air. After learning about the situation of the Ancient Tooth, some of the orc boys even covered their eyes to avoid being tainted and not wanting to see its embarrassing appearance.

The ancient tooth, with its loose, drooping tip, was filled with terror. It didn't know what had happened and had inexplicably stepped into the duel arena.

In the invisible air behind her, Erica turned the adaptive color-changing device to its maximum, carefully concealing her figure, and pressed the precious conversion device on her belt.

The dimensional rift in the Nur Crystal was propped open, creating a separate space for people to enter, although it could only last for a few seconds, enough for her to enter or leave the crowded beastmen.

"Come! Ancient Fang! Fight me to the death!"

The rousing challenge jolted Guya out of its terror. It wanted to cry, to wail like a fart-like creature, and then scrambled away from the place.

How can someone less than half the height of a human champion break through armor with a wooden stick in their hand?

And then there's that technician kid who can't crack or understand the glowing weapon that kills beasts without leaving a trace.

I'm doomed! There's nowhere to run this time!
With things having come to this point, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gu Ya still picked up a wooden stick and charged towards the human champion.

The beastmen, though disdainful, still peeked through their fingers at the sight of the weaklings bleeding profusely.

Gu Ya's desperate charge was chaotic, his rough wooden stick swinging wildly without any strategy, and he charged forward with his eyes closed.

Harlan lowered his body, carefully observing the trajectory of each of the random sticks in its hand, calculating when to stop it.

Finally, at that opportune moment, the champion swordsman let out a long sigh and swung his lightsaber.

The sword was swung so fast that the green-skinned man couldn't even see it.

The instant the stick made contact with the key, something happened that left the greens in disbelief, their eyes wide with astonishment.

The wooden stick was swung around, and the moment it touched the lightsaber, the human's unstoppable, iron-slicing sword was deflected!
Basic swordsmanship!

The instant their weapons clashed, Harlan perfectly stopped his sword, then suddenly tensed his muscles, mimicking being thrown back. "That must be the power of Mao Erge!"

The timely roar rang out again, attributing that incredible moment to the divine power of Brother Mao!
"Waaaaaagh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The orcs on the field instantly went wild, letting out extremely excited roars!
Such a miracle! There's no other explanation besides Mao Zedong's blessing!
By the second brother of the Mao family, a skinny kid managed to open the sword of a big human with a wooden stick!
"Ancient Tooth! Ancient Tooth!"

Tens of thousands of orcs roared out the same name, leaving Guya, who was completely bewildered in the duel arena.

It couldn't understand why the big guy's sword was so weak and fragile. It also wondered if it possessed some unknown talent.

Amidst the attention of everyone, it scratched its head and smiled foolishly.

Doom, more than ten kilometers away, also smiled. He could feel that energy unifying the orcs amidst their cheers.

Ancient Tooth sensed a power that gradually made it stronger.

It cautiously moved forward, waving the wooden stick at the big human just like before.

Harlan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly beneath his helmet as he once again used his swordsmanship to precisely catch the wooden stick, only to have it deflected.

A miracle has happened once again!

The orc went hysterical! His bizarre face was contorted in pain, and he could only scream and clutch his head in excitement.

Several times in a row, the two beings of unequal size clashed with each other, the small green-skinned creature repeatedly repelling the large human.

Harlan was panting; the continuous basic swordplay had left his muscles sore and his stamina greatly depleted.

Just as the orcs saw it, the big guy was running out of energy and was about to be defeated.

"Guya! Guya! Boss! Boss!"

The orcs stood shoulder to shoulder, shouting in waves, their short, thick legs pressed to the ground, hoping that Ancient Fang would defeat the humans and become the boss!

Gu Ya was still confused. Amidst everyone's anticipation, he jogged up and leaped high, swinging his stick at the big guy's head.

A look of relief appeared in Harlan's eyes through the helmet. This performance had made him lose face to the extreme; playing house with a green-skinned guy was truly heartbreaking.

The lightsaber was held protectively in front of his head, seemingly suppressed by the wooden stick under precise control. His body then unleashed a burst of power at extremely close range, slamming his head into the stick with a violent clang.

Then he suddenly exerted force with both legs, creating the illusion of being knocked away.

In the orc's eyes, Guya leaped high and swung his club at the big man, whose sword could not withstand its power. Guya was then struck on the head and sent flying.

"The champion swordsman has been defeated!"

This time it was the sound of human shouts, urgent screams filled with terror, as humans launched a despicable attack!

In the duel arena, Erica's "Ghosts," the rogues, suddenly appeared, throwing smoke bombs to create chaos and cover Harlan's quick escape.

The Night Guards quickly withdrew, leaving the duel to the orcs; they had other things to do.

"Guya! Guya! Boss! Boss!"

The humans retreated without a trace, and the orcs did not pursue them. They tossed the ancient tooth high into the air, calling it by name and referring to it as "Boss."

With its frail body, it defeated a formidable foe that even the strongest lads couldn't overcome. Having caught the attention of Brother Mao, it was destined to become the leader of the orcs!

With each rise and fall, Guya's gaunt body visibly expanded, eventually far exceeding that of an ordinary orc boy.

The concept of the "boss" has been planted, and its size will continue to expand.

"Your Excellency War Lord, as you predicted, the orcs scattered throughout the Southern Hemisphere seem to have been guided in some way, altering their original routes and beginning to slowly advance towards your location."

Reports from multiple reconnaissance scouts converged in the command center and reached Doom's ears.

Doom nodded in satisfaction, his suspicions confirmed.

The birth of the orc leader will generate a reaction that spreads within the mind-based force field, which the orcs will sense and gather around the leader.

This is exactly what Doom wanted.

(End of this chapter)