Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 50: Let the Hunt Begin
Instead of endless hunting, it's better to scatter limited time, energy, and manpower across vast lands on the ever-emerging and roaming orcs.

Instead, we should foster the birth of a leader, allowing the orcs to gradually converge on the same location driven by their instincts.

This is an irresistible, primal instinct etched into the orcs' DNA, a primal instinct that is often shrouded in ignorance but possesses potentially enormous influence.

Using his knowledge of orcs, Doom meticulously planned and executed targeted strategic objectives, taking advantage of the enemy's racial characteristics.

Are you going to give me an explanation?

A resentful voice came from behind him. Doom suppressed his laughter and kept a straight face to prevent the smile from showing.

Even though he knew it was a performance, Doom felt a sense of schadenfreude as he thought of Harlan being knocked to the ground with a stick.

Harlan delivered a flawless performance, successfully escaping under the cover of the ghost, and rushed over, holding his breath.

"Orcs are attracted to light!"

Doom’s first words were so abrupt that Harlan frowned, unable to understand them for a moment.

He invited Harlan to sit beside him, and the two of them, master and servant, felt the gentle breeze carrying the smell of gunpowder on the mountain on a summer night.

"In the dark night, they wander around, searching for the faintest light source."

"I built a lighthouse for them so that all the orcs can see it." Doom pointed into the distance, where the orcs were still cheering for their leader, shouting "Go, Brother Mao!"

"Guiding them, who are lost, toward the lighthouse's source."

“This is too dangerous.” Harlan understood somewhat. Luring the orcs to come to him was much simpler than finding them, but it also carried risks.

The six-meter-tall orc leader from a year ago left a deep impression on him with his intense sense of oppression.

If Doom hadn't descended from the sky and destroyed it, Harlan wouldn't have been confident of defeating that raging beast in a one-on-one fight.

"I had good reason to make Guya the boss."

Doom agreed that it was dangerous. He also had sufficient reason to implement such a tactic.

"Orcs are naturally warlike. Without human intervention, as time goes by and their numbers accumulate, they will naturally produce a leader through violence and cunning."

"Harlan, do you think the leader who survives the fierce competition and emerges from the fiercest selection is more dangerous, or is Gu Ya from just now more dangerous?"

Harlan didn't answer, but gazed thoughtfully at the reveling orcs, finally nodding emphatically in agreement, beginning to understand Doom's strategic arrangements.

Does it have to be me?

Harlan was still upset about his embarrassing performance today.

"It has to be you! Your reputation is so great that even the orcs are impressed."

Doom answered seriously. Making Harlan serve as a defeated totem was not a spur-of-the-moment prank, but a carefully considered and serious choice.

The memories obtained from the orc brain tissue they consumed revealed that Harlan's reputation left a deep impression on the orcs, and the orc blood they drank during the battle also contained memories of him.

"Let's go, it's over there."

After signaling Harlan to follow, the orcs' cheers subsided, and Guya was placed on a makeshift, garbage-covered throne by a group of boys, thus confirming his status as their leader.

Back in the command center, everyone's eyes were filled with reverence as they focused on the young man.

Strategizing within the command tent, securing victory a thousand miles away.

This ancient Terra idiom is only 80% suitable to describe him, leaving 20% ​​unsuitable.

As news of the orcs' gathering spread, the battle-hardened commanders naturally knew that the orcs, scattered like beans, would gather on their own.

The Night Guard simply needs to create a battlefield, keep the Orc leader there, and wait for waves of enemies to come to them.

Surrounded by admiring gazes, Doom felt a weight lift from his shoulders, realizing the expectations placed upon him had increased.

With anticipation, Doom walked to the command platform and drew a circle on the virtual sand table:

"Order the Night Guard to build a fortress. We must control the battle area within 10,000 square kilometers. There can be no mistakes!"

"understand!"

The people in the command room responded loudly, clenched their fists and saluted Doom with the salute of soldiers.

"Let the hunt begin!"

After a short rest, the Night Guards began using their weapons to cut stone and build a sturdy fortress, starting a tug-of-war with the orcs.

The warlord's order was simple: the orc leader must be held back and not allowed to leave the designated graveyard.

Seeing that humans were building fortresses, the orcs also began to take action, cutting down trees, piling up stones, and building strongholds to confront the humans.

Their castles will be modeled after Mao Zedong, and will definitely be bigger and more awesome than human castles!!!

When Doom saw the fortress rising from the ground, with a hideous, roaring orc head at its center, his last trace of worry finally dissipated.

If he were a normal orc leader, he would have already begun his breakout, regrouped his forces, and used the orcs' rapid reproduction rate to drag humanity into a quagmire of war. Ancient Tooth built his castle, thus sealing his own fate.

"All troops, abandon non-crystal weapons and store them for future use."

This command is easy to understand. The Night Guards understand the characteristics of the Orcs. Apart from crystal artifacts, they can quickly imitate technology and then overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

Doom knew that the more orcs gathered together, the more likely a clever young man would emerge with a flash of inspiration.

With everything prepared, a protracted tug-of-war began.

Under Doom's orders, the rangers secretly monitored the migrating orcs, ensuring they encountered no obstacles along the way.

After the orcs left, the forging academy at the core forge took care of the cleanup along the way, using their expertise.

While using scientific instruments to examine the land and excavating the underground where orcs are developing, plasma flames are used to burn away the orcs' paths to ensure that no residue remains.

Moreover, the burned land would be inspected and burned again periodically at the request of the war lords.

Make sure no orc is missed, and make sure no more green mushrooms grow on the land.

Under Doom's precise command, the two sides gradually achieved a strategic victory on the main battlefield of their standoff.

Once a large orc migration caravan enters the designated war zone, it will be immediately intercepted by the Night Guard, and the tactic of besieging the enemy and attacking reinforcements will continuously deplete their manpower.

Gu Ya led his underlings out to rescue them, and the Night Guards, "afraid" of its reputation, fled in a disheveled state of "terrification".

The Night Guardians retreated upon encountering the Ancient Fang, spreading its fame in fear and constantly reinforcing its status.

In every clash between the two sides, the lurking ghosts were responsible for sniping other orcs, ensuring that Ancient Fang's position remained unchallenged.

The orcs attacked the castle, and the humans retreated. When the orcs tried to leave, the humans chased and fought their way back to the stronghold.

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance.

The orcs were happy every moment. They were grateful to Brother Gao Mao, who led them to fight every day.

Gu Yadu brought back countless victories, terrifying the shrimps to the core.

In reality, no matter how the orcs fought, they never left the war zone. New orcs joined every day, but their numbers remained below 50,000.

Gu Ya's physique remained at four meters, unable to grow even an inch taller.

This bizarre tug-of-war lasted for six months, until no new orcs arrived in the wilderness for a long time.

Inside the orc stronghold, the orcs, who were happy from fighting, inevitably experienced physical fatigue.

The orc boys around Guya changed batch after batch. Instead of growing stronger in battle, they grew weaker and weaker.

After serving as the leader for half a year, and being empowered by the "Waaaaaagh field," Gu Ya's weak body was replaced by strength, and he also gained some intelligence.

Seeing the weakened orcs, it realized it had been tricked, and the orc race had been tricked.

"My lord, as you requested, all the paths taken by the orcs have been thoroughly investigated."

"Except for where you are, I swear on the honor of the Core Furnace that there are no other orcs or orc spores in Nur!"

Inside the command center, the master blacksmith, dressed in a technician's robe with several auxiliary arms placed in front of him, humbly reported to the war lord, as good news followed one after another.

"The Night Guard thanks you for your contributions; the Core Furnace resounds with your passion."

Doom expressed his heartfelt gratitude for the selfless dedication of the master forgers of the Core Forge.

They led their apprentices, working day and night to eradicate the remaining orcish poison, and deserved the gratitude of the Night Guard.

"Is this the final battle?"

Harlan asked excitedly. His master lit a lighthouse and lured and killed millions of orcs in just six months.

Doom accomplished what even King Norwick couldn't!
Harlan was the happiest during the tug-of-war with the orcs.

Seeing his fellow Night Guardians being chased away in a panic by Gu Ya's tyranny, he felt a sense of healing.

Knowing it was an exaggerated performance, he felt quite relieved. After all, who isn't an actor?

"Let the warriors rest well. We'll launch our attack at sunrise tomorrow and wipe the orcs out of Nur completely!"

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