Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 100 A Beauty of Intensity (3/5)

"Waaagh! For Lantou!"

"Waaagh! Kid, you've got the wrong name! The leader's name is Lancelot!"

"Wrong! It's called Landalot!"

The orcs in the fog gleefully wielded the Empire's weapons and blades, hunting the green-skinned orcs aboard the fog-shrouded orc ships at incredible speed.

As mentioned before, the orc race is very peculiar.

They are warmongers by nature; they don't care who the enemy is, and they will still shoot even their own kin.

What's most peculiar is that as the number of greenskins devoured by Lancelot's misty world increased, and as the battle intensified, the intelligence of these greenskins in the mist gradually increased.

Lancelot had anticipated this, after all, the Black Lions in the Mist also had their own ideas and fighting instincts, and the Waaagh field of these greenskins was also a kind of subspace power.

Having been swallowed by Lancelot's subspace nature, it's only natural that the Mist Orcs' combat power would increase as the battle continued, given that they triggered the WAAAGH field's ability to fight stronger.

As a result, with a group of orc minions, Lancelot's speed in destroying the orc warships also increased dramatically. However, Lancelot had to be careful not to let the number of orcs in the mist become too large, keeping it within a controllable range, otherwise his entire warp would be stained green.

As Lancelot thought this, the battle in space was almost over. Several small orc ships, seeing the situation was not good, had begun to flee. Lancelot ordered the Imperial Navy to pursue the small ships, and then he teleported directly into the core area of ​​the green orcs on this mining planet!

Suddenly, a cloud of mist appeared before the eyes of the speed demon riding his junk motorcycle. He and his brothers rushed into this large area of ​​weapons, but disappeared instantly.

Before the orcish war gang with garbage trucks and combat trucks behind them could figure out what was going on, the speedsters had already gone silent.

But the next moment, the fog began to move toward them at high speed, and within that fog, a group of sharp-eyed orc boys quickly spotted a group of unfamiliar green-skinned boys riding Brock jet motorcycles rushing toward them at an extremely fast speed!

The shouts of battle were deafening!

Waaagh's roar echoed from the mist! Meanwhile, the orcish warband that had been attacked reacted with extreme speed! Since they had encountered a different orcish warband, a fight was entirely in line with their orcish nature!

They began firing at the fog, only to find their attacks passing right through the green-skinned boys! Meanwhile, the orcs within the fog had already charged directly into their enemy ranks!

Click click click!

At this moment, all the weapons and vehicles in the hands of these orcs malfunctioned, and without weapons, they faced Lancelot's Mist Orc Warband in a near one-sided massacre!

With its inviolable territory and its own Shadow Forest, taking down small-scale orc warbands is incredibly easy.

Although keeping this area active for a long time would cause him to feel mentally exhausted, or like he was running out of mana, Lancelot estimated that it would be enough for him to play for a full day.

And those green guys are really useful! They're obedient and capable!

Lancelot then directed them to gather the spoils and place them in the forest, and to break off the teeth of each orc and then burn the corpses together.

While this cannot completely stop the green-skinned orc spores from invading the soil of this world, it can alleviate the situation.

Lancelot didn't have a good impression of the green-skinned orcs, but after experiencing their strength, these guys suddenly became adorable in his eyes.

As the number of orcs in the fog increased, Lancelot naturally absorbed some orc language memories. Lancelot also learned the location of the leader of this greenskin army, and without hesitation, he manipulated the fog and disappeared into the plain.

After a very long time, a few fart spirits emerged from the distance. They had been terrified and could only cower under the ground. But now, when they raised their heads, all they could see in their eyes were piles of corpses that had been piled up and set on fire.

Some of the bolder greenskins tried to go forward to clean up the battlefield, only to find that every valuable canine tooth of the greenskin orcs in the flames had already been pulled out cleanly.

Even on the battlefield, not a single piece of trash was left, only a large number of tire and track tracks, all taken away by the orcs in the mist.

All of this was observed by the Farlings, and as this situation began to appear all over the planet, the legend of the Mist Boss leading the Mist Boys finally reached the ears of the orc warlord Skagor.

A six-meter-tall, furry giant walking machine, resembling a giant orc's face, was moving steadily forward, spewing black smoke.

At this moment, wearing armor designed by the orcish master, and sitting atop his super-modified furry king, the orc warlord Skago, upon hearing the news of the orcs in the mist, flew into a rage and immediately beat his favorite fart to death on the spot, then put it in his mouth and began to chew it!

"Waaagh! That damn boss in the fog! I'm going to twist his head off and hang it on my waist as a trophy!"

The orc warlord Skargol, at this moment, finally displayed extreme rage and savagery.

But in reality, anyone who knows the Greenskins should know that every Orc warlord is actually a cunning strategist. The Greenskin Orcs worship Gauche and Maoche. Gauche is cruel and cunning, while Maoche is cunning and cruel. A Greenskin without any brains cannot become a warlord.

Now, as bad news keeps piling up in space and across the ground, and as the leader of the fog suddenly appears, the green-skinned warlord Skargo clearly realizes something is wrong.

So, as the leader of the green-skinned orcs, he began to unleash a full-scale Waaagh! And under the influence of the Waaagh field, even the ordinary green-skinned boys began to roar along with their leader!

They began to grow larger and more ferocious, unafraid of pain or death.

But for some reason, the green-skinned warlord Skargo felt something was amiss.

Based on his previous experience, the leader of the fog was probably also an orc warlord from outside. It was normal for two orc warlords to collide and fight. Both orc warlords wanted to devour each other and form a larger green tide!

Skargo has actually experienced this many, many times before.

But what puzzled him this time was that the waaagh force fields between orcs should normally overlap and superimpose, meaning that you could benefit from my amplification and I could benefit from yours.

But for some reason, as the warlord leader, he couldn't sense the green waaagh signal from the other side at all!

But just as he was wondering—the fog suddenly enveloped him, and in an instant, a huge black lion's arm landed on his tank!