Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Chapter 217 A Little Bit of Wind and Frost (5K)

"Waaagh!"

Uluru's roar shook the mushrooms in the fields.

Uluru loves peace, but now he wants to get rid of these bad shrimps who can't farm and can only destroy!

However, just as he was about to rush into the crowd, the towering figure of the big guy blocked his way.

Uluru did not dodge, and rushed forward with a roar of waaagh, but was beheaded by a sword.

The orc's headless body ran forward for more than ten steps before collapsing to the ground, his blood soaking the mushroom field that he had carefully cared for.

The mortal warriors followed the Primarch in silence, heavily armed with flamethrowers.

Flames gushed out, and hot tongues of fire licked entire fields of mushrooms.

Charred ashes fell in the heat wave, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Wherever the orcs go, their spores are planted.

It is already difficult to eliminate the influence of the orcs on Reach, and burning a few fields is just a drop in the bucket.

But if left alone, a large number of mushrooms will break out of the ground in a few days, and they will even be more lush than they are now.

Before the Primarch arrived, the Mortal Auxilia would also clear the wild mushrooms in front of their positions to create a buffer zone.

Under the leadership of the Primarch, the mortal auxiliary army has moved out of the position and cleared the surrounding orc territory.

As long as you control the number of orcs like trimming weeds and regularly clear out the orc warbosses and orc bosses, their threat will be greatly reduced.

Even if new orcs were born, their technological level would regress back to the Stone Age.

The orcs, without a leader, will be keen on infighting, and the threat to the local area will be greatly reduced.

This is a long process, and requires monitoring the changes of the orcs throughout the process. Whenever an orc boss is born, it must be cleaned up immediately.

Otherwise, the orcs, led by the orc boss, would rush into the era of technological explosion, and in a way that humans could not understand at all, they would leap from a stone civilization to an interstellar civilization in just half a year.

In this process, more orcs will be born, more orc bosses will be born among the orcs, and warbosses will be born among the orc bosses.

Finally, under the leadership of the Orc Warboss, the Orcs will launch a massive WAAAGH across the galaxy! !

But the evolution of orcs is not without limits. The birth of powerful orc individuals must be supported by a huge number of numbers.

If an orc boy wants to become the orc boss, he must make other orc boys think he is waaagh!

If the orc boss wants to become a Warboss, he must make other orc bosses think he is waaagh, and at the same time he must obtain the blessings of Gogo and Maogo.

Lann knelt on one knee, "My Lord, the camp has been cleared."

"My Lord," Dias' voice came from the communicator, "The kill team discovered an orc camp fifty-seven kilometers northwest. It's at least five times the size of this one, and at least twelve orc bosses are engaged in a melee."

"The Kill Team speculates that a new war boss may be being nurtured there."

Dorn: "Prepare the shuttle. I will go there myself."

The Empire had previously been forced to use orbital bombardment to eliminate the Orcs, as large-scale gatherings of Orcs posed a risk of breaking through the defenses of the Mortal Auxiliary Army.

Now that the Primarch has arrived, the Empire no longer needs to violently destroy the fields.

Moreover, the cost-effectiveness of beheading is unparalleled.

A mortal can behead the orc boss at the cost of only one life, which is far cheaper than the cost of orbital bombardment.

……

"WAAAGH!"

Gru/G's fist hit the red-skinned demon's face hard, and more horned demons were appearing in the cabin one after another.

The guys behind him were already in a frenzy, picking up their axe and gun and yelling "waaaghwaaagh", they were itching to do it!

"HAHA! Gru/Gru loves to fight. Gru/Gru is the most powerful!"

Gru/G pinned the demon to the ground and hammered it, smashing its head into a ball of mud.

He grabbed the demon's arm and threw it casually, then rushed towards the demon in the corridor with a loud WAAAGH.

With the blessing of Gogo and Maogo, Gru/Ger launched the glorious WAAAGH! expedition, but the sailing process was the most boring and tedious, which would prevent him from fighting for a long time.

Orcs use a variety of totems to protect their ships. These are merely decorative, but the orcs' confidence casts a protective shield of Waaagh energy over their ships.

The orcs don't understand the principle, they just waaagh it.

Apart from the great technical masters, no one would delve into the theory of navigating in the subspace.

When a demon occasionally enters their spaceship, the surprise that comes to their doorstep will make the bored crew excited.

Every time at this time, the orcs would come in groups, roaring "waaagh", making the boring interstellar voyage extremely lively.

The demons that poured into the cabin seemed to have not expected such a warm welcome, and they were almost immediately submerged in the green frenzy.

In the chaos, the orcs picked up machetes, wrenches, teeth and even the corpses of other orcs and smashed them on the heads.

The orcs didn't know where the demons came from, what demons were, or how many demons there were.

Who cares! As long as we can have fun playing, that's all!

When the last demon was torn into pieces, the orcs, still unsatisfied, began to look at each other.

Someone roared "waaagh" first and swung his fist, but in an instant the cabin was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

They have to have some fun before the next wave of demons invades or they return to the real universe!

Gru/G didn't fight. These guys were too weak and couldn't stand up to any blow.

"I want to fight the big golden guy! Build me the biggest, fastest, loudest, most wAAAGH engine!"

Gru/G kicked open the hatch while cursing, and slammed his fist on Tech Boy's workbench while yelling "WAAAHG."

The skilled kid immediately let out a crazy scream, picked up the oil-stained axe and rushed towards the paralyzed kid in the corner.

The technical guy skillfully removed the neurotic boy's brain and stuffed it into the engine core made up of rusty pipes, exposed cables and unknown metals like installing a part.

The psycho kid was originally a backup, but the boss wants something faster and louder, so let's cram in a few more brains!

"I'm going to paint this thing red!"

The Tech Boy muttered as he grabbed a jumping Squig and prepared to use its blood to dye the engine.

As long as it is dyed red, the efficiency will definitely be further improved.

Although the loss will also increase, the technical boy still has a lot of crazy boys to use!

"No fighting, it's too boring!"

The warp made Gru/G feel uncomfortable. He squatted in the cabin, writing and drawing on the ground out of boredom.

There is no decent fighting here, and no good soil to grow mushrooms.

There was only endless whispering, but Gru/G couldn't understand anything at all. It was so annoying!

Gru/G drew an orc face and a big golden guy.

As long as the orc face defeats the big golden guy, the biggest and greenest orc face will give him a reward!

Gru is looking forward to the rumored golden giant who single-handedly kills Scarface. As long as he can kill the golden giant, he will definitely become bigger, greener and WAAAGH!

"Brother Go, when I find the big golden guy, I will fight him to the death!"

……

"Waaagh!"

The orc bosses were engaged in a bloody fight, hacking and slashing at each other.

The surrounding orc boys spontaneously formed a circle, waving their weapons excitedly to cheer for their boss.

Whenever an orc boss killed his opponent, the winner would grow bigger and greener at a speed visible to the naked eye amid the cheers of the orc boys.

The orc boy whose boss was killed also threw himself under the victor's command without any loyalty, waving the flag and cheering for the new boss.

"Look! Master Gracchus has taken down another one!"

"The boss is so big, the boss is so green, this is what a real boss looks like!"

The orc boy occasionally burst into cheers.

When they feel their boss should be bigger and greener, their boss will become bigger and greener.

Gracchus has defeated seven orc bosses in a row. His body size has increased by one third, making him a whole size larger than the other orc bosses.

The orc boys' cheers became more and more unified:

"Gracchus! Gracchus! Gracchus!"

It won't be long before Gracchus becomes the new warboss once he defeats the last three orc bosses.

Just as the orc boss was enjoying himself in the fierce melee, a fart spirit struggled to squeeze into the battle circle and screamed, "Boss, stop fighting, Xiami and the golden giant are coming to kill us!"

"What? Big golden guy?"

Gracchus knocked his opponent away with a punch, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth, his face filled with excitement and joy.

"Waaagh! You've come just in time! Kill that big guy, and I'll be the most waaagh warboss!"

"Kill the big guy! Kill the shrimp!"

The orc boys immediately burst into thunderous cheers, and the orc boss also stopped the melee. The internal strife instantly turned into a frenzy of common hatred for the enemy.

They all want to kill the big golden guy, so that they can have a chance to surpass Gracchus!

The size of all the orc bosses expanded greatly at this moment, and Gracchus was only one meter shorter than Scar the Maw.

Many Warbosses are only this big, but Gracchus isn't a Warboss yet.

He hasn't defeated all the orc bosses yet, and he hasn't killed the big golden guy either.

Only the orcs who kill the big golden guy are truly worthy of becoming the Warboss blessed by Gogogo!

"Waaagh! All you boys, follow me! Beat the shit!"

Gracchus raised his bloody, rusty iron claws, and thousands of orc boys formed a boiling green tide, rushing towards the direction of the explosions and gunshots with their big hacking swords and crudely made rifles.

The firelight from the explosion illuminated the towering figure of the golden giant, and Gracchus immediately let out an excited battle cry, "Waaagh, giant! I am Gracchus, and I want to duel with you!"

……

Dorn landed aboard seven Averus light transports with a raiding party he had recruited from the Invitian Phalanx and the Mortal Auxilia.

At the same time, the troop transport ship in orbit also accurately airdropped a reorganized group of extraterritorial warriors to the current coordinates.

The foreign warriors equipped with gravity parachutes descended from the sky like divine soldiers, and engaged in fierce firefights with the surrounding orcs the moment they landed.

Dorne's transport ship landed directly in the center of the battlefield. Although the mortal transport ship had poor protection, the orcs' muskets were not very powerful either.

The hatch burst open, and the Primarch's majestic figure rushed into the herd like golden thunder.

It was difficult for mortals to see his sword swings, but every blow he made could cut down large swathes of orcs.

The guards tried their best to keep up with the Primarch and play their due role as guards.

Every time they struggled to clear an area, more orcs would come from all directions, filling every inch of space in front of them.

They could only watch in despair as the Primarch was surrounded by the Orks.

"Keep the formation! Don't panic, I don't need any rescue!"

Dorn's voice came over the communication channel. He could see that the guards were extremely anxious and didn't want them to lose their composure.

The outlander warriors assembled in standard tactical squads, using a blazing fire net to harvest the charging orcs in large numbers.

The heavy weapons team set up heavy incendiary guns and plasma guns to specifically snipe those orc elites who were obviously larger in size.

The mortal auxiliary army offset the orcs' huge numerical advantage with sophisticated tactical coordination and seized the initiative on the battlefield in a very short time.

Dorn's gaze passed over the large group of orcs and fell on the largest orc boss.

He could understand the orcs' language, and he chose to take the initiative to fight.

"Come!"

Dorn stepped forward silently, gradually turning it into a charge.

A tide of Ork Boyz howled as they leaped over the Primarch, charging towards the Imperial lines with their cleavers and lances raised.