Chapter 190: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

This was a gremlin about one point two meters tall, skin and bones, wearing tattered rags.

Its face was dirty, but its eyes were bright, shining with a gremlin's characteristic shrewdness.

Most noticeable was the string of "tooth necklaces" hanging around its neck,

and if you looked closely, you'd see they were imitation beastman teeth, ground from some kind of yellow stone.

The gremlin let go of his arm and began scolding Lin En.

"Are you stupid or what!"

Its accent was strange, speaking Gothic in a jumbled way, but Lin En could barely understand.

"That's Muscle Sikug's territory, why did you run in there!"

While speaking, it waved its arms and legs, trying to use body language to convey the seriousness of the matter.

"Those guys are hot-tempered, they'll hit whoever they bump into!"

Halfway through speaking, it swallowed.

"But the texture is also very good, I've eaten it once, so fragrant!"

Lin En looked down at this little thing about half his own height, scratching the back of his head.

Then he opened his mouth: "Thank you."

Yaduoduo was stunned.

It had lived this long, and had never been thanked by a "big guy."

In Green Skin Society, gremlins were punching bags, cannon fodder, expendable items that could be sacrificed at any time.

No beastman would thank a gremlin.

They would only be scolded, beaten, thrown out as cannon shells and bait.

But this big guy in front of him actually said thank you to it?

"Hehe..."

A surprised and flattered smile appeared on Yaduoduo's face.

Then it puffed up its shriveled chest and began introducing itself.

"I'm Yaduoduo!"

In Green Skin Society, teeth are hard currency.

It pointed to the string of false teeth around its neck, waving its arms and legs.

"Look at my necklace! These are all my trophies! Every one represents an enemy I defeated!"

While speaking, it bared its teeth and claws, striking various battle postures.

Although those postures looked more like a clown performing.

Lin En seriously looked at those false teeth, without making a sound.

Those "teeth" were obviously ground from stone, all the same size and shape, clearly mass-produced "decorations."

Similar in nature to the gold necklaces worn by those fake big shots in his previous life.

But Yaduoduo spoke very seriously, pride flashing in its eyes.

"My dream!"

It continued speaking, straightening its waist, trying to make itself look taller.

"To become the richest gremlin!"

"When I have lots and lots of teeth, I'll buy lots of Sigu Meat, eat three meals a day! And drive the coolest war chariot!"

It looked at Lin En, full of longing in its eyes.

"Do you think I can achieve my dream?"

Lin En looked at this scrawny gremlin and casually nodded.

"Yeah, I think no problem."

He suddenly felt that this infiltration quest might be more interesting than he imagined.

"What's your name?" Yaduoduo asked happily.

Lin En was stunned for a moment; he hadn't thought about this question.

He looked at his own hands, thinking about the Fang Clan's positioning and what he was going to do next.

So he thought of a name.

"One Against Seven." He said, "My name is One Against Seven."

After thinking, he inexplicably added a sentence:

"My dream is to create a brand new clan and become the strongest warboss!"

Yaduoduo listened to Lin En's grand ideal, hardly able to believe it.

This weird-looking guy actually had such ambition?

But then it nodded seriously.

"Yeah! You're very ambitious!"

It actually believed him.

Lin En never expected that the casual boast he blew would actually be believed by this gretchin.

But Yaduoduo's expression was very serious.

In its view, what was wrong with a guy who dared enter Muscle Sikug's Dingxi wanting to be a warboss?

I could even want to be the richest gretchin.

"Then you follow me and hang out!" It patted its shriveled chest.

"I'll cover you!"

Lin En watched this gretchin, only half his own height, fall silent.

But he still nodded.

"Okay."

Perhaps not expecting Lin En to actually agree, Yaduoduo looked very excited.

Through the system, Lin En saw Yaduoduo's Affection Level rise from 2 to 8 points.

This was also where Lin En's confidence lay.

Even if not bound as a Target of Attack, he could still see the Affection Level of some weak targets.

He believed that as long as enough gretchin Affection Level reached the standard, he could become a "true gretchin."

So Lin En began following Yaduoduo into a "Green Skin Life."

To be precise, it was a gretchin-style life.

No battle, no planning any grand conspiracy, just purely drifting through the days.

Like a newborn gretchin, blanking his mind, observing, learning, adapting.

This was much harder than he had imagined.

In his previous life he was a Warhammer 40,000 otaku, and his understanding of Green Skins came mostly from books and Data Slates.

He knew they loved fighting, loved Waaagh, loved painting everything in various colors, because that would grant them various effects.

But only truly being among them did he discover that theory was always shallow.

The Green Skin world had a complete set of logic, just completely different from humans'.

They didn't speak of efficiency and rules, nor anything humans considered "normal."

But their logic was self-consistent.

The biggest fist spoke, whoever was Waaagh enough became Big Boss, whoever could fight the most was right.

Lin En needed to first understand this world before he could change this world.

So he honestly followed Yaduoduo, acting as a gretchin lackey.

Yaduoduo also pretentiously brought his new little brother to familiarize himself with the environment.

From Yaduoduo's mouth, Lin En learned the basic situation of the Pasture.

Inside this Pasture, there were basically only gretchins and Squigs.

The top leadership was a crippled, discharged Beastman Big Guy overseer, plus a small number of Ork Boyz.

The overseer rarely showed up; it was said he came out only once a week, collected the "Teeth," and then went back.

Daily work was entirely managed by the gretchins themselves, forming a strange self-sufficient ecology.

Like most Green Skin Society, there were cliques here too.

The various gretchin gangs fought over the easiest, most profitable work, or the fattest Squig park.

Where there were people, there was the jianghu, only here the jianghu followed Green Skin rules.

Whoever had the hardest fist and the most lackeys could occupy the best Dingxi.

And the park where Lin En and Yaduoduo were was specifically responsible for raising Muscle Sikugs.

They were the most irritable, most dangerous, and hardest to serve breed.

Those muscle-bound guys would bump into whoever they saw; raising them required constant vigilance against being attacked.

According to Yaduoduo, the number of gretchins trampled to death by Muscle Sikugs that he had personally witnessed was no fewer than ten.

Gretchin from other parks would detour when passing here, for fear of being eyed by those Muscle Sikugs.

Lin En thus inferred that Yaduoduo's social status must be very low.

"Let me tell you," Yaduoduo said while walking and giving Lin En a lesson, his tone carrying a "been-there" pride.

"The Big Boss here is 'Lao Can Tui,' formerly a Big Guy."

"Later his leg was blown off in battle with Shrimp, and he was thrown here to be an overseer."

It lowered its voice and said mysteriously:

"Heard he used to be formidable, one man could fight ten Shrimp."

"Now although lame, just relying on that unbroken leg, he could kick one gretchin at a time; you must absolutely not provoke him."

Lin En nodded; in the Green Skin world, besides hard power, Prestige was equally important.

"He doesn't manage much, but comes once a month to collect 'Teeth.'"

"Those who don't pay enough will be thrown into the Shark Mouth Gugu circle."

Yaduoduo said, shivering with an Ice Cold Tremble, as if recalling some bad Memory.

Lin En asked: "Then how can one get out of here?"