Chapter 191: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Just as Yaduoduo was about to answer it, a gang of fart sprites appeared ahead of them.

Yaduoduo's expression changed, and it quickly grabbed a dirty piece of sackcloth from beside it, covering Lin En's head.

The movement was smooth, clearly that of an old hand.

Lin En asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"

"Don't talk! Follow me!"

Yaduoduo lowered its voice, its voice more tense than ever before.

Lin En had never seen it look like this.

This little thing that usually laughed and joked was now like a cat that had activated a spiny-backed dragon form, with all its fur standing on end.

There were seven or eight fart sprites in that gang, and the leader was a pot-bellied fellow.

Its equipment was much better than the surrounding underlings, wearing leather armor sewn with iron plates, and a sharpened machete tucked at its waist.

Around its neck hung a string of real tooth necklaces, not the kind ground from stone.

Seeing Yaduoduo, that fellow's eyes lit up, and it quickly walked over.

Afterwards, it did something Lin En did not expect: it clasped its fists in salute.

"Hey, Tooth Master, good fortune to you! Long time no see, what have you been busy with lately?"

That tone and posture were very much like those... underworld figures he had seen in his previous life.

Lin En almost thought he had transmigrated back to the old place again.

Yaduoduo also clasped its fists in return, instantly piling a hypocritical smile on its face, changing faces so fast that Lin En could only marvel.

Just now it was tense as if about to fight, now it smiled like a businessman who had met an old friend.

"What words Master Pi speaks, I dare not accept, I dare not accept."

"As for me, I'm still busy with those things, how could I compare to you, you must be making quite a bit lately, right?"

The fart sprite called "Master Pi" waved its hand:

"Didn't make much, didn't make much, just scraping by for a meal."

Its gaze fell on Lin En: "Who's this? A newcomer?"

Yaduoduo immediately stood in front of Lin En, moving naturally:

"My distant cousin, just came from outside."

"He's too ugly, afraid of scaring you, so I used the cloth to cover him."

Although Lin En's build was much sturdier than Yaduoduo's, the other party didn't think much of it at all.

In Master Pi's eyes, whoever could hang out with Yaduoduo could be any big shot?

Master Pi laughed: "Hahaha, then Tooth Master must look after this little brother of yours, don't neglect the rules."

"Alright, won't disturb your business anymore."

It clasped its fists in salute, and led its underlings away.

After walking a few steps, Lin En heard it say to its underlings, not too loud nor too soft, just enough to carry over:

"That Yaduoduo fellow, has sunk to such a state and still puts on airs."

"That thing under the cloth is probably an idiot, afraid of being seen by us and losing face."

The underlings burst into a chorus of laughter, the laughter especially grating in Yaduoduo's ears.

After the people walked far away, Yaduoduo dropped its disguise.

It gritted its teeth, its face flushed red, and the hatred in its voice almost overflowed from its throat.

"That Pi Ke! Used to play with me, not worth a fart!"

"Later, by sucking up to the fart sprite boss of this area, transferred to the Tiaotiao Sigugu Qu!"

The more it said, the angrier it got, clenching its fists tightly:

"Now it's become a small head, and doesn't put me in its eyes at all!"

"Just now it came to show off, look at its tooth chain, isn't it all from flattery!"

At this moment, in the eyes of this skinny fart sprite, there was only jealousy and reluctance.

This is what a fart sprite is, Lin En thought.

Green Skins fight for fun, for Waaagh, to prove they are the strongest.

But fart sprites are different; they are jealous, they scheme.

They have the flaws humans hate most, but none of the virtues humans use to disguise themselves.

But Yaduoduo gave him a different feeling; it seemed somewhat simple.

He lifted the sackcloth from his head and asked: "Why cover up?"

Yaduoduo only then remembered this matter, loosened its fist, and explained:

"Here, Green Skins are not allowed to appear openly; if discovered by the overseer, they will be forcibly sent to the lowest level of Kal II as slave labor."

It looked seriously at Lin En:

"Other Green Skins all agree that a Green Skin Kid grown in a place where fart sprites live is the weakest of kids."

"They are not fit for the battlefield, only fit to do the dirtiest and most tiring work."

"So you can't let others know you're a Green Skin, at least not until you have enough strength."

Lin En nodded; this logic was very Green Skin.

Those raised among Shit Sprites were surely as weak as Shit Sprites.

"But there are indeed quite a few Green Skins here," Yaduoduo continued.

"They all work as muscle for various Shit Sprite gang bosses, and they stay because they've paid off the overseers."

"That's the rule," its tone somehow carrying a world-weary air of having seen through everything.

"Money gets you to stay, no money gets you out, whether you're a Shit Sprite or a Green Skin."

Lin En thought it made sense after hearing it, and asked again:

"Then how can I legitimately and properly go to Zongbu to become a warrior?"

Yaduoduo's answer was simple and brutal:

"Build a reputation, get good gear, make everyone fear you, let them know you're not someone to mess with!"

"Only then will those patrolling Big Guys look at you properly, and only then will you have a chance to become a warrior at Zongbu."

Lin En nodded, finding this reasoning very reasonable.

In the world of Green Skins, prestige, equipment, and strength—none of the three could be missing.

He began to calculate in his brain.

Prestige could start accumulating from fighting, equipment had to be bought with teeth, this shell still needed breaking in, it was too stiff.

But all of this needed money, so he asked Yaduoduo if there was a way to earn money.

So Yaduoduo said he could first take Lin En to work, where he could earn money.

"What work?" Lin En asked.

Yaduoduo took a deep breath and spat out a title so long it was ridiculous in one breath:

"Chief Non-Polluting Item Processing Officer for Post-Meal Generated Items from the Main Food Source!"

Lin En was taken aback: "What does that do?"

When they arrived at the work place, Lin En understood.

It was shit-shoveling.

In front was a huge Squig fence, welded from thick metal scrap pipes, holding over a dozen Muscle Squigs inside.

Those muscle-bound guys paced around the pen, bumping into each other from time to time, emitting dull thuds.

Their muscles rolled under their skin, and every breath exhaled great clouds of white steam.

The ground was covered in huge piles of dung, giving off a familiar stench.

Yaduoduo handed him a shovel made of scrap iron sheets, the shovel bent and twisted, the handle covered in rust.

"Get to work! Shovel this pen clean, and today's job is done!"

Lin En took the shovel, took a deep breath, and nearly choked on that breath.

This wasn't ordinary shit-shoveling, it was shit-shoveling for Muscle Squigs.

Those irritable guys might charge over at any moment, hitting you with their heads, hitting you with their feet.

They had no fondness for shit-shoveling Shit Sprites, feeling these little guys disturbed their rest.

Sometimes they were just plain bored and wanted to find some fun.

Of course, they wouldn't be irritable all the time.

Only during the day would Muscle Squigs be irritable and restless.

But unfortunately, they didn't distinguish between day and night.