Chapter 200: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

They were naturally simple-minded, loved fighting, loved boasting, loved eating; playing Green Skins was practically a gift from heaven.

Dou Dou raised his hand first, saying he could handle it.

The other Ogryns all chimed in, "What's so hard about this? We're best at playing fools."

Lin En looked at their serious expressions, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Lin En made it clear beforehand: obey the female voice's commands in his head, and improvise at other times.

When those Ogryns heard they were to play Green Skins, they were all fired up, wishing they could rush into the Green Skin crowd right now and start a fight.

And that big guy was the one Dou Dou was controlling.

This fellow was two point six meters tall in reality, and now controlling a two point three meter Green Skin, he felt too short, very depressed.

But he obeyed Lin En's orders one hundred percent, so he could only endure it.

But Yaduoduo didn't know any of this; he only knew he had won a one-versus-seven.

Seeing those Green Skins obediently submitting to Lin En, Yaduoduo's back straightened considerably.

These were over thirty Ork Boyz, each tall and burly, looking very capable of fighting!

He stood beside Lin En, puffed out his chest, feeling extremely imposing now.

He even began to fantasize that when A Wu arrived, he would lead these thirty-plus Ork Boyz charging out,

beat A Wu's people into a panicked rout, and then the whole Pasture would know the name of Yaduoduo.

Holding onto beautiful fantasies, the two returned to the Outpost.

The next day, Little Dot's funding arrived.

Two full boxes of teeth, nearly double the last time.

Because this time Little Dot gave Yaduoduo the wages for exactly three Fences.

The box lid opened, and a boxful of teeth emitted an alluring gloss in the sunlight; no Green Skin could remain unmoved by this.

But Yaduoduo stood before the box, looking at those teeth, and couldn't bring himself to be happy.

He knew too well that these teeth weren't so easy to swallow.

A Wu's Dingxi had been given to him, and the wages that should have gone to A Wu were also given to him; it was clearly telling A Wu,

Your things were robbed, you handle it yourself.

This wasn't a reward, it was "using another's knife to kill."

Yaduoduo recalled the words Lin En had spoken, feeling they were very fitting at this moment.

Little Dot's move was ruthless enough; without lifting a finger himself, he could probe whether there were Beastmen behind Yaduoduo.

If Yaduoduo relied on Beastmen to hold out, that would also verify his guess.

If he couldn't hold out, then Yaduoduo couldn't remain this cadre, and there were plenty of people to take his place.

A lackey beside him edged closer and said cautiously:

"Lord Ya, why not... return these teeth to A Wu?"

"I heard A Wu's side is already gathering men, over two hundred, all armed with blades. Our foundation isn't stable yet; there's no need to clash head-on."

The lackey kept talking, his voice growing softer and softer, because he saw Yaduoduo's expression getting uglier and uglier.

Yaduoduo was silent for a while, then he refused.

"Return? Why return? The Dingxi was given by Big Boss, and the wages were also allocated by Big Boss; why return?"

He straightened his body, one point five meters tall, but his tone was very hard.

"The Green Skin Flesh at the mouth—why would there be any reason to spit it out?"

"Let it come; it's just right that it comes. In front of everyone, tell them."

"This Dingxi is mine, Yaduoduo's!" The lackeys exchanged glances, not daring to advise further.

They didn't know where Yaduoduo got his confidence, but looking at his appearance, he didn't seem to be boasting.

Yaduoduo walked around the Outpost once, not seeing that purple figure.

He went to where Lin En slept to find him, and saw Lin En lying there, motionless.

Even his sleeping posture was the same as yesterday.

"One versus seven? One versus seven!" Yaduoduo pushed Lin En, but there was no reaction.

Yaduoduo felt something was wrong, and pushed hard several more times, still no reaction.

Lin En still had breath, but it was as if he had lost his soul; no matter how they called, he wouldn't wake.

Yaduoduo's heart began to sink, as if a stone was pressing on it, growing heavier and heavier.

"One versus seven!!!" He refused to give up, calling again and again, but Lin En still didn't wake.

Yaduoduo slumped to the ground, his mind a complete blank.

What could be worse than, at a critical moment, the big boss in the team crashing?

At this moment, Yaduoduo felt the sky was falling, as if A Wu would soon bring people to chop him into mincemeat.

At the same time, aboard the Peak Black Radiance in Space, Lin En was standing on the Bridge, listening to news from the Battlefield ahead.

They had just entered the Area near Kal II, and happened to encounter the Chandler Fleet attacking the Luna Fleet.

The battle between the Luna Fleet and Chandler had entered white-hot intensity, with the Feng Niu Hao madly ramming the Precept Ruler.

The Green Skin's warships charged at Luna's Fleet like starving wolves, wave after wave.

He had to commit the Expedition Fleet, or Luna's Fleet wouldn't last the day.

Lin En glanced at the timer, knowing Yaduoduo might be in trouble over there, but this side was more urgent.

"Ya Ye! Ya Ye!" a lackey tumbled in, his face pale, legs trembling.

"A Wu's brought people! Over two hundred, already at the Debris Pile on the West Side, at most a quarter-hour until they're here!"

The lackey finished speaking, collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

Yaduoduo stood up, glanced at Lin En still asleep, then at the Doorway, and took a Deep Breath.

Yaduoduo stood at the Outpost Doorway, cradling his Hand Cannon.

He could now easily lift this heavy Hand Cannon.

He checked the Bao Dan, confirming it was full.

Actually Yaduoduo wanted to run, taking those Tooth with him, running where the little ones couldn't find him, where A Wu couldn't catch up.

But he couldn't run, and mustn't run.

He'd finally climbed to this position—how could he just run like that?

Finally he gritted his teeth and steeled himself.

He brought his fart-spirit lackeys to outside the Outpost, preparing to meet A Wu.

Yaduoduo stood at the Outpost Doorway, ordering everyone to assemble.

His voice quickly spread through the vast Outpost.

The fart-spirits hiding in the Corner shuffled out, heads down, looking around everywhere.

Usually one hundred and fifty-one wage-earning thugs drew pay, but this time fewer than a hundred showed up.

Those who didn't come were either hiding in their Wu Bao faking illness, or had already fled in the chaos.

Yaduoduo swept a glance over the empty spots, didn't curse them out, just looked at those who stayed and nodded.

He'd climbed up from the Slum, knew these Wall Head Grass types all too well.

When there was profit they crushed each other's heads to get in; when there was trouble they ran faster than anyone.

This kind of person couldn't be kept, and wasn't worth keeping.