Chapter 205: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

While the troop grew, Lin En found his body growing too.

In three days, he shot up from two meters to nearly three meters.

His muscles became firmer, his movements more coordinated, and even his voice took on more of a Green Skin "flavor."

And Yaduoduo, the nominal Patriarch, became smarter and more cunning.

It spoke more coherently, acted more methodically, and even grew more sinister when scheming against people.

This showed they were already being influenced by the Waaagh Force Field.

The Green Skins "reckoned" Yaduoduo was Big Boss, so Yaduoduo started getting smarter.

And the Green Skins "reckoned" Lin En was a Beastman, so Lin En really started becoming more like a Beastman.

Three days later, the Green Skin transport ship responsible for collecting goods arrived.

Every so often, Sikug Ranch would welcome a grain-collecting cargo ship.

They would hand over at least eighty percent of their Sigu Meat production, as food for the operation of Kal II.

It was a dilapidated cargo ship cobbled together from scrap iron, parked crookedly on the open ground in the center of the ranch.

The hatch opened, and a Beastman Big Guy jumped down, followed by dozens of fully armed Ork Boyz.

It looked left and right, didn't see Lao Can Tui, only saw a one-and-a-half-meter Grot standing at the very front.

That Grot wore a purple Ninja Fu, with a Cloud Coil Forehead Protector tied on its forehead.

The Big Guy furrowed his brow, somewhat displeased, "Where's Lao Can Tui?"

Yaduoduo stepped forward and saluted with clasped fists.

"Lao Can Tui has already been defeated by me; now this pasture is decided by me, Yaduoduo."

The Big Guy clearly hadn't reacted yet, then it laughed heartily.

"You? A Grot? Defeated Lao Can Tui?"

It looked down at Yaduoduo, like looking at an ant, "You fucking kidding me?"

The Ork Boyz behind it also laughed, laughter rising and falling, sounding especially grating on the open ground.

Yaduoduo didn't laugh; it just stood there.

But suddenly, hundreds of Ork Boyz dressed in purple clothes emerged behind it.

Like a patch of psychedelic mist.

The Big Guy's smile froze on its face; it looked at those Ork Boyz, as if understanding something.

Yaduoduo said nothing; it just stood there, waiting for the Big Guy to react on its own.

The Big Guy swallowed, it wasn't stupid; then it cleared its throat, its tone softening considerably.

"Uh, Lao Can Tui is dead; you being the foreman, that's indeed no problem."

Green Skin Society, after all—the strongest is Big Boss.

"But the higher-ups might not agree; letting a...... Grot be the foreman."

His tone was somewhat awkward, as if really considering for the Big Boss above.

"I understand what you mean." Yaduoduo had long been prepared for this.

It waved its hand, and the lackeys behind it began moving boxes onto the Big Guy's transport ship.

They kept moving until the tenth box, then stopped.

The Big Guy furrowed his brow, about to speak, when a subordinate leaned to its ear and whispered a few words.

The Big Guy's expression instantly became wonderful.

It quickly walked to a box and lifted the lid.

A box full of Premium Big Teeth, exuding an alluring gloss.

It covered the lid, turned to look at Yaduoduo, its face already piled with smiles.

"Promising! I'm optimistic about you!"

Yaduoduo smiled on its face, but its heart was dripping blood.

That was ten boxes of Premium Teeth; Lao Can Tui's savings accumulated for so long, one-third gone in one go.

But it didn't show it; it knew these teeth were worth spending.

The Big Guy collected enough Sigu Meat, took those lackeys aboard the ship.

Before leaving, it glanced back at Yaduoduo and said a meaningful sentence:

"I'll put in a good word for you with Big Boss Chandler."

The ship left; on the open ground only those purple figures remained, and Yaduoduo standing at the very front.

Yaduoduo turned to look at Lin En, "Soon."

"They'll come back to conscript troops; the front line is tense, we have so many Beastmen here, they won't let this go."

Lin En nodded, but that was exactly what he wanted.

Finally able to go to Kal II openly and aboveboard.

But Yaduoduo and Lin En both knew they couldn't just go like this.

Even if used as cannon fodder to fill the line, that would still be fine.

He feared being made a laborer or some kind of logistics post; for the Green Skins, not being able to fight meant no chance of promotion.

That naturally wasn't a good post.

So Yaduoduo started spending money; it found those wandering merchants drifting around Kal II.

It bought a large batch of armor and weapons, and at the same time dug out Lao Can Tui's remaining inventory.

Finally it gathered three hundred sets of standard Ork Boyz gear, plus a pile of miscellaneous thrown items and ammunition.

By the time everything was gathered, Lao Can Tui's inventory was nearly bottomed out.

Three days later, the Big Guy who came to collect the goods arrived again.

This time behind it followed an Ork Boyz of clearly higher status, wearing fine Green Skin Power Armor, holding a Big Boom Gun in its left hand.

It wasted no words, and as soon as it came up said to Yaduoduo: "Count out five hundred Ork Boyz, come with me."

Yaduoduo's heart tightened, and it probed: "What post?"

The Big Guy ignored it, as if it hadn't heard.

Yaduoduo wasn't in a hurry; it called its underlings to bring up several crates of teeth.

The Big Guy glanced at them, still saying nothing.

Yaduoduo gritted its teeth, and again signaled its underlings to bring up several more crates of teeth.

This time the Big Guy's lips finally moved, and it opened its mouth: "Outer Shipyard, stand guard."

Yaduoduo breathed a sigh of relief on the surface, but was very disappointed inside.

"Outer Shipyard? Not bad, hahaha~~~"

The Big Guy heard the subtext in its words, and snorted:

"Want to go to the Front Line? You don't have enough weight."

The ship left, taking away five hundred Ork Boyz at the same time.

The leader was not Lin En, but Dou Dou.

Lin En didn't go; he had Dou Dou take those Ork Boyz from the Pasture to go mix around a bit, and gather information on the side.

Lin En stood at the Outpost doorway, watching the ship get farther and farther away.

He knew that if they just muddled along like this, they would never achieve their goal.

He needed fame, more fame!

The Fire Shadow Clan was now just a small gang hanging around Sikug Ranch; in the eyes of those Big Guys, they didn't count for anything.

To make a name, they had to fight.

Fight Beastmen, fight humans, fight any opponent they could fight.

But now they didn't even have a decent opponent.

Other Sikug Ranches? All full of weaklings, too weak; even if they won, no one would take it seriously.

And those Big Guys with flying ships? Too strong, they couldn't beat them.

Lin En was somewhat worried; he began to understand why those Green Skins always wanted to launch a grand waaaagh.

Unable to think of a method, he walked out of the Outpost and wandered around the Pasture to relieve his boredom.

The Squigs grunted and squealed in the Fence, the weaklings busily worked, and the Ork Boyz lazily basked in the moonlight.

Everything was normal.

Suddenly, Lin En walked up to a Fence and stopped his footsteps.

Inside the Fence were two Red Siguge; their whole bodies were red, their tempers were violent, and they could breathe fire.

But the meat itself carried a spicy flavor, generally used as seasoning.

An unlucky weakling feeder accidentally fell into the Fence.

It screamed, desperately running toward the Fence exit.

The two Squigs noticed it, and at the same time lowered their heads, charging at it.

The weakling ran very fast, its two short little legs spinning like wind-fire wheels.

The two Squigs chased behind, one on the left and one on the right, neither yielding to the other.

Finally, the one on the left was faster, and slammed into the weakling's back, knocking it flying.

The Squig that succeeded stopped, turned to look at the one that was a step slower, raised its head, and let out a proud cry.

The one that was a step slower was unconvinced, rushed up and slammed into it.

The two Squigs started fighting, fighting until the sky darkened and dust flew.

Lin En stood outside the Fence, watching this scene, when suddenly something exploded in his brain.

Green Skins all liked stimulating things; besides fighting, what was more exciting than racing?

Horse racing, car racing, racing anything that could run.

Many Green Skins' obsession with speed was engraved in their genes.

They painted things red just because "red runs faster."

So what if he held a Siguge Racing Competition?