Chapter 206: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The more Lin En thought about this plan, the more promising it seemed.

He turned and ran back to the Outpost, where he found Yaduoduo.

"Yaduoduo! I've got a plan!"

Yaduoduo was doing the accounts, and his excitement startled it. "What plan?"

Since meeting Lin En, it had rarely seen him this excited.

"Squig Racing!" Lin En poured out his idea like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Turn those low-yield fences into a racing track, let the Beastmen ride Squigs in a race, and see who's faster and crazier!"

"By then, we'll be famous all over Kal II, and we can open a betting ring on the side and make a killing!"

After hearing him out, Yaduoduo thought it sounded unreliable.

Everyone had seen Squigs—what was interesting about racing them?

But looking at Lin En's excited face, it still said, "Let's try it first?"

Lin En had already calmed down: "Yeah, let's try it first. Let our Pasture people give it a shot and see how it works!"

That afternoon, Lin En began scouting a location.

He picked a low-yield fence on the east side of the Pasture, had his men move the Squigs inside elsewhere, then tore down and rebuilt the fence.

Curves, straights, obstacles—not one could be missing.

Yaduoduo stood by watching, still feeling doubtful.

Lin En stood in the center of the Racing Track, watching the busy Beastmen, calculating how to make the race more explosive.

That night, the first waaaaghGP (Squig Racing) officially kicked off at Huo Ying Mu Chang.

Lin En didn't force everyone to come watch, so there weren't many spectators.

A few dozen Gretchin stood scattered along both sides of the Racing Track, yawning, picking their noses, and even asking "What is this for?"

No one knew what this was, not even the participants themselves.

They only knew to follow Big Boss's one-vs-seven rules: first place gets ten teeth.

There were only ten participants: seven Ork Boyz and three Gretchin who volunteered.

They rode their chosen Squigs to the Starting Line, lined up in a messy row.

Some Squigs were digging at the ground, or simply lying down asleep.

A Gretchin rode a Squig as fat as a ball, its two legs couldn't reach the ground, wobbling back and forth.

Another Beastman rode a spiky Squig, sitting with gritted teeth, but refused to get off no matter what.

Because it was the only one willing to let it ride.

A Gretchin in referee clothes stood on a Platform beside the Starting Line, holding a flag.

He glanced at the misshapen participants, sighed, then announced the race was about to begin.

After three gunshots, the flag dropped.

"waaaaagh!!!"

Ten Squigs charged out at the same time.

Some ran fast, some stopped after two steps to eat Debris by the roadside, and one even ran straight in the opposite direction.

But one Squig took the lead.

It was a Bomb Squig, bright red all over, launching into the sky on the impact of explosions.

The Gretchin on its back gripped the Reins tightly, its expression gradually changing from fear to excitement.

"I'm first! I'm first!"

It looked back—the other competitors were all left behind, the nearest one dozens of body lengths away.

It thought victory was certain.

Close behind were several Hunting Squigs.

This was the choice of most participants: slender build, powerful limbs, good at raiding.

They ran fast and steady, and would be the popular breed on future tracks.

A Beastman rode a Hunting Squig, staring fixedly at the Bomb Squig ahead, eyes full of fighting spirit.

There was also a Gretchin riding a War Boar Squig, which was one size larger than a normal Squig and made the ground tremble when it ran.

Lin En rode a Muscle Squig, following unhurriedly in the middle of the pack.

That fellow was all brawn and not fast, but Lin En hadn't chosen it for speed.

The first curve arrived.

The Bomb Squig slowed for the turn, and the Hunting Squigs behind seized the chance to close in.

Lin En's eyes lit up. He drew a stick from his waist, aimed at an Ork Boyz's head nearby, and swung down.

The Beastman shrieked, tumbled off the Squig's back, and rolled on the ground several times.

It got up, cursing at Lin En's back, but could no longer catch up.

With that one blow, the scene changed instantly.

The competitors in the middle seemed to have received some signal, and they all drew their prepared weapons.

Clubs, wrenches, iron pipes, iron chains—brawling passionately.

A Beastman smashed a gretchin's head with a wrench beside him; the gretchin tilted, nearly falling off.

But that gretchin clung tightly to the reins and struck back with a club on the Beastman's arm.

Another gretchin ambushed from behind, but the Beastman kicked him away, man and Squig tumbling into the bushes beside them.

The spectators' cheers exploded.

So this race isn't a ranking system, but an elimination system?

Hit! Hit! Hit!

Those scattered gretchin suddenly perked up, howling as they crowded toward the edge of the Racing Track.

"Hit his head!", "Kick his ass!", "Yes, just like that!"

Entering the brawl phase, Lin En's advantage began to show.

Muscle Sikug was sturdy and strong, with an edge in fighting.

It charged headfirst into the crowd, shoving two Beastmen aside, then swept a gretchin off its feet with its tail.

Lin En rode on its back, one person facing three opponents at once, holding his own.

He flourished his club, striking left and right, sending nearby racers staggering, looking very imposing.

The Racing Track entered the muddy swamp stage.

It was a swamp, mud up to the knees, hiding dozens of Zhao Si Si Gu Ge inside.

Those crocodile-like things, covered in mud, showing only two eyes, swam back and forth in the mud.

The racers had to guard against others while also watching out for these guys.

A Beastman rode a Shou Lie Si Gu Ge into the swamp, speed immediately slowing; the Squig was stuck in the mud and couldn't move at all.

A Zhao Si Si Gu Ge darted out from the side, bit the Squig's leg in one mouthful; the Squig shrieked, threw the Beastman off, and ran away itself.

The Beastman struggled in the mud, then was trampled by the racers behind, life or death unknown.

That leading Zha Dan Si Gu Ge burned out in the swamp.

Its burst was strong, but after the fuel ran out it clearly lacked staying power.

When it reached the swamp stage, it was already panting heavily, and the gretchin had to get down and push it along.

Because Lin En had clearly stipulated that the Squig and the chosen person had to cross the finish line together to win.

The Shou Lie Si Gu Ge behind caught up, and a Beastman Grot knocked a gretchin on the ground flying with a bench.

That gretchin flipped twice in the air, slapped into the mud with a whack, splashing a large patch of mud.

Just then, a gretchin riding a Zhan Zhu Si Gu Ge felt something in the swamp.

It fished a rocket launcher out of the mud, dirty, but still looked usable.

Yaduoduo had just squeezed to the edge of the Racing Track and saw this scene, exclaiming:

"It's still an item race?!"