Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

As if laughing, the strong orc kept attacking the sergeant with the ax in his hand. Under such a fierce attack, the sergeant had no choice but to use the laser gun in his hand to stop the orc's ax attack.

I don't know whether I should be grateful for the durability of the laser gun or whether I should be grateful that the orc's weapon is not as sharp and deadly as imagined. This laser gun, which was temporarily used as a blocking weapon, successfully blocked several attacks from the axe.

But the cracks that kept appearing on the gun were telling the sergeant that the gun wouldn't last long.

"Damn it!" The sergeant was a little angry. If he hadn't been caught off guard by this orc kid, he wouldn't have been so passive. But it's a pity that these powerful and powerful savage creatures seemed to have no control over each step. Even when he was tired, he never stopped swinging the ax vigorously.

Kara!

A different sound came, and the ax was completely embedded in the body of the laser gun. After silently apologizing to the laser gun and its sacred machine spirit, the sergeant quickly let go of his hand, allowing this temporary melee weapon to be taken away by the orc's axe.

"Huh?" Looking at the laser gun that suddenly appeared on his axe, the orc was a little stunned. His first reaction was to remove the thing embedded in the ax blade.

The sergeant finally stopped when he saw the orc's movements, then took out the tactical dagger from his waist and quickly got close to him.

Bend the body, one hand is against the back of the dagger, and the other hand is holding it tightly, using all the strength of the body from bottom to top. As the body unfolds, the dagger moves from the orc It penetrates the chin and emerges from the skull.

But the orc who had his brain pierced was still alive and kept standing. The sergeant put his foot on the orc's abdomen and kicked hard. The dagger broke out from under the orc's face, and the flesh, blood and brain inside were also It flowed out from the vertical wound of the dagger.

The orc was kicked to the ground, but his hands were still shaking. These things could still maintain a certain combat capability after suffering injuries that could kill an Imperial soldier several times.

"What the hell!" the sergeant spat, not caring about the orc who was already on the verge of death, and looked over his body to see the soldier's condition.

"Hey! Wake up! Boy! Can you still move?"

"Huchi... Huchi..." The soldier who was knocked down against the wall of the trench spat out a mouthful of blood and replied with great difficulty, "Sir... I don't think I can stand up anymore..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you will survive. Look at me! Look at me!" The sergeant held the soldier's tilted head with his hand and asked him to look at him with his eyes wide open. Once he fell asleep in this terrible place, , I really will never wake up again.

"Waaagh!" More orcs shouted, which made the sergeant's back break into cold sweat. From this sound, he could tell that these voices were so close.

Looking back, I saw four or five orcs surrounding the two of them, weighing blood-stained weapons in their hands and looking at them with dangerous eyes.

"Hey! There are only two shrimps, and one of them looks like he can still fight! The other one is a weakling who is about to die. I think our dinner is settled today."

The sergeant couldn't understand what they were talking about, but he knew that the orcs never had anything nice to say. He picked up the soldier's laser gun and pointed it at the location of the orcs.

"This Xiami still wants to fight! Okay, okay! I'll go first!"

An orc accepted the sergeant's invitation. He decided to chop the little shrimp to death and keep the head, hanging on his waist as a decoration.

"Emperor! I tried my best..." The sergeant hugged the gun in his hand tightly, preparing for the last fight.

"Old Death Eye! It's Old Death Eye!" came the panicked orc voice, and then a group of orcs held their heads and crossed the ditch and ran towards the direction they came from.

Those were the old orcs who were attacking Hades's nest, and the orcs surrounding the sergeant were the new orcs who had just arrived from Halesridge Port.

"What are those bastards talking about? Are they old and blind?"

"I heard this story in the garbage mountain. It's a weird story. It's said to be a 'stomach-shocking' fighter with fierce claws. I think it was made up by stupid boys who don't know how to fight..."

Before he finished speaking, the orc who was still saying that Old Death Eye was a lie had his head blown to pieces and then fell headlong into the trench.

"What a hairy green mushroom!" An orc covered his mouth with one hand and pointed in a direction with one hand, his eyes filled with emotions of horror, envy, and admiration.

About a few hundred meters away from them, a "Shockweaker" with super cool and super obvious power claws was chasing a large group of orcs. From time to time, some orcs suddenly fell down.

"Is old age and death eyes real?" He said to himself for the first time with a little disbelief.

"It's true that old age and death are real." The second repetition was mixed with the feeling of recognizing reality.

"The old dead eye is real!" The third shout represents the excitement of witnessing a macho man!

The orcs from Halesridge Port ignored the sergeant and the seriously injured Xiami. It was too boring to bully them. A Waaagh-worthy orc can only grow up by fighting with bigger and more powerful guys. Have you ever seen a bastard who bullies assholes every day turn into something useful?

Obviously not! Now we orcs who have just had a fight with Xiaoshuikeng Xiami are going to see if this old dead eye is really as evil as in the story.

"Waaagh!" The guy who seemed to be the little leader of the orcs rushed forward, firing and roaring again and again, attracting the old dead eye's attention.

All he saw was that the old man in a coat with orc blood stains all over his body turned his head towards him. His eyes covered by the brim of his hat were a shadow. He couldn't see his eyes, but he could see the angry expression on his face. Just complete that angry face.

"I remember, they said they would stare at someone until they died..."

In the eyes of the orc, the shadow under the brim of the hat became more and more terrifying and intimidating, so much so that his running speed slowed down a lot. He hesitated a little, whether he should just rush up and have a good fight, or fall down. Go too far and bully the shrimps.

But old and blind, Yarrick would not give him so much time to think.

"For the Emperor!" Yarrick's war cry resounded across the entire battlefield, even the sound of the engines of Ryder's Iron Fist squad and the Chimeras marching together made the war cry louder.

Yarrick rushed from the other end of the line to this end, killing countless green-skinned beasts along the way. He could feel that his body was constantly bursting with new vitality as he served the Emperor.

Regardless of hunger, thirst, or fatigue, wherever Yaric went, the orcs collapsed and ran away. Yaric didn't even need to go out of his way to kill the leaders. Those orcs would hold their heads and shout: "The old dead eye is coming! The old dead eye is coming!"

Arric enjoyed it all, enjoying everything in slaying his enemies for the Emperor. He felt that he was approaching the Emperor's sacred throne and fighting bloody battles for it.

He used his power claws to smash the frightened orcs rushing towards him. He had long been accustomed to doing this. The orcs he met along the way who did not escape would always be stunned in the middle of the charge. Some of them saw that their power claws were motionless. Some would run for their lives, while others would rush over hesitantly.

But Yarrick didn't care what these orcs thought of his power claws. He only cared about how many orcs he could kill and how many troops he could send into the city.

An orc was knocked away by Yaric's giant claw, and all the bones in his body were basically broken. Just as Yaric walked over and was about to learn about the beast's life, the orc in front of him who was seriously injured and fell to the ground shouted with his eyes closed. : "Don't look at me! Don't look at me! I don't want to be stared at by your eyes!"

"Stared to death?" Yarick cut off his head and narrowed his eyes, "Been stared at to death?"

"Well...it seems that I have to trouble the sage again."

Armageddon Iron Legion