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

"Why are you howling! You losers don't look like orcs at all!" A big tech master yelled fiercely, and his assistant mechanic was so frightened that he huddled behind a metal plate holding a hammer and wrench.

The lower-status technician boys scratched their heads and looked very ugly. From time to time, they glanced sideways at the angry big technician, secretly thinking that this bad old man really talked a lot of bullshit.

"Look at this financial report!" Before the big tech master's anger was over, he held a piece of paper with drawings in his hand and showed it to the boys, "Our scrap reserves are almost empty! And those poor guys But they can't even repay the interest on the loan! They slapped their chests and shouted, "They want to twist off the head of the can and use it as an ashtray for me!"

A technician boy couldn't stand listening anymore and muttered in a low voice, "Stop talking, boss... there are too many cans and shrimps, and they can't do anything about it. Our large army is behind us. I heard that there are skeletons there." The fight was very lively.”

After hearing this, Big Tech Master finally stopped talking. He took a few steps closer, and his huge figure looked even more terrifying in the eyes of the technician boys. He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together.

In the past, this would have been a precursor to taking action. This mumbling orc would definitely receive a punch so hard that his neck would be broken, leaving only a limp head hanging down.

But now, the orcs are more civilized and cunning, and their behavior of taking action at the slightest disagreement is much less common.

"You have great ideas, brat?" Big Tech said coldly, taking out a data pad from his weird-smelling trouser pocket.

In the sound of Didi adjusting, the technician boy's face became paler and paler, because he knew that the big technician thoughtfully adjusted the interest rate of the loan for him so that he could have more Waaagh! motivation.

In this mechanic camp, all the brats and bastards owe Big Tech a loan that is impossible to repay. This is not an exception, basically all orc camps have this kind of behavior.

The orcs owe the big tech tyrants their big teeth, and the big tech tyrants owe the big tech tyrants their big teeth...layer upon layer, one ring after another.

It doesn't seem to be like this in the past. Although big teeth can be circulated, orcs can also play rogue and use their fists to get away with orders.

Uh... I can't remember clearly before, so let's just follow the current rules!

The technician boy took the bill from the big technician, his eyes widened as he looked at it in a dense circle. Soon he will be off to the battlefield Waaagh! The last wave of earning some mercenary fees, of course he had to sell his belongings to raise the fare to the battlefield.

Just when Big Tech used the loan to scare the boys so hard that they dared not breathe, an orc disguised as Alpha Agent stumbled in.

The big tech boss still remembers them. These guys have paid their dues in his realm and settled their accounts honestly.

"The stingy big tech! Our team is doomed!"

When the stingy master heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. Suppressing a smile, he pretended to be very sad and asked, "Is your fleet finished? Where is it? We'll go over to collect it right now... No, I'll give you a tow truck!"

The racing guy's bike frame is not interesting to the stingy tech guy, but the roaring engine makes him salivate. He doesn't know how to produce that thing, and he doesn't understand how these idiots who only know how to race can tinker with that kind of equipment.

"We overturned the car near the factory of the big-brained tech tycoon!"

This said, the greedy heart of the stingy master also felt hesitant. Big Tech Boss's factory was the most famous factory in this area. After it was blown up, the big tech bosses were devastated, and they all regretted why they didn't collect a lot of wool before the factory exploded.

Now the place is still very valuable, and all kinds of waste are piled up. But the big tech masters avoid it. The orc boys sent there are either dead or crazy. When they come back and ask questions, they say that the place is haunted and that something dark is watching them.

After thinking about it, the bill with the exaggerated huge deficit came to mind. Can a dark thing be more scary than a debt collection team with an iron boss?

The miserly master gritted his teeth, slammed his hand on the table and shouted. "Little brother, don't be anxious! I'll bring someone to pull the car for you right now!" He kept an eye on it and didn't mention the towing and repair fees to these anxious racing guys. He would be the lion when the car was towed back. When you have a big opening.

The size of the convoy pulled by the stingy Big Tech King is not small. After all, Big Tech King personally drives, so the pomp must be in place. The heavy scrap iron gate opened, and two garbage mountains loaded with cranes and metal boxes drove out surrounded by orc tanks. If they saw something dark and dark near the factory, the orcs would be ready to fight.

"Is this the car accident scene you're talking about?" Stingy Tech looked through the telescope and saw that the ground in the distance did have traces of a vehicle that lost control. Metal debris was scattered in the soil, still shining. The bright pit still smelled of the burnt smell of the roaring engine explosion.

No matter how you look at it, the stingy tech tycoon feels that there is no car to recycle.

"There are still cars! There are seven or eight cars running in, but they didn't brake. It will probably take a while to stop."

It's really gratifying that the orcs can clearly tell the numbers under the influence of Brother Mao. When the stingy big tech master heard this, he nodded secretly. Being able to explain the numbers clearly meant that this kid didn't lie to him.

Looking at the ruins of the factory in the distance, Da Jiba felt a little scared. He gave an order for the boys to aim the gravity tow cannon at the factory wreckage.

"What if something dark comes out!"

"Let me go if I tell you to! Otherwise my salary will be deducted!"

The orcs had no choice but to charge the cannon tremblingly, and then held the big gun in their arms. They heard many horror stories about the dark things in the camp.

That thing can bark! As long as you roar, your ears will feel as uncomfortable as being bombarded by thousands of bombs.

That thing can see! Millions of pairs of eyes burst out of a black shadow, and even the mushrooms we planted didn't have as many eyes.

that thing...

In panic, the gravity drag cannon was activated. A purple drop-shaped sphere flew towards the depths of the factory. The sphere disintegrated, releasing a huge drag force. The structure of the factory was missing the orc Waaagh! Supported by strength, it no longer retains its former strength, just like a dilapidated house that has lost its popularity due to being uninhabited for many years.

Many bolts and steel bars were torn off and then gathered towards the center of the explosion. The unbalanced structures collapsed and fell one after another, and countless smoke and dust were sucked into solid powder before they could rise into the sky.

A garbage sphere with a diameter of more than meters fell to the ground. The sound of the impact was heard far away, and then a dark shadow shot straight into the sky.