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

no! I need to talk to Angron!

Don't let the orcs come to Macragge!

Guilliman immediately rushed to the Astropathic Hall and ordered the psykers inside who were studying psionic spells with the Eldar prophets to quickly contact Angron on the other side of the galaxy for him.

"Since this is your wish." The Eldar prophet saluted Guilliman, with a lot of helplessness on his face. There are also a large number of people in the Eldar who have quite a lot of opinions about the wedding of Guilliman and Ifreni.

"You do it."

A psyker with a simple drawing of a mouth on his forehead stood up and extended his psychic energy into the subspace to communicate with the distant world.

Psionics are rare in the vast galaxy. If Angron does not have a reliable psyker around him, or if he himself does not want to communicate, this psychic communication will only end in failure.

But fortunately, the psyker still found a strong spiritual energy fluctuation. However, from the physical point of view, this fluctuation was not owned by humans and elves, but was covered with a wild green light.

Just when the psyker was hesitating whether he should connect to the orc's psionic energy, he instead took the initiative to connect with the psyker's psionic energy irresistibly.

"Crooked? That bastard called me?"

"Uh...this is Macragge. Lord Guilliman wants to talk to Lord Angron."

"What is it? Your boss wants to see me, Goron? Okay, let me see if I, Goron, are free."

The nervous boy pinched the exposed left half of his brain with his hand, and then shook a hand-cranked telephone box on the table made of wood and a few pieces of scrap iron.

After a while, I, Goron's voice, came from the phone box, "What do you want from me? I'm very busy now."

"I, Boss Goron, a boss named Ji Liman wants to talk to you."

"Mu Liman? I think it's Guilliman, right?" My Gronn's pronunciation is more standard than that of the nervous boy, and his mind is smarter. "Isn't he going to hold a wedding with Bean Sprouts? Don't be busy doing it. Why did Cold Bean Sprouts call me?"

"Then who knows..."

......

Seeing that the Astropath was silent for a long time, Guilliman lost his patience and asked, "Have you been contacted? If so, what will the other party say?"

"Well..." The Astropath's expression became very wonderful, and he suppressed a smile because he was in awe of Guilliman, "He asked you why you called him if you didn't make cold bean sprouts."

"What?" Guilliman was stunned at first, and then his face quickly turned red. The Eldar prophet who was watching the show curled his lips in embarrassment and cursed the monkeys for being so bold and unrestrained in expressing their love.

Guilliman felt uncomfortable being looked at, and immediately asked if psychic communication could allow him to talk directly to me, Gronn, instead of clumsily listening to the astropath's transmission.

The Eldar Seer sighed and said that he could do this, but...

"Nothing, please do it quickly." The politeness carried the toughness of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, and the Eldar Prophet was too lazy to explain.

Since you want the conversation to be completely exposed to the ears of subspace beings such as God-Emperor Isa, then I have no responsibility to prevent you from committing stupidity due to eagerness.

Psychic spells were constructed, and a window of communication opened in Guilliman's soul, directly connecting to my Gronn's location through the subspace.

"Angron!" Guilliman shouted seriously, hoping to be treated seriously by Angron.

"Why are you shouting so loudly!" I, Goron, clasped his ears and was very dissatisfied with Guilliman's attitude. "If you are so rude, you are so rude, I will go crazy."

Upon hearing this authentic orc language, Guilliman was stunned for a moment, and then understood the current situation. Anyway, he was looking for Angron to dissuade me, Gronn, from bringing orcs to Macragge.

"Orcs, I hope you understand this. Macragge does not welcome your arrival."

"Why?" I, Gelong, frowned, "Everything should have a reason. Why don't you even want the money?"

Guilliman did not expect the orcs to speak so politely, and was speechless for a moment, "Because you are orcs, the embodiment of war and barbarism, and you will only leave monuments of your wars wherever you pass."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I, Goron, frowned and looked aside. He was taking his orc boy to compete with the shrimps on the planet to see who could pull out the most fungi. How did he get here? Guilliman's mouth became the embodiment of war.

I, Goron, had enough of this kind of discrimination against the orcs, so he put the mushroom basket on his waist on the ground, waved his two big hands in front of himself, "I said you stop first, you listen to me first, I Let me tell you, it’s not what you think.”

"Uncle Goron, why don't you pick fungi?" A pair of muddy little hands grabbed my Goron's pants, and a peasant child with a snot in his nose looked at my Goron's movements with curiosity.

I, Gronn, pushed the child's back with his big hand and said, "Go, go, adults are busy, children, please don't make trouble." Then he and Guilliman started a verbal exchange.

The exchanges between the two became more and more extreme and annoying, and eventually turned into a spam chat room to vent their emotions, with all kinds of swear words directed at each other's race blurted out.

Psychic conversations are unknown to outsiders, but these fluctuations are difficult to conceal in the warp.

The God-Emperor, who was teaching Khorne and Nurgle, frowned when he heard these filthy words.

Whose child scolded him so harshly?

Khorne, who was always full of enthusiasm, also heard these violent and abusive words, and he imitated them at that time. He stood on the small table and pointed his little hand at the God-Emperor's back and started talking non-stop.

"Okay, you, it's hard to learn to be bad, right?" The God-Emperor narrowed his eyes, distorted and blocked the curse, and at the same time grabbed a pair of scarlet flesh wings on Khorne's back, and then pressed him down He was spanked hard on his legs.

"Are you going to say it next time?" the God Emperor asked sternly.

Khorne curled up his little mouth. He never said a word of fear about the threat of the God Emperor. He waved his little fist that was not threatening and shouted, "One day, if I have a knife in my hand, I will make you a bitch bleed all over the ground." !”

"You have the knife in your hand, right? You're a girl, right? There's blood all over the ground, right?" Every time the God-Emperor said a word, the big hand covered with golden fire waved at Khorne's ass.

Khorne screamed in pain and cursed, and did not stop until he was beaten unconscious by the angry God-Emperor.

Looking at the shivering Nurgle, the God-Emperor put on a cold smile and warned, "You must be a good boy?"

Nurgle nodded, the smile on his face uglier than crying.