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

Nao Ganshu has never been so scared, not even when he was chased and intercepted by a few orc boys in the garbage dump of the camp and wanted to roast and eat him. He only knew how those shrimps were going to treat him.

leave!

The sound of the laser gun recharging sounded beside Nao Ganshu. He immediately adjusted his body and put on a prostrate posture to plead with the defense forces.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm still useful! Useful!"

The sound of the laser gun continuing to charge gradually became more stable. It seemed that the person holding the gun was indeed considering the suggestion of nagging.

"Did I hear wrongly? He spoke Low Gothic?"

"He did speak Low Gothic. He was begging for mercy and saying he was useful."

"What should I do?"

"Call the chief to come and have a look."

Several soldiers surrounded the wretched fart and sent a soldier to find Sergeant Ryder.

Ryder came over and inquired about the situation, then saw the trembling body of the wretched fart and asked, "Tell me what you know? If there's nothing useful, we'll peel off your skin and roast it."

"Ah! Don't! Don't! I know! I know everything! I know what our orc boss is going to do! How to fight! I also know how many clicks and slashes we have!"

Ryder touched his chin. He didn't know what the military system of these orcs was like. He only knew that the bigger the orcs were, the more powerful they were, but he decided to ask first.

"Then go ahead and I won't kill you."

"No! No! You're not 'Zhenwei'. You don't have a hat and a cool coat! I'm only talking to 'Zhenwei'."

After thinking about what this "stomach shaker" with a strong orc accent was, Ryder was happy and thought these orcs were really interesting. He even knew that the political commissar still had a certain status in the imperial army. He hoped that Ya Commissar Rick will love this surprise.

"Okay, I'll take you to see the political commissar. Don't be so scared that you wet your pants when you get there. Our political commissar can eat more than a hundred orc boys in one meal!"

"Ah! Don't you dare!" Naogan scolded, being frightened by Ryder's words. He couldn't imagine what kind of big guy it was to eat more than a hundred orc boys in one meal.

After a soldier borrowed a thick and strong rope from the officer at the position, Ryder tied Nao Ganshu to the front armor of the Chimera armored vehicle, bid farewell to the non-commissioned officers on the position who thanked them for their support, and returned to their station. Went to see Political Commissar Yarek to explain the situation.

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Commissar Yarrick, who was sitting on a chair and listening to Spitfire Ryder's description, was speechless. These guys from the bottom of the hive city have no idea how cunning and cunning a fart can be. These have no power in the orc society. The ones that just poke you in the foot with a knife or flick their disgusting snot into your Reca coffee are completely untrustworthy.

Fart with a dagger

After sighing silently, Yaric didn't want to dampen Ryder's mood. After all, this was the hero who had just killed an orc boss. "I understand the situation. You go drag the orc corpse through the streets and give it to those Soldiers, look, the orcs are not invincible."

"Yes! Political Commissar!" Ryder walked out of the bunker after giving an extremely standard foot-touching military salute.

Alex looked at the wretched fart in front of him with disgust, feeling that every second this damn thing was blaspheming his soul that was loyal to the throne.

He silently took out the bolt gun from his waist, but felt that it was not worth wasting a bullet on killing such a thing, so he stuffed it back, took a dagger from the table and moved towards the tied up grunt.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm still useful!" Nao Ganshu struggled crazily on the chair, hoping to survive the terrifying "stomach-shocking" hand in front of him.

Sure enough, as the big guys said, the "Shockwet" are all good at fighting. Although they don't look as strong as the big guys, their strong desire to fight is enough to make any orc who likes fighting fight for it. He got into a fight with "Shockwei" when he had the chance to fight. Nao Gansao had no doubt that the rumor that this terrifying "stomach shocker" could eat a hundred orcs in one meal was false.

"Shut up! You filthy green beast! Every word of low Gothic you speak is a blasphemy against the great God-Emperor!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! 'Shockwei', aren't you interested in how we fight? Information! Information is always valuable, isn't it!"

Listening to Nagan's scolding words, Yarrick stopped walking, narrowed his eyes and thought carefully.

I just feel lucky to see Nao Gan scolding me who has calmed down. These "stomach shakers" are much harder to fool than those big guys. In the past, those big guys wanted to eat me when they were hungry. All I had to do was tell them what happened recently. If there are interesting things or where there are more shrimps to fight, they will turn their hungry thoughts into thoughts of fighting and let them go. But these "stomach shockers" are really a bit too Waaagh, and they shout and kill at every turn.

"Beast, you can live for a while."

Yarick's words were so cold and disgusting, but they were so amiable when they fell into Nao Ganshu's heart. At least this ferocious "shock stomach" would not think about killing him.

After calling in a soldier, Yarrick ordered him to bring a set of interrogation machines. When Nao Gansao saw the bloody torture instruments and crackling high-voltage wires, he immediately peed, and the fishy smell filled the small bunker.

"What do you want to do to me?"

"I don't believe you, greenskin."

Alec held the high-voltage wire a little closer and started to curse. The lightning flashes from time to time made Alec's face even more terrifying.

"Ah!!!!!!" The pain from the electric shock made Nao Ganshu scream, and his body trembled with the electric current.

"Why! Why! You didn't even ask!"

"Shut up! You beast! What is your charge order?"

"Waaagh!"

"What's your order to fire?"

"Waaagh!"

"Don't challenge my patience, you cunning thing."

"I didn't lie to you, I swear to you!"

Yarrick's angry questioning and constant wailing of curses echoed in the bunker. Yarrick would spend a long time learning the language of the orcs that he understood through the environment and atmosphere.

After nagging and cursing that he couldn't bear Yarek's harsh interrogation, he finally tilted his head and passed out on the chair. Yarrick poked his body with a dagger, blood flowed out, but the fart remained motionless.

"It looks like he really passed out." Alex stood up silently and asked the frightened guard at the door to call the medic over.

The guard, who couldn't stand the roar of Yaric and the wails of the grunt, loyally and quickly went to find the medic. He didn't want to be treated like this by the political commissar Yaric one day.

"Knowledge is power, and it is also the beginning of corruption." Alex silently lowered his head and confessed, "Emperor, please forgive me."