The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 439 427. Orc Empire (2)

Archaeologists in the galaxy often say that the beasts will not create their own empire, nor will they create their own true civilization. They are just a group of savage and stupid green life forms. And Ullano slapped those archaeologists in the face hard, and gave them a big slap.

Walking on the dusty rocky road, Artanis could clearly feel the planning of this destroyed city. What Artanis means is that you can float in the sky and look at this huge city.

The city's transportation system was planned very carefully and perfectly, and was not as messy as the orc gathering places. It was obvious that the Orks had carefully planned and built the city when they created it. On average, there are 46 large passages extending into the distance, and among the 46 large passages, 177 small passages extend outward. Among the 177 small passages, there are 1029 alleys.

These large and small passages undoubtedly make this place accessible in all directions, and they can freely transport what they want, whether it is weapons and ammunition or certain goods transactions, they can all be carried out here.

And when his clone was about to disappear, Artanis saw a huge building in the distance, but when this building appeared in front of his eyes, he even felt incredible.

Artanis pointed in a direction and said to the brothers next to him

"Go that way!"

The Templars quickly shuttled between the damaged cities, surrounded by collapsed buildings or debris.

The remains and structures of these buildings look very rough, but not too messy. You can even see traces of looting from other civilizations in the galaxy in some places, as well as artistic symbols, such as the spirit bone statues of the Eldar. Human golden plaques, and even cultural symbols of other small alien races that have long since disappeared in today's galaxy, appear here.

When a group of them quickly arrived at the field in front of them, both Artanis and all the other Templars were shocked in their hearts.

This building that looks like a bird's nest actually looks like a gymnasium. This is extremely shocking and unimaginable, because no one wants to believe that the Orks actually have their own culture.

Artanis walked quietly to a collapsed ticket office. There was some knowledge written on it in the ancient script of Ork. After removing the layers of dust on it, he seemed to see some symbols similar to numbers, which were probably About the unfolding of Ullanor's last game.

Walking into the stadium, the place was already empty. A large part of the buildings on the east side of the stadium had completely collapsed, crushing the podium and a large area of ​​auditoriums, leaving only a few seats in the west. There are some traces preserved. The stadium that should have been covered with green grass has long since turned into dust and dirt.

Artanis stretched out his hand and began to focus his spiritual power on it. He wanted to see if his guess was correct. If it was true, then the history and speculation about the Orc race would be very complicated. There may be a huge change coming.

The power of psychic energy is gathering, and Artanis is using his own power to restore the scene to him and his companions ten thousand years ago.

The colored light slowly spread, sweeping over the illusory shadows and images of the ruins. The originally damaged buildings appeared, and the style created with cement and steel plates reappeared. The buildings once again took shape in front of everyone, beside them. , those Orks who died tens of thousands of years ago, people once again appeared their last phantoms, and were engraved on it.

After Artanis finished this, he looked at the scenery next to him:

Beside him, there were a large number of Orks wearing some unknown model of power armor. People were sitting on the table and roaring loudly. Next to him were some carapace-wearing farts, holding some food and snacks and selling them.

Different from the junk stuff worn by the Orcs now, most of them wear a kind of very advanced-looking power armor, and they are at least two or three taller than the current Orcs. A head taller. There is no doubt that at the time of the Great Crusade, the Orks were more advanced and stronger than they are now.

An Orc drifted up to the snacks that a Grot was selling. He shouted an ancient language. After the Grot heard it, he immediately ran over pushing the cart in his hand. The orc took out a small bag from his pocket, and then poured out two coins made of precious metals. The coins looked like teeth, but they had words engraved on them.

Obviously, the Ullano tooth at that time was not currency, but a tooth-like object made of precious metal and used as currency. After Fart received the three precious metal coins, he immediately dug out a large ball of meaty popcorn from the cart's boiler and handed it to the Ook.

Oke put the carton of meat and popcorn in his hand, turned to look at the other Oke next to him and started to speak. How Artanis longed to hear what those two Orcs were saying! He did so. He tried his best to find out what those ancient soul remnants were saying, but he could only roughly guess what the two Orcs meant:

The Orc who had just started buying meat and popcorn looked at the other orc next to him who stretched out his clean pistol, fried the crispy meat and popcorn, and threw it into his mouth and said

"Have you heard about that shrimp boss? I heard he's a great fighter!"

The orc next to him, who was also wearing red-striped power armor, glanced at him and said disdainfully

"I think that shrimp king is just so-so. Don't forget that we sent more than 2/3 of our fleet to the planet called Terra. I can assure you that the shrimps are completely finished!"

"That's what you said, but what if? Seriously, if there's really nothing wrong, there's no need to call us back to Ullanor."

The orc who was swallowing the food in his mouth looked at his cautious and worried companion next to him and patted him hard and said

"Then let me ask you, are we here to enjoy the holiday, watch the game or listen to your nonsense here? Just watch it, what's there to be afraid of? What the hell are you protecting us!"

Just as they were talking, all the orcs suddenly stood up, roared and cheered loudly, and even some fart spirits waved their skinny arms and howled. On the green field below, two teams of orcs wearing blue and red stripes appeared.

Those orcs wore something like ancient armor, their heads were protected by scratches, and their faces could be seen with iron wire-like masks, protecting them. Those orcs did not shout, but just stared at the opposite side. When the players of both sides arrived, an orc orc who looked like a referee walked in from the entrance of the stadium.

He checked and made sure that the players of both sides were in place, and waited for the people on the rostrum to finish their words. When the orcs on the rostrum finished their last words, he suddenly threw the brown oval ball that had been clamped under his elbow, and the players of both sides quickly rushed towards each other.

The game began.