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

Lorgar vs bare scab

Naked scab doesn’t like to wear armor. He always exposes his body full of prophecies and Brother Mao’s words, firmly believing that he only needs enough Waaagh! You can get the divine protection of Brother Mao. Other Waaagh groups remained silent about this statement, but privately wondered whether Naked Scab’s words were true.

Aurora vs. Beat Reese vs. Mysterious Fake

What? What are these Waaagh bodies you ask? What Waaagh body? Waaagh what body?

Mortarion vs Beast Ancestor

The smell is powerful! Strong and powerful!

Lin Fan looked so suspicious of life that he covered his face and was speechless for a long time.

It’s so weird… but it’s quite exciting. What’s going on?

“I mean Tzeentch…why do you have such weird ideas?”

“Hahahaha!” Tzeentch was overjoyed and began to demonstrate to Lin Fan the similarities between the orcs and the human empire.

Space Marines would gather around the Primarch and follow him on a spectacular crusade.

The orcs will gather around the most awesome boss and follow him in a vigorous Waaagh!

The Space Marines rely on the gene seeds of the original body for cultivation. A big orc can scrape off the dead skin and scatter it on the ground, and he can grow big and strong boys in the next year!

The Space Marines listened to their Primarch, and the Primarch listened to the Emperor.

The orcs listen to the boss, and the boss listens to Brother Mao!

There are thorns among the Space Marines. They have their own little ideas and contradict the original.

Orcs also have thorns! They even want to replace the boss!

The more brave and loyal the Space Marines are, the more they will receive the Emperor’s blessing.

The more bloody the orcs fight Waaagh, the more Brother Mao will look at him.

Simply rounding up, humans equal orcs.

Lin Fan was left speechless by Tzeentch’s crude logic. He even suspected that Tzeentch was now mentally disturbed due to the many previous stimulations.

But Tzeentch put forward these arguments as a way to divert attention. The reason why he chose to create the Waaagh body was more because of the extreme plasticity of the Waaagh force field.

In front of these primarchs who have liberated the essence of warp space, even the great demons cannot sustain for more time. The hive tyrants who have gone through countless reincarnations are as weak as chickens.

In desperation, Tzeentch had no choice but to resort to behavioral imitation and psychological suggestion to allow these Waaagh bodies to gain abilities similar to the nature of the subspace through the Waaagh force field.

It’s just that it’s not that stable to use, and when it takes effect, it’s full of the illogical and nonsensical feeling of the orcs.

Of course, since it is behavioral imitation and psychological suggestion, the whole play must be done.

The remains of Brother Mao, whose power was drained by Tzeentch, were only skin and bones, sitting silently on a huge, tattered throne that was always emitting green light.

At the foot of the throne were countless crazy boys. They roared and told the orcs about Brother Mao’s great immortality, but not many orcs could understand it.

Lin Fan doubted his life for a long time, raised his face heavily and asked again, “So where are the remaining Primarchs? Where are the missing second and eleventh Primarchs?”

“Uh…I don’t know. You know what?”

“Uh…I don’t know either…”

“That’s fine then.”

“What about the Waaagh body opposite Angron? Why didn’t you see him on the battlefield?”

“I sent him to Angron.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it be better to leave him on the battlefield? Or do these Waaagh bodies need to look at the Primarch to become like this?”

Listening to Lin Fan’s immediate question, Tzeentch couldn’t help but become nervous, but fortunately she was good at deception, so she just smiled and said that it was fun for Angron and me to meet each other.

Lin Fan didn’t think much about it. After all, Tzeentch did like to have fun, and it was reasonable to think from this point of view.

Just as Tzeentch said, in an inconspicuous little corner of the galaxy. Traces of orcs suddenly appeared on a planet that had not yet been fully developed and where people lived in an pastoral rhythm.

Angron, who was tired of killing, was chopping firewood. He lived in a simple wooden house by the creek.

A few hundred meters away from his wooden house were the World Eaters looking for the smell. They followed their father loyally, taking off their armor and hiding their weapons, and lived peacefully with their hands.

Through these years of self-cultivation, Angron’s subspace essence was cleansed from the blood stains, and the warm man who could swallow the negative emotions of others returned.

It is precisely because of this that the World Eaters can overcome the severe pain caused by the Butcher’s Nails and keep their spirits calm.

A rift opened behind Angron, and then the orcs poured out one after another. I, Goron, wears heavy armor full of sharp serrations and holds two giant serrated axes that are larger than the orcs.

Angron stopped chopping wood, and the World Eaters who heard the sound also rushed over, holding various self-made farm tools to confront the orcs.

Through the collision of spiritual perceptions, neither Angron nor I, Gronn, attacked.

This strange confrontation lasted for dozens of seconds, until an emerald green bird landed between the two men, breaking the tranquility.

Angron’s tense muscles relaxed and he turned around to continue chopping wood.

I, Goron, did not attack. He gently placed the sawtooth ax in his hand on the grass, took off his armor and sat by the river in a daze.

The World Eaters didn’t know what to do, so they looked at Angron. Angron did not scold them, but waved his palms to tell them to disperse.

“Uncle! Uncle!” A peasant girl wearing a straw hat, blue jeans and a plain short coat came running from a distance, holding a basket of apples in her hand.

When she saw the orcs, she was obviously stunned and a little scared, but when she saw Angron chopping firewood calmly, she felt a little more courageous.

“We won’t hurt you, little Xiami.” I, Goron, tried his best to speak gently, but the orc’s voice made his gentleness seem a bit funny.

The girl smiled, gave him an apple and ran towards Angron.

This little fruit is not enough to fit between the teeth, let alone fill the stomach.

After I finished chewing it in two or three times, I stood up and said to the boys, “Come on, boys, let’s go plant some mushrooms.”

“Waaagh body, what about Brother Mao’s mission? He asked us to fight and tear Xiami’s head apart!”

“Hit me! Tell Brother Mao to die! I get angry when I see him. If any of you dare to mention Brother Mao in front of me in the future, get out!”

The orcs did not dare to speak, so they followed me, Gronn, and built a camp at the other end of the creek. The structure and layout of the house were basically copied from those of Angron and the World Eaters.