Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 136 The Goblins Are So Fierce These Days
The Orc Federation is a powerful country that can be ranked among the six central countries. It is a federal country composed mainly of various orcs.

In addition to the more common stereotypical orcs with green skin, pig noses and big bodies, there are also many different races such as werewolves, centaurs, lizardmen and even dragonmen.

Because there are so many species, there have always been many conflicts within the Orc Federation. If it were not for the Orc Grand Dictator who has amazing power and skills, these monsters with different customs would never be able to get together.

But recently, the pressure from outside has exceeded the conflicts within the Orc Federation. As the arch-enemy of the Orc Federation, the Minotaur Empire did not know what happened and suddenly the whole country fell into chaos.

The Orc Federation took the opportunity to send a large number of troops, wanting to directly swallow up this old rival, but before they entered the territory of the Minotaur Empire, they were attacked by a terrible enemy.

Those enemies looked like minotaurs whose skin and eyes had turned red. They had heads stuck on their horns and exuded a strong, choking smell of blood.

Considering the bloody smell of these strange minotaurs, it was difficult to tell whether their fur was stained with blood or had changed.

But there is no doubt that these Tauren are crazier and more powerful. In the first wave of encounter, the Orc Federation suffered a crushing defeat and could only fall into passive defense afterwards.

Now the Orc Federation has heard that several mysterious and powerful forces are causing trouble on the continent. Wherever they go, they destroy nations and races, burn cities and split the earth.

All of this seemed like a recurrence of the Demon God Rebellion of the past. No, it even seemed to be more intense than the Demon God Rebellion of the past.

The Orc Federation has a trump card, but the current situation is not yet at the point where it needs to be used, and the cost of using that trump card is really too high.

The Orc Federation could only fight hard to resist the attacks of the Tauren while strengthening patrols in the country to prevent any bad things from infiltrating.

Today, a four-man federal patrol team was patrolling the mountainous area within the territory amidst complaints.

This patrol team is composed of two green-skinned pig-nosed orc warriors, a werewolf magic chanter, and a satyr archer, with the satyr archer being the captain.

The two orc warriors are both level 15, the werewolf wizard is level 16, and the satyr archer is level 18.

In human countries, this is a standard mithril-level adventurer team, but in the Orc Federation they are just an ordinary patrol team. In terms of foundation, the human countries that can only hide in the corners of the continent are still far behind the Orc Federation.

After walking on the mountain path for a while, the satyr waved his hand and stopped, ordering people to rest and eat.

The team members immediately found a place to rest, took out their dry food and water bags and started eating, while making various complaints.

Apparently, these orcs don't like patrolling the mountains.

The satyr climbed up a tree by himself and chewed two feet of dried mutton.

Although it has a sheep's head and sheep's hooves, it is not a vegetarian.

As he chewed, the satyr couldn't help but frown.

These dried meats are probably several decades old, even older than this thing. The things distributed by the federal government are getting worse and worse, so this kind of stuff has been taken out.

When they were halfway through the meal, the captain of the satyr noticed something was wrong. He let out a sheep's cry and immediately picked up his bow and arrow and aimed it at the lush grass. The remaining three members also immediately went into combat mode.

"Someone come out immediately! Mi."

The satyr asked sternly, and thinking about the recent situation reported by his superiors, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Then, as the grass was rustled aside, the satyr captain breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the timid boy walking out of it.

What? I’m so nervous just because of a goblin.

A goblin wrapped in green rags came out from the bushes, although it was a little different from ordinary goblins.

For example, it is taller and stronger than ordinary goblins. Its nose looks very big even among goblins, and its pair of big protruding ears looks very funny.

The goblin was holding a wooden stick tied with a stone in his hand, which should be a homemade stone axe.

In the memory of the satyr captain, there were indeed several small goblin tribes nearby, and there was also an obvious chain of contempt between different races in the Orc Federation.

Among them, the goblins with low intelligence and weak strength are at the bottom of the contempt chain. Even the Orc Federation does not grant goblins the status of citizens. In the eyes of many powerful orcs, goblins are just food and livestock.

The captain of the satyr couldn't help but stick out his long tongue to lick his lips. Although the goblin meat was rough and smelled fishy, ​​it was still fresh meat after all, and much more delicious than the dried mutton that had been there for decades.

Perhaps seeing the ill intention in the eyes of the satyr captain, the goblin screamed, dropped his weapon, and turned and ran away.

The captain of the satyrs laughed and shot an arrow at the goblin. The arrow directly shot off one of its ears. The goblin let out a very loud scream and ran even more miserably on all fours.

The captain of the Centaur team followed happily behind with the other members.

Just now it was fully capable of shooting the goblin directly, but out of malicious pleasure it chose to deliberately miss the target in order to enjoy the game of torturing its prey.

Although the captain of the Centaur and his men did not try hard to chase them, they were surprised that the goblins were able to run unexpectedly fast, and they ran for several kilometers in one breath.

Finally, after turning around a large rock, the captain of the Centaur men found themselves in a small open area in the mountains.

There were huge mushrooms everywhere, and countless goblins were busy digging mushrooms, and some were leaning against the corpses of some monsters, fiddling with something. After discovering the satyrs, the goblins stopped what they were doing and looked at them in unison.

The satyr captain did not feel the usual fear of the goblins towards the strong in the little eyes of these goblins. Instead, he only felt a cruel and bloodthirsty light.

It was as if at this moment it was not the hunter, but the prey.

"The situation is not right, let's retreat quickly."

The werewolf magic caster grabbed the satyr captain and tried to leave, but the satyr captain, feeling that his dignity was being trampled upon, simply pushed the werewolf away.

"Damn you, you bastards! How dare you look at me like that!"

It attached wind magic to its arrows and shot directly at the goblin that might be the leader.

Among this group of goblins, there was one who was a head taller than ordinary goblins. He wore a necklace made of various animal teeth and held a stick made of animal bones in his hand.

Seeing someone shooting arrows at it, the big goblin grinned, revealing its sharp teeth.

A dazzling bolt of lightning shot out from its bone club and directly shattered the arrow.

Magic Chanter?!

And the level is not low.

This bolt of lightning sobered the captain of the satyr a lot. He didn't know when a magic caster of considerable skill had appeared among the goblins in this place. No wonder they dared to act so rampantly.

The goblins with powerful magic casters are obviously no longer ordinary goblins. The current situation cannot be handled by their own team, and they need to go back for reinforcements.

The captain of the satyr wanted to retreat, but at this time, countless goblins emerged from all around, holding various crude weapons in their hands, most of which were made of stone or bone, and only a small number were made of iron.

It turns out that these goblins wanted to ambush them from the beginning.

The captain of the Centaur suppressed his anger and said, "Mi, do you know who we are? If you dare to touch us, it will be equivalent to attacking the Federation. If you get out of the way now, I can still pretend that nothing happened."

"Waaaagh!"

However, the goblins had no interest in the satyr captain's surrender. Instead, they collectively let out a strange howl in a shrill voice and then rushed towards them together.

The satyr was furious and shouted
"Rebellion! Fight back! I don't believe the goblins can stop us."

Then a sheep took the lead and charged backwards.

However, the goblins that rushed over were obviously different from ordinary goblins in terms of morale and combat effectiveness. According to the experience of the captain of the satyr, goblins were low-intelligence creatures, and unless they were specially trained, they would immediately flee as soon as a few leaders were killed.

But this time it was different. After the satyr captain shot and killed several goblins in a row, the goblins behind him not only did not run away, but picked up the weapons of the goblins in front and rushed up more excitedly.

The goblins, armed with slings and broken bows and arrows, howled and began shooting at the satyrs when they came into range.

Although these goblins’ shooting skills cannot be said to be perfect, they are at least masters of human body outlining.

But the feeling of being suppressed and shot by a group of goblins was really uncomfortable, so the werewolf magic caster quickly rolled out a fireball and threw it at the goblins.

More than a dozen goblins were blown away at once, and the patrol team wanted to rush out from this side, but the gap was immediately blocked by new goblins.

The werewolf magic caster gritted his teeth and threw several more fireballs. Given its level, the continuous use of this third-tier magic was very time-consuming. If it kept using it this way, its mana bar would soon run out.

Two orc warriors picked up their weapons and rushed to the front, trying to squeeze out from the hole created by the werewolf. At this moment, a strange noise suddenly occurred.

The satyr captain looked up and saw a large group of goblins flying towards them from the sky using some unknown method.

In fact, in the woods not far away, there were some small trees that were bent, and they used these small trees as catapults to launch all the goblins over.

"what?"

The captain of the satyr was stunned for a moment, and during this moment of daze, several goblins pounced on him, knocked him to the ground, and all kinds of broken weapons were directly thrown at the satyr.

five minutes later
A large mushroom on the ground was dug out, and a strong and tall green-skinned orc crawled out of the ground.

The first thing this boy who was born in a different world saw was a large group of fart spirits (goblins) dancing happily around four heads.

It doesn't know where it is, it doesn't know what's happening, it doesn't even know who it is.

All it knows is that it wants to fight, and have a big waaagh!

(End of this chapter)