Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 197 The Butcher's Enemy
“This is the difference between me and you.”

Gusa suddenly said.

The general glared at the extremely eloquent beast in front of him, but he still had enough patience to listen to Gusa continue.

In any case, the general was very interested in Gusa's story, but he just disagreed with Gusa's statement that brains are more important than muscles.

If Gusa had not grown as strong as it is now, it would be happy to keep Gusa by its side and make him a talkative boy who could tell interesting stories.

"There are many beasts that can survive the butcher's hands." Gusa looked at the greenskins present and raised his voice, "But they are stupid and can't talk as eloquently as I can."

"Those beasts often can't even speak clearly."

"This is the difference between them and me, beasts that can also survive the butcher's hands."

Gusa knocked his head.

"My brain was licked by the second brother, so I am smarter than you, and I am more eloquent than you."

Having said this, Gusa suddenly fell silent again.

Be eloquent.

The word spoken from Gusa's own throat seemed to wrap around the fangs in his mouth for several circles - the lingering sound lingered on the teeth.

Even Gusa himself felt that it was not easy and amazing for him to say this word.

Good at speaking…what a clever summary.

Having lived to this day, Gusa has realized a law of survival, a way to become stronger, and a way to achieve a class transition from a green-skinned boy.

That means being eloquent.

To other beasts, Gusa would tell them how brave, powerful, and intelligent he was, which is why he could fight the Greenskin Butcher several times and survive to this day, and even gain the favor and admiration of the Greenskin Butcher.

However, Gusa was much more honest with himself.

[I have never risked my life against the green-skinned butcher. I am just a coward, but I am more eloquent than all of you beasts, so I can become more and more awesome.]

This is what Gusa said most to himself.

In deep thought, Gusa fell silent.

It wanted to say something more, but felt that it was useless to say more.

[There is already a chasm between me and you beasts. ]

Gusa thought.

"Keep talking!" The general urged dissatisfiedly, "Just tell me your wonderful stories and don't spout your stupid arguments. I only like to hear your arguments... No, I like to hear your stories."

Gusa sneered in his heart and slowly said: "I..."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" A fart spirit crawled to the stage.

This fart spirit's mouth has been transformed into a trumpet, and its body is painted with white and red paint.

Such a unique image revealed the identity of this little fart elf to the animals present - the war general's jester.

The jester knelt down in front of the stage and reported the situation breathlessly: "The butcher... the butcher is coming! The butcher is coming! Your Majesty! The butcher is coming... the butcher is coming! Your Majesty..."

The Fartling's repetitive speech is interrupted by the Warlord tearing off the Fool Fartling's head.

"Why are these fart monsters... so stupid?!" The general clenched his fist and crushed the fart monster's head, roaring at the beasts, "They...they...um...what did I want to say."

Gusa looked at the general's behavior, and although he said nothing, his eyes showed dissatisfaction.

Farts are stupid.

It is a consensus that an ordinary fart spirit often cannot even speak clearly.

But Gusa knew two fart spirits, and those fart spirits were twins - the two fart spirits crawled out of the underground cavity together.

The twin beasts were very smart and even knew how to establish friendships with other higher and more powerful beasts.

Gusa really missed that fart elf. After all, when he was a boy, he always felt that the only ones in the tribe who truly understood him were the two smart fart elves who could make weapons.

When Gusa missed his friend, the Warlord raised the power claw that replaced his entire left arm and roared to the sky: "The butcher is coming! We will challenge him now. After all, this is why we are here! Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!!!"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

The greenskins howled to the sky.

Among all the animals present, only Gusa had a blank expression, or even a look of contempt.

It didn't know why the beasts of this tribe were so stupid as to imitate the cry of a local wild beast in the desert instead of using the cry that contained the condensed essence of the ancient history of the greenskin race and the supreme wisdom of the two supreme gods, Mao and Er Ge - WAAAGH.

"Gusa, the enemy of the butcher!" The general raised his power claws and pointed at the silent Gusa, "It's in our tribe! Our battle will definitely be smoother next time! But before we go to war, we have to arrange a set of super awesome equipment for Gusa!"

"I think it's okay." Gusa didn't object.

It also felt that it lacked a set of awesome equipment.

Of course, this awesome equipment shouldn’t be described as “Awooo”, but rather “WAAAGH”.

……

Some greenskins in the tribe have begun to deal with the greenskin butcher.

Led by the general, Gusa came to the tribal dungeon and met the beasts in the tribe that were responsible for making and maintaining weapons and equipment.

The beast was a beast that had replaced its body structure parts with a large number of mechanical devices, and had many spider-leg-like appendages connected to its back.

"This is my technical boss!" the general introduced to Gusa.

"I think your naming custom is really unique." Gusa almost didn't understand what the technical boss meant. There is no such title under normal circumstances.

"Our tribe is different from other tribes." The general said, "We are not a tribe. Our tribe is different from other tribes. Our tribe is the tribe of other tribes. Even a cunning and cruel beast like me works for other cruel and cunning beasts. Our tribe..."

Gusa ignored the general's nonsense and walked silently to the technical boss.

The technical boss took off his sunglasses of unknown value in the dark environment of the dungeon, walked to an iron box with a grin, and then unscrewed the screws on the iron box.

After the screw fell, a set of armor in the iron box was teleported out. It was a set of armor that was even more armored than the one worn by the green-skinned butcher. Gusa thought so.

The armor worn by the Green Butcher did not come from a super technical genius like a great technician, but from a technician.

However, Gusa would not tell this secret, because that would make the Greenskin Butcher less scary in the eyes of other beasts. And if the Greenskin Butcher became not WAAAGH enough, then he, a beast who had survived the Greenskin Butcher many times, would also not seem WAAAGH enough.

Although Gusa has not yet realized that a strict class system has emerged in this tribe, it at least realizes that its fate is tied to the greenskin butcher.

"Butcher's enemy! Please let me help you put on the masterpiece I made specially for you!" The technical boss disassembled the parts of the armor one by one.

Gusa can put on this suit of armor by himself without the help of the boss.

After putting on the armor, this orc, who was considered extremely brave and tenacious by his peers, immediately began to look for suitable weapons in the dungeon.

Fighting the green-skinned butcher with hand-to-hand combat is simply seeking death. It is better to use ranged weapons.

With this thought in mind, Gusa searched the dungeon.

While searching, a device suddenly caught Gusa's attention.

In the corner of the dungeon, two large jars filled with soaked skulls stood out among the low equipment.

A chair was placed in front of the big jar, and sitting on the chair was a fart spirit used by the technical boss for experiments.

It is very common to see fart spirits being used as experimental materials, and sometimes they are even used as backup food.

But the fart spirit sitting on the chair attracted Gusa's attention because the fart spirit was unique.

"What is this?" Gusa asked.

The technical boss stepped forward and explained: "This is the brain-eating machine I built. Just put the brain in, and then the device will process the brain and transfer it to a beast."

When talking about this creation, the technical boss' face was full of confidence and pride.

It wants to use this device to gain unparalleled wisdom and become the most powerful super-technical master in the world!
But Gusa didn't care about the technical boss's ambitions and corrected his question: "I'm asking that fart."

"I found a fart." The tech boss replied, "A smart fart."

The word "smart fart spirit" seemed to activate some kind of function. After hearing this word, the fart spirit sitting on the chair immediately opened his eyes.

"I'm a smart fart spirit...hiss...I'm a successful experimental subject...hiss...don't destroy me...hiss..."

hiss.

Hearing this habit, Gusa raised his right eyebrow and stared at the smart fart spirit: "Are you a hissing fart?"

The nickname "hissing fart" seemed to activate a switch of some kind, but what was activated for the fart spirit that called itself the smart fart spirit was not the pleading words that had been repeated countless times, but a memory that had been forgotten in a corner of its brain.

"Gusa?" the fart spirit named Hissing Fart asked tentatively.

"It's me!" Gusa patted his chest, and the power armor buzzed.

"Hiss... I remember that you were only two meters tall..." The hissing fart raised his eyes and looked at the majestic and tall orc in front of him. The appearance of this orc was completely different from the boy in his memory.

Before the two old friends could talk about the past, the general said irritably, "Are you old beasts?"

"It's more than just a familiar beast." Gusa turned to look at the general, his eyes under the helmet were particularly deep, "It and I are the first beasts to have seen a butcher!"

After saying this, Gusa fell into memories.

The first meeting with the green butcher was not in a desert on this super planet.

But on a super big ball full of steel and concrete.

The green-skinned butcher doesn't look WAAAGH at all, just an ordinary, featureless, armorless shrimp.

But the Greenskin Butcher was already very WAAAGH... he just didn't look that WAAAGH. He could challenge many beasts alone and rescue a group of big shrimps and a group of small shrimps in the meantime.

"You...then let me ask you..." The general scratched his head, "Didn't you say you were born on a ship?"

"When did I say I was born on a ship?" Gusa lied casually.

"Well... then... I..." The general became agitated and patted his head, "Then I must have remembered it wrong."

The technical boss looked at Gusa suspiciously, then looked at the general. In his memory, Gusa had accurately said that he was born on a ship.

"Do something serious!" Gusa stepped forward and pulled up Hissipi, putting him on his shoulder. "There is no time to waste. This time I will kill the butcher brutally!"

"Roar!" The general was excited and rubbed his hands ready to fight.

Gusa strode out of the dungeon like a general.

The tribe was already filled with smoke and flames.

Just like every time the butcher suddenly appears from nowhere, he will bring such a doomsday scene to a tribe.

"Butcher!" The general pointed to a figure in the distance who was killing people in the green sea.

This was not the first time that Gusa had met the green-skinned butcher, but he found that the butcher's condition had changed a lot.

For example, the power armor is slightly larger than before.

Gusa felt that he should brag less about how awesome the Butcher's armor was in the future.

But on second thought, Gusa felt that this had nothing to do with him. After all, all beasts now knew about the existence of the Butcher, and the stories about the Butcher told by his intellectually retarded fellows became more and more outrageous, just like his own story became more and more outrageous.

"You are worthy of being called a butcher!" The general howled excitedly, "The defense line around the tribe is enough to prevent thousands of big shrimps from even getting a hair from us, but the butcher was able to kill through our defense line and directly kill into our tribe. He is really worthy of being called a butcher..."

"The butcher might have teleported in." Hisspittle stood on Gusa's shoulder, holding onto the raised part of the armor and looking ahead. "He doesn't have to engage your defenses. He just needs to teleport in and face the unsuspecting tribe directly."

The general was stunned for a moment before he said, "No, no, the butcher is stronger than all the shrimps combined. This is the key to his ability to slaughter us."

Hissy Fart looked at the War General: "No, his abilities are just right for single combat and slaughtering us, that's all."

"Go to hell." The general was too lazy to chat with the bullshitter and walked straight forward, ready to complete the purpose of coming to the super big WAAAGH star.

The purpose is to challenge the butcher.

(End of this chapter)