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Chapter 261 Shadow Moon Wolf Accidentally Enters a "Scam Group Chat"

"The King of Farts, Fart Kings of the Fart Kings Avengers, Gold Coins..."

Li Nuo lay on the bed muttering to himself, feeling that the name of this fart devil sounded somewhat familiar.

After a short while, he remembered.

About three months ago, he obtained information about the Chaos Orcs from Cole Fallon.

He wanted to deliver this intelligence to Ulgri so that Ulgri could deal with the Chaos Orcs.

In his search for Ulgri, he discovered that the Farfetch King had been imprisoned by the Ulanor orcs, and that the Ulanor had seized their fleet to use for reconnaissance of the human empire.

Unexpectedly, three months later, the King of Farts not only survived, but also successfully broke free from his cage.

This guy is a beast!

Li Nuo became interested in the Farting King.

Since the other party wasn't too far from Horus, and he needed some manpower to help sail the ship, he decided to possess the Farting King and use the Farting Avengers' fleet.

"System, calculate the simulated price of the Farting King."

[The simulation subject is the leader of the Farting Squad; the starting price is 10 Magic Spores.]

[The simulated subject can command 1142 combat farts; the starting price for the simulation has been increased to 1875 magical spores.]

[Simulated object injured, simulated price -20%.]

The final simulated price is 1500 Magic Spores.

[Number of miraculous spores: 89.]

[Do you want to confirm starting the simulation?]

"confirm."

Consciousness left the body and traveled through the sea of ​​stars, soon arriving at an unfamiliar star field.

On the far side of a giant planet, in a dark region where the star's light cannot reach, the green-skinned frigates of the Avengers hover.

Li Nuo's consciousness entered the lower deck of the ship, cutting into the noisy battlefield.

The moment I opened my eyes, before I could even familiarize myself with my body or absorb the memories, two green machetes came flying at me.

Li Nuo dodged backward, avoiding the blade, and shot the slashing kid in front of him twice. Then he raised his hand and cast a series of brain freeze spells, immobilizing all non-farm units.

The orc boy was unable to move, and the fart spirit was somewhat bewildered by the orc's sudden freeze.

The scene fell silent.

Li Nuo took a moment to look around and quickly read the body's memories.

The farting king's name was Gold Coin, and he originally owned three green-skinned frigates.

The Ulanor orcs' fleet, which had been using gold coins, was scouting the human empire. Two of their escort ships were destroyed by shrimp, leaving only the one standing here.

Gold Coin suffered a great loss, as did the Ulanor orcs, which gave Gold Coin the opportunity to escape and reclaim the ship.

If we kill all the Ulanor orcs on this ship, we'll regain control of it!

What are we waiting for? Let's get to it!

"Kids! It's like Brother Mao has appeared! Let's take down these Ulanor orcs!"

Li Nuo roared and slammed the trigger, unleashing a barrage of bullets at the stunned orcs.

The roar of the twin lumberjacks brought forth a multitude of severed limbs and bloodshed, awakening the farting demon's fighting spirit, who picked up his weapon and launched a fierce attack.

Under the guise of "brother Mao's miraculous appearance," Li Nuo cast the Brain Stun Technique while harvesting the lives of the Ulanor orcs like harvesting leeks.

Two hours passed in this way, and the enemies on the ship were cleared out, their corpses thrown into the Blue Flame Furnace and burned to ashes.

Li Nuo arrived at the bridge, followed by a large group of sycophants.

The bridge equipment was damaged in the battle. The Pirates aren't mechanics; do they have the capability to repair the equipment?

You know what, it really exists.

The King of Gold Coins had two henchmen named Silver Coin and Copper Coin.

These two idiots, one is the ship's "tech expert" and navigator, and the other is the "mad doctor".

Silver Coin led dozens of fart-like creatures to repair the bridge equipment, while Copper Coin led fart-like doctors to treat the wounded.

The silver coin's repair process was smooth and efficient, and it could fix damaged equipment without the need for universal psionic materials.

The silver coin repairman was the same.

Copper Coin and its fart-spirit doctor even managed to concoct alchemical potions that only Mad Doctor and Pain Boy would make, without consuming any universal psionic materials.

Li Nuo was stunned.

This was the first time he had ever seen a greenskin create orcish sorcery items using only their skills and experience.

After carefully searching through the gold coin's memories, Li Nuo was immediately amazed.

The Fart Avengers are quite extraordinary.

They believed in Brother Mao, but also complained that Brother Mao had not granted them the power of thought among the orcs.

Orc wizards do not exist in their genetic knowledge base.

but!

The fart-like boy has an extremely strong learning ability and is well-rounded in all subjects.

The Technician Boy has developed a habit of relying on his own genetic knowledge base, making it difficult for him to learn the Pain Boy's skills and alchemical recipes.

But farts are not like that.

They can learn the craftsman boy's skills, the pain boy's skills, and even the witch boy's shamanistic rituals, but they have no practical effect because they lack my power of thought.

This is no ordinary matter.

"How come I never realized that the fart-headed guy had such a strong learning ability?"

Li Nuo frowned and fell into deep thought, gradually realizing the reason.

The fart spirits he came into contact with had extremely short lifespans, possibly only ten days to half a month from birth to death.

In contrast, the Farting Avengers, with a lifespan of at least one year and without the oppression of the Orc Boys, can showcase their innate ability to learn.

Li Nuo pondered that he should study the gene fragments of the Fart Spirit Avengers carefully in the future, perhaps he could find some surprises in them.

"Your Majesty! The Dot Map and the Find the Item are fixed!"

Silver Coins cried out in delight.

Li Nuo snapped out of his daze and gave the order:
"Silver Coin, turn on the Finder and passively search for engine signals in this galaxy."

"Good drop."

Silver Coin assigned two scoundrels to control the device for finding the elixir.

The holographic device hissed and emitted a few sparks, barely projecting a holographic light screen.

The image shows the physical address of the galaxy and the engine signal.

This is the westernmost part of the Far East Starfield, the eastern edge of the Ulanno Orc Empire.

There are no fewer than one hundred engine signals within a radius of 1000 million kilometers.

Whether the signal came from the orc ship or Expedition 63 can only be determined by going there to check.

Just as Li Nuo was about to order the commencement of sub-light speed travel to search for Horus's whereabouts, the farting repairman ran over carrying an iron box.

"Your Majesty, I have found an unused roar box, left behind by those Ulanor orcs."

The Roaring Box can communicate across interstellar distances without delay.

Li Nuo took the iron box, opened it, and saw half of the psionic boy's head submerged in an amniotic fluid bottle, next to which was a roaring box made of scrap.

Li Nuo thought for a moment and poured the Psyboy's head into the Roaring Box.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" A static noise cut through the phone, followed by a loud voice from the other end:

"Hey! Zakra! Come quick! Those spiky bastards are attacking our space junkyard! Damn, those guys have firepower!"

"Bang bang bang—slap slap slap—"

Gunshots rang out on the other end of the phone.

Li Nuo recognized the sound as that of a heavy bomb gun.

"Hey? Zakra, did you hear me? Come help me!"

Another shout came from the other end of the phone.

Li Nuo couldn't find the location of the "space junkyard" in the gold coin's memory, so he tentatively asked:

"I don't know the way. Where is the space junkyard?"

"Are you out of your mind? Isn't it just a TCX2130-9399KLS? Wait... why does your voice sound different?"

"Snap." Li Nuo closed the box, located the coordinates on the dot map, and waved his hand:
"Come on, guys. Let's take a stroll over the space junkyard and see what's going on there."

The helmsman casually picked up a disc and placed it on the rudder control lever, preparing to begin sub-light-speed travel.

The silver coin cried out:

"Boss! Our ship's cannons are broken. The Green Dam can still be used, but the Blue Fire Furnace doesn't have enough fuel. The Green Dam will only last for a couple of hits before it disappears."

The fuel for the blue furnace… Li Nuo pondered as he opened the fungal warehouse and looked at one of the compartments.

[Green-skinned concentrated fuel: 5 barrels.]

This is concentrated orc fuel extracted from ancient fuel fungi, which has long been stored in fungal warehouses as a strategic reserve.

One barrel weighs 500 kilograms, enough to keep the frigate's blue flame furnace burning for a day.

Li Nuo waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the cabin:

“You wait here. I remember I’ve hidden a lot of fuel for the Blue Flame Furnace in my little treasury.”

Li Nuo ran back to the cabin where the gold coins lived, and rummaged around in the small vault as if he were doing it right. He took out two large barrels of concentrated fuel from the fungal warehouse and pushed them back to the bridge.

Silver Coin's eyes lit up, and he immediately told Farting Spirit to deliver the fuel to the Blue Flame Furnace.

The frigate has officially set sail.

After a brief sub-light-speed journey, a starry sky filled with various kinds of waste appeared outside the porthole.

Small pieces of waste are only the size of a fist, while large pieces can even form the smallest asteroids due to their own gravity.

A dozen or so green-skinned frigates are protecting the outposts at the space junkyard, while the official Expeditionary Fleet No. 63, the Shadowmoon Wolf Legion, is besieging them.

The arrival of the fart spirit frigate alarmed Shadowmoon Wolf.

Three Sword-class frigates sped towards us.

Before the search engine detected the fire control signal, Li Nuo sent out a communication request:

“Tell those pointy-mouthed brats that we are not with the Ulanor orcs. Also, I know where Loka is.”

"Hmm." The farting communicator sent out the communication request, then asked in confusion:

"Your Majesty, who is Luo Jia?"

"Don't ask, the answer is that it's following Mao's instructions."

"Wow, Your Majesty is mighty! To actually be able to speak up for Brother Mao, you're awesome!"

The farting communicator let out a few strange cries, and the noisy box emitted a beeping sound, indicating that the communication was about to be connected.

Seeing that there was a chance, Li Nuo quickly tidied his appearance.

A communication screen popped up, showing a Space Marine wearing MK4 power armor, painted white, with "wolf head" patterns on the curved surfaces of the shoulder armor on both sides.

"A fart?!" The Space Marine was clearly taken aback when he saw Li Nuo's appearance. He never expected that the person who called him was the fart, the lowest-ranking member of the Greenskin society.

“Hello, Pointy-nosed Boy,” Li Nuo said in Low Gothic.

"I am the king of the Fart Avengers, and my name is Gold Coin."

The Space Marine recovered from his brief moment of disorientation, a few glints flashing on his dark red goggles:

"The gold coins of the Farting Avengers? Hmm, we've heard of you. You're a greenskinned privateer made up of farts, aren't you?"

The Space Marine's tone was clearly unfriendly.

If Li Nuo hadn't mentioned at the beginning that he knew where Luo Jia was, the other side would probably have already opened fire.

"To tell you the truth, I often deal with Pointy-Mouthed Kid, Shrimp, Pointy-Ears, and Black Bean Sprout, so I'm very well-informed. The Gene Primarch you're trying to save isn't actually in Ulanno, so going to 'The Great Crown' won't help you."

"Where is Naroga?" The Space Marine raised his bomb pistol.
“Speak your mind clearly, don’t use coded language, or we’ll sink your ship immediately. Also, don’t think we don’t know that you harassed more than a dozen imperial worlds the other day. We have serious doubts about what you’re saying unless you can provide concrete evidence.”

To be honest, there are many clear clues.

First, after capturing Loga, Urge went straight back to the ship without dealing with the battle scene.

The battlefield was littered with the remains of many Blessed Sons, and these remains were covered with fragments of armor from the Serrated Sun Legion.

This is sufficient proof that the Word Bearers are corrupted by chaos.

No information about the spies defecting was found in the wartime council’s general announcements.

Li Nuo reasonably suspects that the demon corpses at the scene had already been destroyed by the Word Bearers, which is why Terra was unaware of the corruption within the Word Bearers.

Secondly, Li Nuo's intervention in communicating with Shadowmoon Wolf this time was not out of genuine intention to help them find Loka, but rather to keep Horus as far away from Loka as possible.

If all else fails, bringing Horus into the network for protection is also a viable option.

To keep Horus away from Loka, Lino prepared a set of excuses in advance:
"After Loga was captured by Urg and taken to the ship, he launched a sneak attack while Urg was resting. The two fought fiercely, affecting the 'Wolf Blade's' voyage. The 'Wolf Blade' separated from Ulanor's fleet and became lost in the warp."

"Lost in warp space," the Space Marine muttered gravely, tilting his head to exchange a glance with the person next to him, then looking at the farting king on the communication screen:

"Getting lost in the warp is one of the most serious navigational accidents. You're nothing but a nobody, not even a psionicist, so what makes you think you know Loka's whereabouts?"

"I've said it before, I'm well-informed, I have friends everywhere."

Li Nuo raised his index finger and proudly shook it:
“I have a good friend in the Pacific Star Region. He told me that he saw the ‘Wolf Blade’ in the southernmost part of the Pacific Star Region two days ago. The ‘Wolf Blade’ was cruising at high speed and was heading out of the Milky Way. If you don’t hurry over, the ‘Wolf Blade’ will probably leave the Milky Way and never come back.”

The location described by Li Nuo is 6.2 light-years away from our current location, and it would take at least a year of subspace travel to get there.

Space Marines would never believe such nonsense.

"Your information is absurd. Getting lost in warp space can indeed cause you to deviate from your course, but it's not enough to cause you to end up in the Pacific region instead of the Far East."

The Space Marine snorted and brandished the bomb pistol in his hand:
"Since you've cooperated, leave here and don't come back, or we'll take care of you too."

“piu~”

Communication was forcibly terminated, and the screen disappeared.

Shadow Moon Wolf was not fooled.

But it's okay, Li Nuo has a way.

Li Nuo chuckled and ordered the scoundrels to sail the ship away from the battlefield.

He collected genetic samples from the farting king, intending to keep them for future research.

After giving the King of Fartings a psychological suggestion to "stay away from the battlefield and recuperate," Li Nuo opened the system interface and activated the Waaagh simulation.

Next, the real show begins.

Li Nuo plans to create a "fraud group chat" for Shadowmoon Wolf, where all "group chat members" are orc simulation characters.

In order to find Loka, Shadowmoon Wolf will definitely continue to torture orc prisoners.

No matter which orc Shadowmoon Wolf interrogates, Li Nuo will possess that orc, impersonate that orc, and clearly tell Horus that the "Wolf Blade" is in the Pacific Starfield.

As the saying goes, "Three men can make a tiger," and "Many mouths can melt metal."

If some scoundrel says Loka is in the Pacific region, Horus certainly won't believe it.

But what if a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand orcs all said the same thing?
(End of this chapter)