Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 69 I, the War Chief, Part 3
Taylor never imagined that the meeting room of the 36th Skadi Regiment would be filled with greenskins.

He looked helplessly at his boys, the interrogator lady, and a bunch of green-skinned bosses sitting together.

He thought about it and decided that he couldn't do this, then he spoke.

"Ahem, everyone, we are going to carry out war deployment and planning next, so I don't want too many strangers waiting around. I hope that non-relevant people will leave."

Taylor said this while looking at the greenskins, but then even the interrogator nodded in understanding and left with a large group of greenskins and the boys from Class 15 who were watching the fun.

Inside the conference room tent, there were three green-skinned leaders whose biceps were bigger than their heads.

Each of them is a master on the battlefield, and their skills and fighting spirit seem to be astonishing, and each of them has unique skills.

Now Taylor looked at the tactical board with a deathly pale face, and looked at the three three-meter-tall green-skinned bosses sitting opposite him, and swallowed his saliva.

Seeing his leader silent, a mecha king of the Death Skull clan patted his chest and said.

"Don't worry, boss!"

"We have enough equipment!"

He grinned happily.

He looks like the Mechanicus. Perhaps because he had seen those red-robed figures, he got himself a red robe, installed a third mechanical arm, and a prosthetic eye.

He shouted. "Don't worry, the counterattack can start at any time!"

Another War Lord from the Goff clan replied, "No, no, no, the boss is worried about the boys' fighting skills. They are too stupid to wield weapons."

He looks like a pirate, with a thick mechanical claw on his right hand, a big pirate hat, and is the biggest boss here.

Taylor had figured out that if he died, he would probably be the next war boss, or waaaghboss.

The other orc boss of the Evil Moon Clan, his body covered with gold and teeth, emphasized at the same time.

"We have financial problems. Those Space Marines killed so many greenskins that we can't import scrap."

The three green-skinned leaders were making a fuss and shouting at each other.

"train!"

"logistics!"

"money!"

Suddenly, an orc hunter opened his tent and shouted, "Fight back!"

"We need a counterattack, beasts!"

Taylor looked at the man uncertainly. His sudden appearance brought the atmosphere in the tent to a fever pitch, the green-skinned bosses asked.

"Who are you!?
"Humanity?"

Taylor looked at his rank, Captain, which was almost the highest rank for an Orc Hunter. There were many scars on his body, a training ring made of Orc bones on his neck, and an exaggerated Greenskin Boltgun and Greenskin Machete slung around his waist.

He saluted Taylor and pointed at the greenskins.

"My Lord, I don't think those beasts can be the decision-makers."

His words angered the leaders. These guys used to be the bosses of their respective tribes, but now they were subordinate to others just because Taylor was the only orc leader who could stop the Space Marines from advancing.

They raised their weapons in a hurry, but the orc hunter seemed to have predicted it.

He easily pinned down the attacking Goff orc boss, smashed his head on the long table, and pointed a dagger at his neck and spoke again and again.

"Do you accept it? Do you accept it?" His blade pierced into the greenskin's neck and cut across the skin, leaving Taylor stunned until the boss gave a trembling answer.

"I give in, I give in!"

The other leaders were also stunned. When they saw that the strongest fighter was defeated, they became obedient.

The soldier sheathed his knife and said, "That's a good way to deal with the beast, sir. Please forgive me for laughing."

"They're all crazy. Last time I saw them, they were worshipping a carved statue of Commissar Yarrick."

"Don't worry, I'll teach them a lesson!" he emphasized. "I've heard your name, Taylor, the Wonder of the Empire. You've fought against Behemoths, Tau, and a clan of Death's Head warlords."

"I admire you very much, so I brought my brothers here immediately after receiving the communication. Unfortunately, all I saw were wild creatures roaming around in your camp."

Taylor looked at the man nervously. He was afraid that this man would execute him, the "green-skinned leader", on the spot.

He said tentatively. "No, we need greenskins now. More greenskins."

The man nodded. "Yes, from what I understand, those Chaos Space Marines are launching a counterattack. They need support and supplies, so they've set up camp in the Cursed Lands."

"I wonder what they're going to summon..."

The other greenskin leaders were chattering. "Where?"

"That's impossible. Those strange things, or red animals are all there."

Taylor asked, his mind tense. "Demon?"

The orc hunter smiled. "It seems you're not completely ignorant. That was the place where the invading Chaos Space Marines were defeated by the Grey Knights during the First War for Armageddon. A great demon was banished there."

Taylor asked immediately. "Is the demon's name Angron?"

The orc hunter shook his head, unsure. "I only know that local folklore speaks of a giant red demon descending from the sky. Those words have practically become local legend."

Taylor's face turned pale. Angron was the Daemon Primarch, and he was exiled by the Grey Knights for 900 years. If those Chaos Space Marines were trying to liberate their master, their father, then it made sense.

But he fought Angron?
The orc hunter noticed the change in Taylor's expression and immediately replied, "So, we need to fight back and stop their ritual."

The greenskins nodded. "Yes, Boss, that's right."

"Demons and chaos cannot exist."

"We also think..."

Taylor suddenly interrupted them.

"Don't start talking about shrimp, human, shrimp, I'm a human too..."

He cursed while rubbing his temple.

The leaders seemed to understand something belatedly.

Their boss is a human?

Isn't he an officer from the Blood Axe Clan?

The greenskins rubbed their eyes and found that the young man really didn't look like a greenskin.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

It's okay as long as you can wait.

The tech geek replied, "Yes, boss, we have plenty of vehicles available. I've collected a lot of scrap."

The leader of the Xieyue clan said, "I've calculated that after this fight, Broken Can's teeth will be worth a lot of money!"

"Wuhu~"

The one from the Goff clan replied. "Big boss! Big waaagh!"

Taylor looked at the crazy green-skinned leaders who were full of interest, and said to the only human here who could understand him, "You can still understand me."

But the orc hunter said, "God damn it, you must be the chosen one..."

Taylor sighed.

Then he answered. "Yes, I am..."

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(End of this chapter)