In the northeast corner of the Greenskin camp in the Wasteland Camp—or rather, Greenskin First Camp—five greenskins had formed an irregular circle in an open patch at the edge of the shack district. Squatting together, they were conspiring about something.
On the barren ground at the center of their circle lay a hand-drawn map weighed down with stones. The paper was an old blueprint picked up from some ruin, with incomprehensible mechanical schematics still lingering on the back. Crooked lines and markings had been drawn across it, indicating camps, valleys, rivers, ruins, and Chaos Town at the southernmost edge, which had been emphatically circled in red.
Whoooosh—!
"!!"
Just then, a gust of wind swept over, lifting one corner of the map. The greenskin player Bearded Man hurriedly reached out and pressed it down.
"..."
Meanwhile, Dragon Knight Commander, the leader, merely picked his nose and flicked it away. Then he just hugged the bolter in his arms tighter without saying anything.
The weapon in his arms was not one of those brand-new, well-maintained standard-issue sector weapons exchanged from the camp. It was a bolter covered in scratches, rust, and dents.
He had taken it from the hands of Chaos cultists in Chaos Town. Sector weapons cost tens of thousands of contribution points apiece—they simply could not afford them!
In fact, nearly all the firearms their entire squad currently possessed had come from that treasure trove known as Chaos Town. They had acquired more than one, but unfortunately, most were damaged. Very few were usable, barely enough to ensure each person had one or two weapons.
But that was not important. What mattered was what they had gathered here to discuss today!
"..."
Seeing that the time was about right, Dragon Knight Commander finally swept his gaze across the faces